#who grows progressively paler

[sparklecryptid]

All the Bastards verse meets Dissidia!

Whichever Bastard was summoned as Spiritus' champion did not actually mind (much) - it was some time since they had an opportunity to spar with their siblings and just cut loose. And here, there's no chance that random people will stumble upon them and blow the entire bloodline secret wide open.

Except when they track down Materia's champions it's not any of the usual suspects who got summoned. Nope, it's their baby brother!

(Noctis would like to protest that he's 15, not a baby. Since the Bastards are older then him by anywhere between 8 and 13 years, nobody listens to him.)

Whether or not the Bastard manages to keep their identity secret, or if Regis and co have some way of seeing what is happening in Dissidia is up to you :)

Jupiter would like it put on the record that she has never done anything wrong in her life ever. Her siblings who would claim that she is lying know nothing. Every act of vengeance against them for their petty pranks has been well deserved.

That being said, Jupiter is having the time of her life. She gets to regularly clash with some of the strongest people she's ever seen - sure her own companions are weird as uncle is but you can't have everything - and there is nothing stopping her from using her magic to almost it's full extent.

(Almost because Jupiter would rather not leave everything a crater. She knows damn well that her family has no idea that how far they can go and how far they should go are different things.)

So Jupiter has fun.

She has fun until she sees an Astrals damn child on the battlefield. Her baby brother is fighting with a blond man against Sephiroth and Jupiter acts before she thinks.

She warps over and blocks an attack from Mr. Chocobo and with a flick of her wrist erects a shield that stops Sephiroth from skewering her baby brother.

"Hey," she says and ignores how Noctis looks confused and betrayed. It makes her want to pinch his cheeks. "Mr. Flowing Locks! If you leave my brother to me I'll leave Mr. Chocobo here to you. If you don't-" A grin that has sent lesser men to tears breaks across Jupiters face. "-I have no problem keeping this one to myself."

Sephiroth tries to kill her. Because of course he does.

Jupiter laughs and waves bye to her brother.

-

Later, when they all wind up back in their own world Jupiter and Noctis wind up in their fathers throne room.

Noctis - still in reeling from their conversation about how many siblings he has - immediately searches out his father.

"Dad! What the fuck?"

#all the bastards verse #jupiter then gets to watch as noctis explains things to regis #who grows progressively paler #meanwhile when asked to prove that she is a lucis caelum jupiter looks a council member directly in the eye #and laughs as water manifests over their head #she lets it linger long enough for the council member to look up before she drops it on top of them #she is having the time of her life #meanwhile her siblings and uncle are about to rip the world apart because WHERE IS SHE

[valiantstarlights]

Omegaverse Lore: Blue Fingers Disease

As with the previous omegaverse lore post, I talked about this on @mr-sadman discord, and I'm also posting about it here because sharing is caring. 😊 Again, feel free to use this in your omegaverse stories, as long as you give credit/tag me. Thank you! 🥰

Huge thanks to @sleepsonfutons for coming up with the official medical term for the Blue Fingers Disease, and to @arialerendeair for reminding me to post the lore! 🙇‍♀️

Thermal Dysregulatory Sensorineural Myocarditis (TDSM), or as it's more commonly known, The Blue Fingers Disease, is a Secondary Gender Disease that can happen to anyone, regardless of their secondary gender, as soon as they reach their majority.

CAUSE

Rejection (or apparent rejection) by one's potential mate.

SYMPTOMS

1.) Low body temperature and unnaturally cold skin

The longer the person is experiencing this disease, the lower their body temperature gets.

This symptom is easier to spot in alphas, whose body temperature run hotter than betas and omegas.

2.) Discoloration of the fingertips

Fingertips during early stage TDSM are a shade paler than the person's skin, while later stages of TDSM sees the person's fingertips turn into shades of blue that grow darker the more the disease progresses.

Fingertips that are almost dark blue are advanced cases, as the person could literally die at any time if not provided with immediate care.

(A sure sign that a person's cause of death is TDSM is when the person has blue-tinged lips immediately after their death, along with dark blue fingertips. The blue shade does not fade over time.)

3.) Intermittent tremor in the hands and poor grip strength

4.) Lethargy

5.) Memory loss and/or confusion

6.) Tendency to space out

7.) Lack of appetite

8.) Vulnerability to seasonal diseases

These include, but are not limited to: the common cold, influenza, and pneumonia, as well as mosquito-borne diseases, such as dengue and malaria.

TREATMENT

Receiving care from other sources, such as family and friends, is a tried and tested way to cure TDSM. But the recovery is slow (taking months or years) and the person is still considered at risk until the blue on their fingertips fade completely.

The quickest way to fully cure the person, of course, would be if they fall in love with someone else, or if the person who initially rejected them returns their love. If this is the case, then it is not unheard of for the person to be cured of TDSM in a single week, though it would still take a couple more weeks for the symptoms to fade completely.

That being said, it is important to note that multiple studies conducted worldwide show that it is more common for TDSM to be cured by the care of others versus the person's feelings changing or their feelings being requited by the person who had initially rejected them.

DURATION

There is no set time for how long this disease lasts until the afflicted person dies. There have been cases where the person only lived for a couple weeks more after the rejection happened, while in rare cases, the person lived for decades after the rejection, before they finally die around the same time as their beloved.

One of the most famous long-lived cases of people who lived with TDSM is St. Francesca,* which caused early Christians to start referring to TDSM as St. Francesca's Disease.

(*It is said that St. Francesca fell in love with a married man and, realizing that it was against the teachings of the church, prayed to God to let her live so she could serve Him all her life.

However, recently discovered evidence suggests that Francesca was actually in love with her fellow nun, Sister Cordelia, who was one of her childhood best friends. When devout Cordelia decided to enter a convent upon her reaching her majority (a decision supported by her religious parents), Francesca allegedly ran away from home to join her.

She had written a note to her older brother that she made the decision to run away 'with both eyes open,' knowing that Cordelia will never return her affections, but willing to suffer TDSM (she used the term The Internal Winter) if it means still being a part of Cordelia's life.

Multiple sources write about how the two remained best friends until their later years, often claiming that Francesca and Cordelia are 'true sisters in the eyes of the Lord,' and that it is rare for one to be seen without the other.

St. Francesca died less than a day after Sister Cordelia did, at age 79, after having TDSM for more than 60 years.

Due to this, people are now theorizing that Sister Cordelia is an aromantic asexual, but that she still loved St. Francesca as her dearest friend, so Francesca did not succumb to the illness or get too sick, as others with TDSM do.

People from their hometown have asked for Sister Cordelia to be made into a saint as well, and they have commissioned statues of the two women to be made. The statues will be placed in the town square, and will depict the two sitting by the fountain, with Sister Cordelia warming St. Francesca's hands.)

There have been claims that the stronger the feelings of the person are, and the harsher the rejection was, affect the time in which the disease accelerates. And while this is a trope often used in literature and popular culture, there is no scientific basis for it as of yet.

STATISTICS

The Blue Fingers Disease is one of the top 10 leading causes of death worldwide, with more than 80% of the people who died being betas and omegas.*

(*As TDSM is more easily detected in alphas, it is possible that betas and omegas often get misdiagnosed with depression during the early stages.)

SECONDARY GENDER DISEASES AWARENESS MONTH

February is Secondary Gender Diseases Awareness Month. The month was chosen primarily for easy recall, as it is the second month of the year. However, February is also the month when new cases of TDSM spike worldwide, due to everyone everywhere celebrating Valentine's Day.

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Note: In the original discussion, this was supposed to be an alpha-only disease, but for the sake of all the delicious angst, I say it's up to you to decide in your stories who can have this disease. 😊 Enjoy!

#omegaverse #omegaverse lore #i wrote this for #dreamling #the sandman #but it can be used for other pairings in other fandoms #my writing #is this going to be a series? good lord

[syncopein3d]

Pain that can only be relieved by touch, pressure, weight. I don't mean sexually. I never mean that with whump, in fact. I mean, imagine a whumpee who has been worked so hard that every muscle is agony if they even think about moving. Massage is painful at first, but as the muscles warm and loosen the pain starts to gradually ease. Now they're desperate for it not to stop, where when it started they were gritting their teeth and stifling noises of pain.

Consider a space marine from Warhammer 40k's Deathwatch. (I know a lot of y'all whump friends prefer twinks to these inhuman genefreak monsters that I love, but imagine the marines as all drawn by the great Vezimira if that makes you see the vision.) The only way you can canonically get veterans from radically different chapters to work together seamlessly is to drive them to the point of collapse.

Space marines do not tire out easily, so we're talking days to weeks of training in armor without a pause, living off the recycling systems. By the time they're finally allowed to pause they practically have to carry each other back to quarters. A Salamander might have to literally carry an Ultramarine (Guilliman is a less physical guy as Primarchs go) or an OG Blood Angel (depending on where they are in their Red Thirst progression; they probably can't stop and slurp down a Serf Capri Sun during DW training). A Templar helps haul a literally unconscious Blackshield who's some kind of comparatively smaller purple-eyed albino from who knows what ancient chapter. He hates that, hates this weakness, but he will not shame his own chapter by letting the squad fail.

So at some point all of that is over, the tech-priests have taken the armor away to be serviced, and everyone has been slapped back to consciousness and been given a good talking to by the Templar veteran and a more surreptitious word of encouragement by the old Salamander. They all stumble through scrubbing down with scouring powder in the showers, and the Salamander, every scar of achievement twinging, can finally flop facedown onto the slab in his quarters. Maybe his branding priest or priestess is there, a trusted grandchild of a niece or nephew twice removed, not the first of his extended family to perform the office and already growing old in his service. He can hear them bustling around murmuring orders to the serfs. When the first pour of hot oil hits his back a heavy muscle twitches, startling the younger ones, but with a little encouragement they roll up their sleeves and dive in. Massaging ceremonial oil into an Astartes is no easy task, but now it is made easier by the limp exhaustion of the Son of Vulkan's muscles. At first they can see sinews pop out in his jaw and temple against the pain, because they've never had an unkind word from Milord the Astartes, and he's not about to start now. But as they go along his face slowly relaxes. The middle back between the shoulders proves a bit stubborn, and at a nod from the elderly branding priest, a bigger and younger serf climbs up to kneel on the Salamander's back so he can pound on it with his two fists bunched together. They all see the sigh of relief from the triple lungs, raising and lowering the young man in place.

On his night-black skin with its network of little red cracks, the older of the whorls of paler scarring are hard to read, faded with time. They'll have to be renewed one of these days, while the priest remembers what they were. But for now the space marine is at rest, breathing easier as a dozen little weights knead at his sore body.

The ones who serve the Templar veteran are probably going to need mallets, and if he thinks any one of them is trying to spare him he'll bat them across the room. They'll die, or they'll learn. The Blood Angel's serfs are pale and listless, and at least one definitely won't survive the night, but at least he'll be unfailingly gentle and courteous with the survivors. The son of Guilliman's serfs run like a well-oiled machine. He might mumble a mild reprimand if he notices anything isn't precisely according to routine, but he's not a harsh man, only a very meticulous one.

The Blackshield has no one who is particularly his servant. They serve the Deathwatch. They handle him carefully enough, aware of how temperamental some Astartes are, but not with any affection or reverence. He wouldn't be a Blackshield, chapterless, brotherless, if he was not dishonored in some way. In the end, there will be a pile of serfs sleeping on rugs around the base of the Salamander's slab. The Blackshield will be alone.

#whump #whumpblr #whumphammer #warhammer 40k whump #warhammer 40000 whump #exhaustion whump #military whump #syncopein3d future reference

[plasticfangtastic]

Cozy Corner Kinktober Day 21-- (3 for me)

Behind the Scenes

A Homelander X Tek Knight fanfic, and Maeve is here.

Cozy corner kinktober– prompts: 18. Voyeurism, 10. orgasm denial, alt. Kink of choice– Exhibitionism.

A/N: Tek is gonna be OOC a bit bcuz honestly he’s only been in 1 ep and god knows what he's gonna be like in S4, so am inspiring him heavily on Bruce Wayne just to help myself here (used to write superbat fics back in HS), so sorry ‘bout that… I also set this in s2 so I don’t think Tek Knight’s tumor would be as advanced as it is in gen V so his hole fetish has been toned down, as I imagined it would’ve been something that slowly progressed over time… from kink to straight up fetish.

TW: masturbation, whatever the fuck is up with Tek Knight Hole fetish, angst, both men are being pervs, Bisexual Homelander, cum swap.

word count: 5.2K

Nothing beats an ex-lover when you need the strongest distraction after being utterly humiliated.

Edgar said no lies as he equated him to a manchild. His verbal lashing stabbing deeply into every insecurity, even threatening with terminating his contract had barely raised his blood pressure. He hadn’t cared… ignoring him and educating him in what he really was… what Vought really was and how meaningless he was in return… more than condescending… it hurt… it made him want to fly to his apartment and burn it down.

Instead he was at Tek-Knight’s afterparty, mingling with lesser A-listers and wondering what had gone wrong in his life that he had to smell the foot fungus on people’s mouths.

He turned to look around after escaping another pitch for his next film, Homelander couldn’t think of doing another film when he was feeling so terribly down, his sinuses burning as he tried to not drown himself in self-pity and crying… wanting so dearly to speak to his brother in private, just to hear his words of affirmation and encouragement.

His sole consolation came in the shape of other members of the Seven being subjected to the same meandering– not that they seem to be suffering too much.

Homelander eyes Maeve as some above average publicist chatted her up.

“Want me to get that for you?”

Homelander turned to spot a sharply dressed man, their shoulders rubbing at the same height as he offered a glass of bubbly.

“Sparkling White Grape Juice. Had to go all the way down to the kitchen to find a single bottle for you.”

“I don’t need it.” Homelander said just as sharply as this Italian suit made him look.

“Your tongue is looking 15% paler than usual. You’re parched.” he replied pushing the glass closer to him– "She's aroused.”

“You fucke–

“The publicist. She is being extra flirty… If I had to guess, she its already planning on how to get Maeve to fuck her in the parking lot.”

Robert turned to face him as a red glove delicately ripped the glass off his hand, he gave it a sniff to make sure it was clean, pleasantly surprised that was the case– even the juice smelled clean.

“I know you think I have a death wish but please…”

“Stop analyzing me.”

“So who ticked you off? Couldn’t be Maeve because you wouldn’t leave her alone if that was the case? Was it Matt Damon over there– he’s so snobby? Or was it in the office?” He stared at him trying not to chuckle, seeing that slight squeeze of his jaw– Is it that new cute little thing? Or a wHole other thing?

“Stormfront doesn’t bother me.”

“Bzzz.” He chuckles while taking a sip of his champagne– lie to all those cocsuckers but you can’t lie to me John.”

“Don’t call me that.” The glass made a slight crack but it kept its shape.

“Thought you reinstated my privileges after so long.” He looks down at the rim of his glass, happy he took a sip, and the mark his lips left behind– have some pity on me. I'm going through some health issues.”

Homelander turns to stare at him, undressing him from toe to head, looking at the density of his bones, his heart for any blockages, abnormal palpitation or growing tissue, his lungs for unusual growths then as his sight sets on Robert’s head he freezes, squinting at the mass.

“Going to try some medications. Just a scare but the Doctors aren't sure how they are gonna crack this titanium skull of mine– oh the irony of an indestructible body being the reason behind my demise.” He chuckles dryly hiding the slight tremor on his voice expertly.

“Chemo?”

“And go bald!? Jesus John… I know you’re mad at me but don’t pray for my downfall. You think people would see my movies if I became ugly?”

“I don’t think it matters, nobody who comes to see your crap has any taste… or eyes.” 

That earned a smile on the other man, as he saw his tongue lick his lip, Homelander had finally found a distraction.

“This party it's so boring– want to play a game, Tek?”

Tek Knight blushes before a snide smile crossed his face, leaning even more closer towards Homelander knowing there was no reason to whisper into his ear, he just wanted to see the hairs of his neck raise as his silvery voice susurrated, Homelander couldn’t help but to choke back a moan, as the tip of his nose rubbed his ear.

“I’ll play anything you want, John. Just to help you smile again– so heads or tails?”

He was so smooth with his words, no wonder he was so popular, always around Homelander’s sphere when it came to those important women focused rankings.

Homelander knew the rules like the back of his hand, just as he knew how this man would never leave the house without that stupid casino chip on his breast pocket, if he knew Homelander was going to be in the vicinity… neither liked letting go.

It had been a torrid and sudden affair– the first time they’ve met had been like a smack across the face, Madelyn had wanted a team-up to help boost Homelander’s image, to have the world’s greatest detective and up and coming TV name staple teaming up with the world’s greatest superhero– It was the stuff of legends.

There was a maturity to Tek Knight that other supes didn’t have, the way he handled the masses was smooth, the way he poise himself and dressed was the definition of suave, he was born for the camera and it loved him, his little warming exercises even had a charm to them while Homelander still struggled to control his secret stutter… deep down he believed they wanted him to study the weaker supe, to copy him, to spend time with him and discover how to be better… he never expected to find himself drawn to him, Tek read him with ease learning how to handle him more than anybody else… he didn't use tricks to mess with him just used his gifts to learn how to speak to him, Tek hated deceith just as much as he did– quick to call bullshit even from Homelander.

He didn’t like the boy’s scout persona either… It was being able to speak freely to set the fire inside Homelander… There was this unspoken rule amongst all supes… Some clung to the belief they were too moral to fall trap to the factoid, while others just kept their mouth shut knowing the consequences would be too great if the lesser flock heard them… but here… Tek didn’t care, he had no desire to care.

Maybe that’s how Homelander found himself on top of him, maybe that’s why he didn’t flinch at the taste of bourbon on his lips, maybe that’s why that stupid green chip bothered him so much, he could’ve ripped it off his hand easily. Catch it mid-air as he flicked it. Turn around and ignore him for the rest of the party or simply leave.

But Tek knew he was too transfixed now watching the gold sparkle under the low light as the chip dropped back into his hand and hid under the heel of his palm.

“Heads.” Homelander said looking at the compound fracture at the base of his glass.

Robert grinned, lifting it to reveal the faceless side, Homelander groaned.

Rules were simple… 1 hour… don’t get caught… each round progressively gets more and more dangerous… they could not go where the others couldn’t see, no flying out of state or running underground, they had to stay where they could see or hear each other no matter what, or it was an instant disqualification. 

“What’s the prize this time?” Homelander began to walk towards the balcony of this venue, not wanting any of the people who caught the coin flip to pry any further– or…?”

“The usual.” He smiles as he follows him.

Close enough that he doesn’t need super senses to smell him, to feel his presence rubbing against him, hithering closer as they close glass doors behind, he can’t never fully forget the feeling, just how Tek made him feel, the way he knew how to touch him and where to touch him, how delicate his touch was for how deadly it could be, he swallowed.

Looking down and thinking of jumping into the pool several floors below, anything to maybe get away from him… feeling like a deer caught in the crosshair of a pack of wolves.

Homelander watches the heads below, minding their business knowing the party was just a couple steps behind, crossing his hands in front of him as Tek takes out his phone, leaning closer until he’s resting his entire weight against him, his thumb presses play– it didn’t matter what his screen was playing, just a decoy… for any lucky passerby to simply see two men hanging out having a laugh at some stupid video.

“Want to play for 1 hour, this time?” Tek said softly, hiding his excitement.

“Jesus, you think my time it’s worth pennies?”

“It's my party.” he laughed lightly.

“Fine. You're so gonna regret this when it’s my turn.” That was the childish glee that Tek liked so much… this softer and playful side that only he could be privileged to.

It really should’ve never happened, the mission was over and the room was covered in soot and guts, watching each other heave, sharing few words, staring at each other for too long, jumping throats before the bodies grew cold. They had no idea why… not after… only that he liked him… he liked John… he liked knowing this secret half that so few could be privy to, it was a rush to be the bearer of such secrets, to see that soft look on his face of bliss as they held each other's arms… but they could’ve never been together, even if Tek Knight’s demographic could’ve been more forgiving… nobody would allowed them to be together… so it was nothing but a fantasy– nothing but a dream within a dream.

“It’s not fun if you make it easy.”

Homelander sighs and lowered his zipper, hearing the sound of his facial muscles move as Tek looked down. 

Homelander stroke the limp member slightly, getting tutted by his friend, he groaned and stroked harder, looking at the monkeys beneath still unaware of what he was doing, low enough to make sense of what they could see, his blood pressure increase knowing how bad it would be, how bad it would fucking destroy him if they caught him stroking his cock next to a man.

Tek made the game harder, sliding his arm across Homelander’s shoulders, knowing his hand was out of frame enough that he could stroke his ear without being noticed from the party, his nails caressing his chin, he hissed wetly as his touch drew circles on his cheek leaning his head lightly into his digits– some people caught wind of them, seeing exactly nothing, just two friends laughing, something cute at most, a phone camera took a photo from behind catching all the indecency and nothing.

Homelander was so fucking hard as he heard the fan make commentary.

“No cumming, yet… you know the rules.”

“Fuck off.” Pre-cum coating his gloved fingers, he watched his cock twitch against the cold wind, wanting badly to just end it, feeling the burn building under his stomach– my turn!”

He tucked it, leaning down, hiding his face as he tried to breath himself back together, force it if he could, but he couldn’t help but laugh awkwardly, feeling the adrenaline coursing thru his veins, swallowing the intoxicating perfume, Homelander shoots a cautious look behind examining the room and the building for their next spot.

“Anywhere in the hotel grounds… we don’t leave the place…54 minutes left!” Homelander hisses.

“How many casualties allowed?”

“2 per person max.” He begrudgingly said– can’t make a scene… too many big names… journalist… photographers… we make it look like accidents.” Homelander looks him straight into his soul– already got Stan Edgar breathing down my neck.”

It hurt him to deny himself, but Robert didn’t argue, just massaging his neck to help him cool down.

Both men smiled at each other.

Counting every tick.

The game began.

It was a maze to navigate, to find blind spots, to discover empty halls and ignored crevices and staircases, Homelander and Tek Knight chasing each other from a distance, giggling like naughty school girls the closer and closer they got to being caught, watching their displays of debouchery with amusement as they grow increasingly more horny and frustrated, they couldn’t cum until the last set or until one gave up, edging until it was unbearable.

Homelander rubbed his aching hardened member against the pillow of some stranger’s suite who had foolishly left the balcony open... Robert listened to his meandering waltzing around the room, sniffing some girls lace underwear while frothing his cock, being just a pitch louder than he should for the other man’s pleasure before he had settled on the bed and now Robert could feel his own cock about to break, his balls heavy and swollen and the pre-cum stain dampening his suit as it twitched around his hand.

Homelander loudly suckled on his fingers, wetting them until they were covered in a thick layer of drool.

Letting out the most obscene moan as he slapped his own ass, earning a dirty glance from the soon to be loser-- Tek had broken into the suite below drinking in their minibar just hearing the action with eyes closed as he stained the bed with pre-mix… as he tried to calm his cock and definitely to avoid coming from the sounds of Homelander fingering his pussy, choking as the wet squelching sounds grew furiously louder.

“That couple just finished having dinner downstairs… you might want to hurry up… should be here in a couple minutes tops.” He mumbled trying to calm down as Homelander moaned louder calling his name inside desperate whispers– fuck…”

He pressed the right spots, twisting his back as he sped up his rutting, feeling sweat drops down his nose as he got closer and closer to cumming, as his fingers dug deeper enough to bring that pleasurable pressure, gasping as the pain had started to become so unbearable.

“Quit.”

“No!” He stopped throwing the pillow against the wall, turning on his back, breathing heavily.

“John… Come meet me in the bathrooms… now.”

“You giving up?”

“No.”

“Then I am getting a cold shower.”

“John if you don’t come meet me in the bathrooms I’ll go find somebody else to join me.”

He didn’t like that tone… he used it so much on Robert it was no surprise the actor had learned it worked both ways, Homelander sat on the bed, putting his suit on after dousing his groin with cold water, glad the padding hid his half-mast. 

Flying out the balcony and hopping back to their party searching for him amongst the crowd of drunks.

Maeve caught him coming back, caught the fluster in his step and the flush on his cheek under the coloured light.

Biting her lips, knowing what was happening… she should’ve known that when these two knuckleheads got together they would either try to out-bitch each other or play their stupid dirty game… 

She used to wonder if he would make her less miserable if he had been able to be with Robert, if his anger and obsession wasn’t fueled by projection… Neither man could’ve ever been together, and he had taken it out on her, obsessing on the only woman in his eyes (supposedly). 

Maeve knew just how hungry they were… touch starved… letting their hands touch just never for too long just constant light brushes… just bumping shoulders here and there for a second too long… Maeve at least found joy in seeing him suffer even if it was returned to her x10 worse.

She took a glass, a canape and followed him discreetly.

He entered the empty bathroom, tapping on each cubicle as if he was a mere human finding nothing until the last stall.

Sitting on the disabled toilet with his ankle over his knee and two glasses of champagne.

“So romantic.”

Placing the glasses on his sides, he dug into his breast pocket to pull out a flower head, extending his fingers towards him– slightly wilted and small, a once vibrant rose bud… but just as fragrant as the rest.

Showing up at his penthouse always carrying roses, making him know what those pretty women in the movies felt when their hands were filled with a bouquet… Homelander had gotten plenty in his life… given many as well… so the magic should've died out... yet here he was a twenty-two year old sheltered boy swallowing nervously as his cheeks heat up in front of the boy he liked. 

Jittery and bashful from a single rose… just small enough he could hide it in his jacket… no matter where they would go… if he could get away with it… if he knew he could… Robert would make his heart flutter.

He picked him by the collar, scrunching the fine fabric of his suit before risking it all on his lips, Tek Knight took a second to react, entertaining his hands as they leap towards the exposed flesh of his neck, digging into his scalp as their tongues twist.

Slamming themselves on the wall letting the unlocked door rock back and forth, Homelander's lips plump as he suckles and licks every ridge, alcohol and peppermint pungent on his tongue, wanting to savor him, wanting to swallow every drop of drool of Robert’s tongue, wanting so desperately to fill this anguish. 

Kissing him was the cure to a million ailments, it filled him with just as much happiness as it made him die… it was agonizing knowing how much his body wanted Tek… how much it missed him, his breath could’ve been sulfur and he would would’ve choke on it gladly… just agony… if he could be that foolish young man again to try to change time... Homelander still wouldn’t hesitate jumping back into this car wreck, he would hurt himself on this soft silky lips over and over again.

Tek pressed his knee in-between his tights, dropping his hands over his arms, ripping the gloves with force until his naked hands rubbed against each other, his left fingers latch on the zipper pulling it to feel more skin, wanting to feel the buttery feeling of Homelander’s being.

Homelander returned the favor, skillfully opening his shirt, knowing he couldn’t just rip it off– that had been hard to explain before. 

Feeling every hurried heartbeat against his hand, feeling every inch of hardened muscle on his smooth chest.

“Want to call it quits, John?” He sussurated into his neck, suckling on the crumbs of heat he could get– come on, sugar. I want you so fucking bad… I want to die inside you…” tracing his chin the tip of his tongue, Homelandeer shuddered whining as the pain in his pants grew unbearable once more, crying into his hand as Tek Knight licked his ear– I want you to fuck me so fucking hard I’ll need crutches.” 

“Robert!” he hissed, pulling his head wanting to kiss him more, quick pecks laughing quietly into him, panting constellations into his neck– give up and I’ll make you feel like fucking Madonna.”

He parted, taking a pair of steps back stopped by the toilet’s edge, close to coming undone.

“Lower your pants. Game hasn’t ended.”

He undoes his belt letting it flop on his sides, teasing him as he takes his sweet time lowering his zipper… he’s hard, twitching in the warm air. Homelander doesn’t copy him turning towards the exit, brushing close enough to tease the man, hands quickly grab him by the hip pressing himself against him, rubbing his length on America.

“I want to make this more fun, you pervert.”

He pushes the door, leaving him behind, stopping by the basin, a wide grin on his face.

“Fuck that stupid fucking glass. You and your weird hole kink… You know Knight… I find your thing funny so amuse me…why else bring those here– You know I don’t drink.”

“To celebrate my victory of course.”

It had been a gradual thing, to witness his fixation evolve, that naivety inside Homelander had wilted into bitterness and seeing Tek’s humiliating exploits almost comforted him… that he broke without him.

They would never be more than a rendezvou, they clung to each other wanting to make every second longer than before, parted by the wild current they still swummed against it, hoping to meet in the middle, content to just brush their fingertips.

Over the years as time settled on them while their hearts remained inmature, Homelander had noticed this unusual proclivity, it began as simple fascination, pensive stares, fingers caught drawing circles repeatedly, burning his finger as it follows the edge over and over… watching him fuck a tree engrossed him, cackling as he got worse and worse, he had been so good that he can’t find pleasure in people anymore– he thought.

Wishing it was him.

Homelander cocked his head watching the man spill on the floor, bucking his hips, hissing and gasping as the bubbly fizzles around his sensitive head and his hole, tickled by the fizz in a way a tongue could never, it was growing warm and sticky, as he pushed the expensive drink with his girth, the cold made him shudder now the smooth wet glass licked his cock back.

Homelander leaned down whistling to catch his attention.

Robert stops abruptly– Homelander bare it all. 

It was hard to believe there was a time where he was shy and nervous, where he had to teach him what to do, where he was too afraid to bend over for him, now he purred as his fingers teased his entrance, pushing in, stretching himself just a tad– Robert mouth watered, wanting to bury his face in there, the glass no longer as appealing.

With his belt dragging on his ankles, he quickly found himself on his knees.

Homelander gasped– guess he wasn’t the only one allowed to play dirty, he thought. One hand firmly using a glass fleshlight and the other spreading his cheek, Tek squeezed and slapped as his tongue drew circles, as it reached deeper, slobbering into his chin… the taste strong and salty.

Homelander had to hold the base of his cock, leaking pre-cum into the polished floors.

“This is the women’s bathroom.”

Both men flinched, eyes and muscles ready to neutralize the threat yet all Tek Knight could muster was a shrug before returning back to his meal.

Homelander twisted his back, careless fingers vaguely attempting to push him away, stifling a laugh as he stares back at Maeve, she looks at the exit knowing there’s a passerby in the hall cursing at the out of service sign.

“Please tell me you haven’t killed anybody tonight.”

Homelander shook his head biting his lip as Tek sped up his tongue, lowering it until he was suckling on the sensitive perineum, biting it, and kissing it, not stopping as he stared at Maeve briefly, not hiding his annoyance.

Back then she was the one next to him in the magazines… always running after her… she was the one that was the most special, she was the one that understood him the best, who suited him best… horseshit, he told himself.

“Only 1 person, my bad.” Tek Knight kisses his ass standing up, pulling his pants with one hand and carrying the glass with the other– I quit.” He grumbled.

Coming into the champagne glass, looking at his load as it mixed with some bubbly before leaving it on the sink.

He took to the basin after taking a handful of paper towels, washing his hands without care while soaking the towels.

“Hey…” Homelander took his shoulder.

“What?”

“You can’t just quit!?”

“I can’t stand her.” His smile is still so charming as he speaks, looking down as the washes off the sticky champagne stains off his groin– go! be a tattle-tell if you like Maeve… nobody its gonna fucking believe you.”

“Don’t be like that… Maeve isn’t going to do such thing… right, Maeve?”

“Don’t care. You can have him now if you want, Ms. Cockblocker.”

Before Meave could answer back, she was met with an accusatory finger on her face, Tek zipped his pants after doing half the job, just clean enough that he could survive whatever was left ot the afterparty but Homelander wouldn’t let him leave, his hand pulling on his elbow keeping him firmly in his presence.

“Ignore her… we always did love an audience.” He turned to Maeve– you stay right there and keep watch, understand?” He growled, eyes flickering red towards her direction.

“What do you want anyways?” He said still miffed but relaxing around Homelander’s grip.

“Just making sure you two weren’t going to be covered in blood… dunno if you know this Knight but there’s a lot going on right now.”

“Yeah right. You just wanted to ruin my fun… like you always do.”

“You think I want your se–

“Both of you shut up! Maeve learn to mind your own business and you don’t antagonize her… she’s here because she wants to watch that’s why! She has what three bottles in her already!”

“Two and a half… fuck you drink a lot of merlot.” He seemed disgusted at the choice– please tell me you had the moscato, it was simply refreshing!” 

“I don’t like moscato.” she chuckles– and am not drunk, I'm tipsy.” she laughs with a sleepy smile.

“You’re just another pervert who wants to see his ex get fucked in the ass by his other ex... so be quiet and enjoy the show."

She tried to wipe that shit eating grin on her face.

“Forget about her and just think of me… I want you… I won… so my price is you sucking me off…” He took his face stroking his neck, forcing him to look directly at him– Robert…”

“You didn’t win. I quit. That means the price is null…” both looked so needy, Robert's darkened eyes almost pleading him to make him stay where his lips couldn't.– suck me off first… please, baby… I’m upset.”

“No, you sore loser…”

“You’re so cruel.” He moped.

Homelander rolled his eyes taking the glass before skulking the contents, Robert got hard immediately, watching Homelander lick the rim clean before forcing him into a salty sweet kiss.

Cum frothing from the friction. 

They danced their way back into the cubicle, grinning as the toilet lid squeaked under his weight, Homelander threw his boots and his tights off with enviable effortlessness giving Mr. Vernon plenty to take a hold off, he squeezed his thin legs, savoring the velvety texture, his cock hard and leaking, Tek took it giving it a few pumps, licking his taste off lips with anticipation, his mind solely focused on John, Maeve ceased to exist even if the stench of merlot didn’t, he only wanted this.

“Thanks baby.”

“Only because you’re cute, John.”

Throwing his head back as the other man took his manhood, slurping and swallowing, each stroke followed by his mouth, Homelander placing his hand firmly on his neck pushing him further, he could feel him chuckle against his length. 

Homelander came hard and embarassingly quick, whimpering as he buckled his hips.

But Robert was glad regardless.

Tek didn’t stop moving his lips, wanting him to grind his teeth some more, he let it out with a wet pop, gasping with a satisfied smile, kissing his legs and thighs wishing to leave hickeys and burns.

“You swallowed.” He sounded so disappointed it touched the other’s heartstrings with guilt.

“My turn.”

Tek pushed him back, standing up weakly, leaning to his side to take the second glass of champagne he had left on the floor before.

“Lick it.”

Homelander obliged, licking the edge creasing his nose as the fizz got on his nostrils.

Maeve grimace was short lived, Homelander hand tugged on that pesky belt, pulling him out once more, stroking him roughly, as his tongue parted his lover’s needless toy.

Maeve sat not minding if her skirt got damp, biting her lips as she saw the blonde get on his knees.

Transfixed as she watched his head bobbed, clenching her legs as the man sung loudly, they spoke with only looks, whispering to each other, Robert encouraging him, to look past the flavor, Homelander groaned, displeased but he would cooed him, coaxed him to keep going, coaxing gently to take it deeper, playing with his hair as the man flat tongue made him see the runnign waters of the river styx, rutting his hips into his throat as he saw death welcoming him.

Maeve hand stroked her clit, taking short breath as she tried to not make a sound, her pussy soaking her fingers as she traveled a little further, wanting to fill herself with anything but not wanting to make a show for the bastards either.

Maeve had to look away, she had peeked into something forbidden. It seems for Homelander had leaped into his mouth, kissing him, burning him, Tek was seeing stars, the mixture of salt and french sweetness coating his tongue.

Craning his back as the other man’s weight pulled him down– he saw his John from all those years ago, how nervous his hand was, cupping his cheek, searching for cues to deepen their kiss, to know Robert had wanted him just as much as he had.

He always had.

Fame, fortune and the admiration of many didn’t compare to being Homelander’s.

He wished he hadn’t been greedy.

He wished he had been happy to just be the mistress.

He wished he hadn’t been the clever one that turned to that once naive boy and told him that it could never be.

He had to cut him out of him like he was cancer.

No matter how much he wanted him, no matter how much it hurt to see him running after that redhead.

He looked up to catch her, smelling her arousal and regret.

“Come to my loft… John… just for tonite…” he susurrated– I want to be yours…”

Homelander smiled, half lid eyes and bruised lips gave him a soft yes.

Maeve ran out the bathroom wanting to find something to wash away the confused feeling in her stomach, thinking of that cute publicist that had been eyeing her all night.

Robert’s ear followed her heels, as John kissed him while fixing himself doing just enough of a good job that cameras wouldn’t notice how disheveled he was, he had done a good job considering he hadn’t stopped kissing his lover for most of the ordeal.

“I’ll be a good boy and get the bath ready for when you get home, Tek.”

“I’ll get the condoms on my way home then.”

“Why? We are gonna run out of them anyhoo” he growled into him, licking Tek's lower lip, gnawing on him until a scarlet drop fell on his tongue– see ya in a jiffy, Robert.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“I’ll go first.”

Homelander rolled his eyes, kissing him goodbye for the time being.

Ignoring the crowds as they both left to attend more pressing matters.

Glad to meet again as if they were just those hopeful stupid kids yet again.

#homelander #tek knight #homelander fanfiction #tek knight fanfiction #the boys fanfiction #my fic tag #personal #cozy corner kinktober #homelader x tek knight #homeknight? #Hometek? #TekHome? #not proofread sorry #I am esl sorry for grammar #hometek #holelander

[silentsneezes]

i haven’t written any fics in months, but here we are! this is a m/arauders fic and takes place during their seventh year when they’re all 19

wolfstar will eventually be paired together, but in this part they’re just pining. anyways, i hope you guys enjoy sick s/irius b/lack as much as i do :)

The Hogwarts campus was unusually empty over the Christmas break, which Remus relished. He much preferred being able to wander around the castle, occasionally making additions to the Marauders Map. The map was nearly complete now that the marauders were seventh years.

It was past curfew, but Filch had given up patrolling the corridors over break- his cat Ms. Norris didn’t like the cold. This meant Remus had practically had free reign over the castle for the past week. James and Peter had both gone home for the holidays. Sirius, on the other hand, wasn’t allowed home this Christmas. He’d received a howler from his mother after pulling a particularly nasty prank on the Slytherin house- even at 19, Sirius was hellbent on pranking his rival house.

Remus and Sirius had been lazing around all week, occasionally playing exploding snap or looking through Peter’s collection of chocolate frog cards. It was nice, having the dorms to themselves. Except for the past few days, Sirius had barely been in the dorm.

Remus wasn’t sure why, but Sirius had been avoiding him like the plague since Sunday. By the time Remus woke up, Sirius was always gone, and he didn’t return to the dorm until late at night, when he’d close his curtains around his bed without saying a word to Remus.

The werewolf found himself over analyzing everything he’d said before Sirius suddenly distanced himself, but he couldn’t think of anything that would’ve provoked his friend.

He’d finally thought he was making progress, that maybe his crush on Sirius wasn’t as world-ending as he initially believed, but it was clear to him that wasn’t true.

Remus tugs the Marauders Map out of his pocket, feeling a sudden rush of frustration with Sirius. He searches the map, eventually finding a little tag that reads ‘Sirius Black’ in a bathroom on the fourth floor.

Remus sets off. He doesn’t know what he wanted to accomplish in finding Sirius, but he’s tired of wasting his break alone.

The werewolf smells Sirius before he enters the bathroom. His senses were always heightened near the full moon, which was only a few days away. Remus walks into the bathroom quietly, surprised to see that Sirius isn’t in a stall. He’s standing in front of the mirror, his shoulders slumped in an entirely ‘un-noble’ fashion- his parents would’ve been seething.

Sirius doesn’t notice as Remus enters the room, he’s preoccupied as his breath catches delicately. He snaps forwards, pressing a handkerchief to his face and sneezing wetly.

‘hh’rRSCHHh! heh-eETXCHhew!’

Remus stays frozen to the spot as he watches Sirius sniffle pathetically into the handkerchief.

“Bless you” He says after a moment.

Sirius whips around, straightening his posture and tucking the handkerchief in his pocket.

“Wha-,” Sirius relaxes a little when he realizes who it is, “Jesus Moony, you gave me a heart attack”

Remus grins a little, holding back from retorting ‘you deserved it’. He isn’t in the mood to bicker, not with Sirius, anyways.

“So, what’re you doing camped out in a bathroom?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at Sirius. The longer he looks at the black haired boy, the more his worry grows. Sirius is paler than usual, his typical cocky posture abandoned in a slump, his eyes glassy, and his nose looking pink and sore.

Sirius shrugs, “What? I’m not allowed to piss now?” He jokes with a grin. He’d always been quick at making excuses. If Remus didn’t know him so well, he might’ve believed Sirius.

“Right. So you haven’t been avoiding me because you're sick?” Remus replies bluntly. It didn’t take a genius to realize the black haired boy was ill, and Remus wasn’t one to beat around the bush. Sirius looks back guiltily, but his response is firm.

“I’m not sick.”

Remus rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t argue. He knows how stubborn Sirius can be about ‘showing weakness’, which was stupid in Remus’s opinion. Everyone gets sick, it’s just a part of life.

“Fine,” he says simply, not looking away from Sirius.

“Fine,” Sirius repeats, crossing his arms and returning Remus’s stare. Neither breaks eye contact, refusing to be the first to look away and accept defeat. Remus is about to give in when Sirius suddenly twists away from him, burying his face in his elbow.

‘hH’NGXxCHT! n’ZSXCH-schh!’

Sirius struggles to stifle the double, which comes in quick succession. He straightens up, his face a little flushed with embarrassment.

“Bless you,” Remus offers. He holds his tongue yet again. He wants to yell at the other boy, to tell him he’s obviously sick. Most of all, Remus wants to take care of him. Sure, Sirius is 19 and more than capable of riding out a cold alone, but the werewolf can't help but feel protective.

“Thangks,” Sirius cringes at the congestion in his voice, pressing the handkerchief to the base of his nose, but refusing to blow it in front of Remus.

Remus shifts his weight to one leg, wincing exaggeratedly. It does exactly as he’d hoped: Sirius’s expression crumples worriedly, “Is your hip bothering you?”

Remus shrugs, leaning against the bathroom wall, “Not much,” he replies simply. Sirius rolls his eyes at this answer.

“And you say I’m stubborn,” Sirius taunts, a grin tugging at his lips, “C’mon, let’s go back to the dorm so you can sit”

Remus nods, feeling an odd sense of pride that his plan had worked. He knew Sirius would never go back to the dorm due to his own illness, but if Remus was in pain, he wouldn’t hesitate.

“H-hold on,” Sirius pauses as they leave the bathroom. He presses his wrist against the base of his nose, trying to quell the itch. His eyelashes flutter as his breath somes in quiet gasps for a few seconds. He turns away from Remus as he sneezes against his wrist.

‘hh’NGKk!’

Sirius manages to stifle the first sneeze entirely, but it does nothing to stop the itch.

‘heh-hhH’ngk-tSCHEW! hhrRSSCH!’

The third sneeze escapes unstifled, and Sirius flushes red. He sniffles wetly and turns his back towards Remus while he wipes at his nose (and sleeve, which was considerably damper after the triple).

Remus busies himself with looking at his watch, trying his best not to make Sirius any more embarrassed than he already was.

“Bless you” Remus says once Sirius turns back to him, offering the sick boy a little smile. Sirius nods his thanks and starts walking towards the Gryffindor common room.

Sirius’s sniffles become increasingly frequent as they make their way closer to the portrait of the fat lady. Remus can’t help but glance over at Sirius every few seconds.

In fact, the werewolf is so focussed on Sirius that he doesn’t think twice about the sinking step in the North stairwell. Sirius doesn’t remember to skip the step either, his brain is muddled in a sick haze.

Both boys sink into the stairwell when they reach the sinking stair. Sirius yelps and braces himself with Remus’s arm.

Remus feels his hip pop painfully as his leg sinks into the trick step. He ignores the throbbing sensation traveling from his hip to his knee and makes sure Sirius stays upright.

“Shit. Why haven’t they fixed this fucking stairwell yet,” Remus snaps frustratedly.

Sirius grins affectionately, pulling himself upright and then offering Remus his hand.

“You have to admit it’s kind of funny to watch Peter fall” Sirius says playfully as he helps Remus out and then continues up the stairwell. Remus couldn’t deny that it was a little funny. Peter, who had always been the runt of the friend group, failed to remember the trick step every time. James and Sirius always guffawed as their friend sank into the stairs, but they helped him out every time.

“Fair enough,” Remus shrugs. He considers saying more, but one glance at Sirius tells him the other boy isn’t listening. His eyebrows are furrowed, his nose twitching and his hand hovering in front of his face.

‘hh-heh’

Sirius’s breath hitches, but he doesn’t sneeze. Sirius whines and rubs at his nose roughly with the handkerchief.

“God! Can’t I just sneeze already?” He says exasperatedly. A smile tugs at Remus’s lips, and he nudges Sirius’s arm with his own.

“Let’s get back to the dorm,” Remus instructs, his voice soft, but authoritative. Sirius nods, keeping one finger tucked under his nose as they continue walking.

that’s the end of part one! i’m not sure if anyone is interested in the m/arauders, but i’m hyperfixated on them, so ofc i had to write a snzfic

also MINORS DNI !! this is a fic written about adults by an adult.

#sneeze kink #sneezefucker #sneeze blog #snzblr #sneeze thoughts #snzfics #cold sneezes

[undyingghoul]

Faded

A/N: I told you guys I'd make the Dewdrop angst. This is mostly based on stuff I'm feeling right now, but don't worry about me, I'll be ok. I recommend listening to Darkness At The Heart Of My Love for this but it's completely optional.

In this world, you either had someone to love or you didn’t. Dewdrop never bothered much with it. Why would anyone love him, anyway? He was rude, he was mean. He nearly burnt down the Ministry in a fit of rage and for weeks none of the Ghouls and Ghoulettes would even come near him. They wouldn’t even let him into the den, he had to sleep in a spare room. The catch, however, was that if you didn’t find a partner after a certain amount of time from being summoned you faded from existence. Another catch is that you didn’t know how long you had to find a partner until you faded. But Dewdrop could care less. He believed he was supposed to be alone. Who would want to love a beast like him? Mountain had Rain. Swiss had Aether. Cumulus had Cirrus and Sunshine. The humans had their human partners (and quite frankly, the humans were mortified of Dewdrop) so that left no one for Dewdrop. But he had come to accept that. He’d come to accept that he’d fade away from this very world. He’s never heard of stories about what it was like because in all of Ghoul and Ghoulette history not a single Ghoul or Ghoulette had ever faded from existence because they couldn’t find someone to love. At least Dewdrop would be making a new feat, right? That’s what he told himself, at least. Two weeks ago is when he first noticed the symptoms start. Weakness. Dizziness. Clouded vision. Paler skin. At first, it was easy to ignore, easy to play off. But as the weeks progressed the symptoms became worse. So much worse that Dewdrop opted to hide away from everyone and everything. And then he knew his final moments were upon him. He felt it when he went to bed the night before and decided to stay one last night in the Ghoul’s den. They all welcomed him back and were happy to see him but he knew he was a goner. When he woke up that morning it was still dark. He was sweating, a cold sweat. His skin felt clammy and his horns ached terribly. His once swaying tail no longer swayed, it didn’t even have a little curve at the end anymore. It just hung there motionlessly. He pulled himself out of bed and made his way to a notebook and pen sitting on his desk. He always kept a notebook and pen on his desk for the reason that he’d need to write a note before he faded. And now, as tears welled in his eyes as he wrote the note, he wished this all could’ve never happened. Ripping the note out of the notebook he grabbed an envelope and folded it neatly, putting it in the envelope and sealing it. He flipped it over and wrote who it was designated for, obviously being the other Ghouls and Ghoulettes and his Papa. He threw his clothes on, trying to act like nothing was about to happen as he shuffled his way out of his room and set the envelope on the counter as he passed. Tears fell from his eyes as he exited the den.

He looked over everything in the halls of the Ministry as he took his time walking to the front door. He’d miss it, he truly would. Maybe there’s a way for him to see it once he’s faded, maybe he can visit in spirit. He didn’t know, but he’d figure it out. Sooner than he’d liked he was at the front doors. Staring at them he grabbed the handle and pulled them open, the hinges squeaking loudly as he opened and closed them behind him. He shoved his hands in his pants pockets and continued on. He could feel himself growing weaker. His fire was dying. He became colder and colder by the second but he pressed on. He knew where he was going, his body, his heart, and his mind all knew. It was a spot he’d discovered at one point when walking alone during the day to let off some steam after a blowup. He would never forget this spot. Not even after he faded. Dewdrop pulled his head up and saw the valley before him. He carefully made his way down, looking at all the flowers Mountain would probably love. He could smell the petrichor from the previous rainfall, something Rain would enjoy. He could feel the rising sun beat down on his skin, something he always loved. It was so open out here, and he knew Swiss and Aether would adore that fact. Making his way to the middle of the valley he lay down in a small clearing where there was no long grass and flowers. He had accidentally scorched this spot into existence one time and it seemed to have never recovered. He felt bad, but it made a good spot for him to have his final moments. He moved his hands to rest on his chest as anxiety coursed through him. He was scared. He didn’t know what to expect. Was it painful? Was it traumatic? His mind raced with a million questions but he took a deep breath and forced his mind to clear of them. He was going to be calm about this. He had to be calm about this. He could feel his body tingling, a sensation unlike any other tingle he’s had. Lifting his head as much as he could. He could see his body, his hands, his arms, his feet, and his legs. But the more he stared the more he could see his feet starting to fade away like he was nothing. Dewdrop let his head fall back against the ground and he could feel the tingle start to get more intense as more of his body faded away from existence. Tears welled in his eyes again and fell. He sniffled and hiccuped, wiping at his eyes as he noticed his hands started to fade. This was it. These were his last moments on this plane of life. And as he continued to fade, he let his eyes fall shut. He didn’t blame anyone. He wasn’t mad at anyone. He was at peace. He was calm. His mind was clear and he felt just fine. Before he fully faded, before he was truly gone, he spoke. “I love you all. Goodbye for the final time.” And no more than a few seconds after those words left his mouth, he was gone.

In the Ministry, every single Ghoul and Ghoulette woke up with a sharp pain in their chests. Filing out of their rooms one by one they were all just as confused. “Wait… Where’s Dewdrop?” Rain asked. “He’s probably in his room, Rain,” Swiss started, walking down the hall to the now faded fire Ghoul’s room. “He’s most likely just sleeping still, you know how he is!” He finished before turning his head to look into Dewdrop’s empty and cold room. Swiss’s face fell and he felt his stomach drop. Everyone else felt it, too. “He’s… He’s not there…?” Rain asked quietly and Swiss shook his head. Cirrus looked around the room for any signs and her eyes landed on the envelope sitting neatly on the counter. “Guys…” She said, her voice shaking a bit. Everyone looked at her as she moved to the counter and grabbed the envelope. “It’s addressed to us and Papa…” Everyone went silent as Cirrus opened the envelope, the faint scent of Dewdrop hitting them as she pulled out the note and unfolded it. Everyone gathered around her to read it but Cirrus still chose to read it out loud. “Dear Ghouls, Ghoulettes, and Papa. If you’re reading this, it’s happened. You know that little thing where if you don’t find someone to love you fade? Well. I think that’s self-explanatory in its own sentence. I’ve already left the Ministry to… Be at peace, if you get my drift. I’ve most likely already faded by now, so there is no use in trying to find me. I knew this was coming, honestly. I felt it start two weeks ago. Guess I’m pretty good at masking after all, huh? I was a goner anyway, no one would love me, because I’m a beast, right? It doesn’t matter now though. I’m officially faded. You guys may not love me, you may not like me, but I’ve come to terms with that possibility and I’ve realized that it’s ok. I loved you guys. I liked you guys. Even if it seemed like I didn’t, I really did. Don’t miss me too much, okay? I’m still with you guys in spirit. Take care, you guys. Yours truly, Dewdrop…” The room was dead quiet. No one dared to speak, no one even dared to move a muscle. Rain sniffled quietly as tears streamed from his eyes and after that sniffle, everyone broke into tears themselves. How could they have let this happen? Why did they let this happen? Because of their ignorance Dewdrop was gone. And he was never, ever coming back.

#nameless ghoul dewdrop #dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost #ghost band #the band ghost fanfic #ghost band fanfic #ghost the band

[limeade-l3sbian]

What’s your opinion on some black people on twitter distancing themselves from certain online activism in regards to palestine due to how horribly anti black muslims can be and are oftentimes, how it is alleged that even bisan(i say alleged bc i only saw ppl say there was proof, not post the proof itself) has been dismissive of the black experience/ anti black?

at a certain angle i can honestly get it. we do not see the same passion or care for what is happening in sudan and congo so to see people shame black people, especially during black history month, about focusing on that instead or critiquing other ppls lack of attention towards those issues. it is not coincidental that the genocides and tragedies happening to black people somewhere else is what’s being neglected compared to the much paler counterparts.

my biggest issue with the whole situation of distancing is honestly other black ppl shaming those individuals. i’m tired of seeing black ppl, especially black women, constantly fight others battles and accept their own neglect. so many bw will go to war to fight for others who wouldn’t even piss on them if they were on fire.

i’m not saying anyone should distance themselves from caring about literal genocides. i’m just saying i get understand the feeling of neglect and constant sacrifice expected of oneself despite never getting even a smidgen back.

I can understand it.

For me, it's like this: There are some genuinely repulsive, racist women who fall into my net of feminism (all women). If I were to ever step in their neighborhood, they would call the cops. If I ever got into an argument with them, they might call me the n-word. If I were to ever get hurt, they would say I deserved it.

If a crime happened involving a black criminal, she would post repulsive shit that has genuinely sent me in a spiral. I will just stare at the ceiling and wonder how so much hate for darker skin can exist even after so much progress. She will uphold beliefs that have left me wondering what it feels like to live without being aware of my skin.

This woman is the worst person I have ever known. I want to punch her in the face and given the chance, I probably would.

But I don't think she should be raped. I don't think she should be abused by her husband. I don't think she should be used as a prop in war. I would not celebrate if she was violated in any way that could scar her for life.

And that isn't because I'm some sort of "above it all, so sanctified, look at me I'm so righteous" asshole. Because, as I said, I want to punch this woman and if she tripped in front of me, she can get the fuck up herself lmao.

BUT, my humanity is not conditional.

Especially on the subject of women. The ignorance of one group does not negate my own sense of morality and feelings of what is right and what is wrong. I hold a certain anxiety in my chest for all the women caught in this war, because regardless of "sides", women remain the ransom and the spoils of every conflict.

I certain do feel anger when I think about how a lot of black women's activism and support FREQUENTLY goes unreturned. It pisses me off, to be honest. So I can understand and I would not judge the black women who pull back. Because how many times can I take the punches for you (people) before I get tired of no one tagging in?

But for me, personally, and I don't say this on some pedestal above the women I just mentioned in any way whatsoever, I guess I just think even the most ignorant women need support. And not that activism is transactional, but there have been demonstrations by muslims for BLM.

I guess my closing statement is that my fight is with the system, not the people who had no say in growing up in it.

*I'm not calling Palestinian women ignorant. I'm speaking on the hypothetical I said earlier as well as the select ignorant muslims that anon mentioned. So don't start.

#ask

[jamespotterthefirst]

As It Was (3/6)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 2.4K Warning: Language Series: As It Was (aka Lilac’s Exes)

Series Premise: All the times Ethan meets her exes throughout the years. Chapter Premise: The person who hurt her the most returns with something surprising to say.

Context: Lilac dated Alex Rhodes in undergrad. Their relationship was passionate at first, but ended horribly when Alex cheated. His FC is Chris Evans. (Exes | Exes Timeline | Fake Husband )

Year 2: Edenbrook

“...female, fifty-nine years old. According to her primary physician, she presented with chronic headaches and fatigue four months ago,” Baz explained to the team. “They diagnosed it as migraines.”

June scoffed.

“However, her symptoms progressively worsened. Her headache was so severe, she collapsed while grocery shopping.”

“What information did the patient give you during the initial consultation?” Ethan asked, his tone business-like.

Beside him, he could feel Lilac glancing up at him. It took all of his willpower not to turn to her and meet her gaze. If he did, he could reveal just how much his lips ached with the memory of their kiss, especially to someone as astute as June Hirata.

“Only that her vision had been worsening over time. She attributed that to old age. Apparently, she stubbornly fought her son on wearing glasses.”

Ethan added every bit of information to a mental catalog, silently summoning and discarding possible causes.

“Definitely a neurological issue,” June said.

“We can start with an MRI,” Lilac added.

Ethan nodded. “Yes. We can go from there. Anything else from the patient, Baz?”

Before Baz could continue, the door opened in haste, letting in a tall, windswept, and rather breathless man. Striking blue eyes scanned the room until they landed on the patient bed, his relief palpable as his wide shoulders deflated. When the shock of his abrupt arrival subsided, everyone in the room seemed to take him in, June with more admiration than the rest. The man was polished, donning a dark blue designer suit, his hair slicked back and his beard neatly trimmed. As he moved around the tiny room, he commanded the space, leaving the scent of expensive cologne in his wake.

“Sorry, I'm late. I just got the call.”

Even his voice was smooth, matching his movements and easy smile.

“You must be Mrs. Rhodes' son,” June said pleasantly, stepping forward with cool ease and offering her hand. “I'm Doctor June Hirata, one of the doctors treating your mother. This is Doctor Baz Mirani, Doctor Ethan Ramsey—” Ethan tried not to appear annoyed that she spoke as though she was the leader of the team. Plus, June's faux saccharine tone always grated on his nerves.

“—and Doctor Lilac Allende.”

To Ethan's surprise, Mrs. Rhodes' son froze at the name. His eyes fell on Lilac, incredulous, as though she was an apparition he was too afraid would vanish any second. Lilac, on the other hand, was paler than Ethan had ever seen her, her green eyes wide as she assessed the man before her. Something shifted in her demeanor, her shoulders tensing and her neck straining as she swallowed.

“Mr. Rhodes?” June prompted, her eyes swiveling from Lilac to the man.

“Sorry,” he said with a shake of his head. “I'm Alex Rhodes. Pleasure to meet you doctors,” his eyes shifted to Lilac again, as though wishing to say something else. “How's my mother?”

As June and Baz took turns explaining the team's findings, Ethan glanced at Lilac, growing more concerned about her by the second. She stood straight as a rod, still drained of color, her eyes fixed on the wall straight ahead. Her fingers gripped her clipboard which she pressed to her chest protectively.

“...you'll be the first to know when we learn more.”

“I'll order that MRI now,” Lilac blurted. And without waiting for a response, she hurried out of the room.

Alex Rhodes followed her with his eyes, looking as though he had half a mind to follow. A protective instinct flared up in Ethan, his jaw clenching. For some reason, he wanted to push Rhodes as far away from Lilac as his strength would allow.

Later, when Ethan could at last detach himself from the group, he followed a nurse's vague set of instructions to the fifth floor. A second nurse pointed him in the direction of the service elevators. Soon, he found Lilac in a supply closet, her back to the door, standing quite still in the refuge of her own arms.

“I didn't think anyone other than interns hid in here.”

The door closed behind him as he struggled to fit comfortably in the confined space. A tall frame and broad shoulders rendered that endeavor difficult. Lilac, however, didn't seem to mind.

“I'm not hiding.”

“Lilac.”

She sighed, finally turning to face him.

“Fine. I'm hiding.”

Her face appeared even paler in the darkness of the closet.

“Who's that man? You evidently know each other.”

“My ex.”

Silence.

“I see.”

Lilac didn't elaborate, instead averting her gaze to the floor. Something about this Rhodes character made her act unlike herself. Typically confident and exuberant, this Lilac seemed reticent and oddly small. It made his stomach twist.

“You seem to be on good terms with your exes. What's different about this one?”

“He…” she trailed off, struggling to push out the words. “Short version? We were serious. Very serious. Then he cheated on me with a close friend of mine at the time.”

Ethan received the information with a stiff nod, his molars grinding on their own accord.

“Twice,” Lilac added.

Dangerous, cold anger snaked through Ethan as he listened, particularly when he detected the defeat and shame in her voice.

“Looking back, our relationship wasn't a good one. And I was stupid enough to take him back —”

“Stop.”

Lilac obeyed, a little stunned. In that moment, as she blinked up at him, she looked so vulnerable that something fierce tugged at his heartstrings. For a moment, nothing mattered—not his ironclad conviction or the rules that separated them— all that mattered was having her in his arms.

Caught off guard, she stiffened against his embrace but relaxed almost immediately after. She sighed into his chest, her shoulders relaxing in his grasp.

“We don't have to talk about him if you don't wish to,” he assured her in a murmur. “Just… don't blame yourself for being trusting and compassionate.”

Lilac glanced up at him, those green eyes shimmering with something bright and hopeful.

“Your courage to trust again despite past misgivings… it's one of the things I admire about you.”

He wasn't talking about just her pathetic ex anymore. Unable to help himself, he leaned in and kissed her forehead tenderly. Her lashes fluttered against his cheekbones as she closed her eyes, melting against his touch. They stood like that for a few more stolen moments, then, with a mournful exhale, he stepped back.

Lilac, for her part, looked marginally better. She even summoned a playful little smile that drove him crazy.

“One of the things? What else do you admire about me?”

Ethan rolled his eyes, a small smile breaking through regardless.

“Your affinity to question everything,” he returned. “Right now being a prime example.”

Lilac laughed and the sound was pure bliss for him.

“Come on. Duty calls.” When she hesitated, he added, “I can ensure Rhodes deals only with me, June, and Baz. You don't have to interact with him if you don't want to.”

As it turned out, even Ethan's considerable influence in the hospital was not enough to keep a determined Alex Rhodes away from Lilac. Only the following day, Ethan entered Mrs. Rhodes' room to find Lilac quite literally cornered. Rhodes stood nearby, his palms held up in front of him as he attempted to reason with her.

“...need to talk.”

He said this in a hushed voice, no doubt for the benefit of his mother who was sleeping peacefully on the patient bed.

“We don't need to do anything, Alex.”

Ethan's blood boiled when he realized Lilac was trying her best to sidestep him. His feet carried him forward in a vicious rush. His fists, balled up painfully tight at his sides, itched to connect with the other man’s jaw.

“Step away from her.”

Ethan's words were inexplicably collected despite the rage swirling through his insides. The veiled calamity landed like a blow, however. Rhodes tensed as he glanced at Ethan, but obeyed, giving Lilac a wide berth.

“I didn't mean—” he started, cutting off with a defeated and frustrated sigh. “I didn't mean to trap you, Lilac. I was just hoping we could talk.”

Lilac wasted no time in moving as far away from Rhodes as the tiny patient room allowed. Almost as if on instinct, she stopped right next to Ethan. If she was seeking comfort and protection, he was more than ready to oblige. Wordlessly, Ethan raised himself to his full height, easily towering over the other man who was quite tall himself.

“I'd be happy to discuss your mother's case, Mr. Rhodes,” Lilac shot back in a voice that was pure ice. “Aside from that, we have nothing to talk about.”

“I deserve that.”

Ethan scoffed—a cold, merciless sound.

“That's only a small fraction of what you deserve. Be grateful Doctor Allende is a professional. I, on the other hand, have a reputation for punching people while on company time.”

Rhodes considered Ethan at that, not with anger but with genuine curiosity. He glanced between the two, taking note of how Ethan's frame was angled to shield Lilac. The other man must have seen something in the space separating them because quiet understanding dawned on him.

“Look, I was really hoping I could do this properly,” Alex started, his eyes returning to Lilac. “I imagined doing this countless times, but I was too cowardly to reach out. I never imagined I'd run into you.”

Lilac's mouth was set in a determined, flat line, her chin raised high with dignity. Despite this, Ethan could see her mild interest in the man's words. Hell, even Ethan himself was interested to hear where this was going.

Rhodes shuffled nervously on his feet.

“Lilac, I am ashamed of how I treated you during our time together, especially of how things ended between us—”

“You mean how you cheated on me with Tanya?”

Alex grimaced but took the jab with composure. “Yes.”

“Twice.”

“Twice,” he repeated, looking guilt-ridden. “I won’t waste your time trying to justify my mistakes to you. To be honest, I don’t believe there’s any rationalization for how fucked up my actions were. What I do believe is that you deserve an apology.” He paused, meeting her eyes earnestly. “I’m sorry for how I acted, Lilac, and for all the pain I put you through.”

A deafening silence followed the words.

Ethan’s pulse was a storm at his ears, his instinct rejecting the bastard’s remorse, no matter how genuine it seemed. When he glanced down at Lilac, he was surprised to find her expression softening slightly, an unmistakable crack in her defenses.

Rhodes continued, no doubt noticing Lilac’s shift. “I know I will never finish atoning for that in this lifetime, but I wanted to offer you what you’re owed.”

The silence permeated every inch of the small room. It stretched for so long that Ethan was convinced Lilac would remain silent and unmoving until Rhodes dignified to leave the room. Finally, she gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. Not an acceptance of the offered apology, but an acknowledgement.

It seemed to be more than enough for Rhodes because his shoulders dropped, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“You look well, Lilac,” he commented. Then, his eyes moved up to Ethan before settling on her again. “You look happy.”

“I am.”

Rhodes smiled fully now, looking genuinely happy at the confirmation.

“Thank you both for everything you’re doing for my mother,” he said with the same sincerity.

Jaw clamped tight, Ethan merely nodded, making a conscious effort to put all professionalism first.

“We'll be back in a few hours with updates.”

And before any more could be said, Ethan wordlessly guided a pale and tense Lilac out of the room. They walked the hall in strained silence until they reached the confines of his office. Even in private, her shoulders tensed and the color remained absent from her face.

“How are you?” Ethan asked softly.

“I'm fine.”

He wasn't convinced.

“Seriously, I'm okay.”

Ethan allowed a longer pause.

“You don't have to believe or accept his apology, you know.”

Lilac glanced up at him, giving him a curious look.

“Receiving an apology is a strange phenomenon where you feel obligated to accept or appreciate the gesture.” He thought Louise and the half uttered apology she managed to squeeze into the second before he hung up the phone. “You don't have to do any of those things for Rhodes.”

Lilac considered his words in silence, biting her bottom lip. At last, she nodded, moving closer to him. “I'm aware of that. All of this is so…”

“Confusing?”

Lilac nodded again.

“For all I know, he could be completely insincere. It is his job to be convincing, after all.”

Ethan raised a brow, confused.

“He's a lawyer.”

At that, he laughed.

“He just keeps getting worse the more I learn about him.”

Lilac rolled her eyes and slowly allowed herself to join in with his amusement. The small peal of laughter Ethan inspired made his stomach dip pleasantly. He watched her, his eyes falling on the rosebud lips he longed to kiss.

Eventually, her amusement dwindled away.

“I don't know if I will ever forgive him,” she said. “But his apology made me hate him a fraction less. It felt like poison leaving my body.”

Lilac shuffled her feet, as though embarrassed of the comparison. Ethan, on the other hand, nodded in understanding.

“That's all that matters here. Your peace.”

Relief and something else bloomed in her expression when she glanced up at him. They held each other's gaze and in the minimal space separating them, something fierce and impossible to ignore pulsed to life. It was the same tether that always pulled him toward her from the first day he met her. The same pull that only grew more insistent and agonizing with the distance he tried to put between them a few months ago.

There was no corner of the world he could run to where he could ever forget her.

“He's an idiot,” Ethan said into the silence.

Lilac tilted her head curiously.

“To willingly lose you when he had you in his arms? He should've realized how damn fortunate he was in the first place.”

He wasn't talking about Rhodes anymore.

By the way her breath picked up, Lilac knew this, too.

Ethan opened his mouth, as though to say more. What he would say, he didn’t know. It didn’t matter in the end. In the silence, Lilac stepped into his arms, setting her head against his chest, wordlessly listening to the harmony his pulse created only for her.

Note: This takes place in a different “universe” as the Fake Husband series.

 I imagine Alex is a changed man who is trying to atone for his past misgivings. He genuinely feels remorse for what he did to Lilac. Whether or not he should be forgive is entirely up to you.

Thank you so much! 

#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #Playchoices

[scorchedhearth]

Day. 12 WHAT COULD GO WRONG?

“Mayday, mayday!” | Cave In | Rusty Nail

enjoy @tatsujeff <3

“You’re an asshole,” Guy grunts, hauling Hal to his feet and jamming a shoulder under his arm to keep him standing. “Hey,” he says when Hal doesn’t react, barely making an effort to move. “Ya heard me? I said you’re an asshole.”

“I heard you just fine the first time, Guy,” Hal pants between breaths, one hand curling around his ribs. “I’m not.” Hal spits when Guy gets ready to repeat it, petulant and cold.

“Are too.” And finally Hal decides to start using his legs, putting a foot in front of the other.

“Am not!” He tries to sound pissed but he misses the marks and falls on a solid hurt and in a pathetic way, not an intimidating one.

“Are too.” And great, he’s got him going, at least now Hal is talking instead of gazing with unfocused eyes at the sky. “Dumbass here decides to go on a rescue mission all alone in planet bumfuck in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere without no backup and no battery, thinks it’s the best idea of the century.”

“You’re a dumbass too,” Hal cuts him off.

“Hold on, how was I supposed to know this weird ass crystal would siphon the ring’s energy?” They stumble off the bridge where Guy found him and onto the flat surface of the temple right next to it. He’s glad they’re not above hundreds of feet of void anymore, this crevasse is freaking him out.

“Maybe because I was lying right next to it, no ring and no shield, well on my way to choking to death!” Hal throws an arm in the air and Guy is impressed that a man who was so short on air barely minutes ago can go on a yelling spell without turning blue. He says so out loud, earns himself an eye roll. “We’re doomed.” Hal coughs a pained grunt when his twisted ankle hits a rock on the ground. “Gonna die here, all alone.”

“You’ve got me, asshole.” And they’re not going to die. Guy didn’t go to the trouble of tracking him down just to end here, he won’t let that happen. Hal’s quiet by his side, no smart comeback or barb, only focused on walking, still leaning half his weight on Guy and hoping on his good foot. Beads of sweat pearls at his forehead. He's too quiet. “Come on, pal. Talk to me now, don’t ya dare go out while I’m carrying you.”

“You’re not carrying me,” Hal huffs, indignant and prideful even with the strain on his voice.

“What d’you find anyway, doesn’t look like rescue needs to happen here.” Guy throws a look around, the entire planet’s dead, a fossilized rock with not even a bacteria or microbe on the surface. Just rocks and putrid gazes. There are remnants of civilization, of life, but it’s long gone.

“The call for help was lost, it didn’t reach a habited planet in time. When I got there, it was long past helping.” Hal explains. He talks about how he got there, and what he found, and how he decided to investigate the crystal before leaving, just in case. Guy listens, the tension in his chest relieving by the minute as Hal’s voice grows stronger with each word.

“Here,” Guy points at a bigger rock, one that looks like it could have been a bench, or some kind of chair ages ago. Hal’s been getting progressively paler as they walked, and he’d rather not have him keel over right now. Hal doesn’t even protest, which goes to show how badly he’s hurt. Looks like at least a couple of bruised ribs, if not more, and various pulls and twists in his limbs. The cut at his forehead is still sluggishly bleeding, matting his hair down.

“What now,” Hal asks with a gasp, holding his chest with both of his arms now.

“Now I save us both, and you say thank you, Guy, you’re the best.” He flashes his grin, the best one he can conjure up, the one that says everything’s just peachy.

“I’ll save that for when we’re back home,” Hal says, but he ignores him. Guy turns around and walks away from him and his bench, deeper into the room, paces along the baren hallway of the temple, holding up his ring and staring at it.

“Come on. Just a little, just enough to call ‘Wog or somthin’.” But nothing comes up, it’s dead, cold and heavy on his finger, unresponsive. Entirely useless. He stomps further down the hall, grinding his teeth. “Son of a-” as soon as his feet make contact with the ground, it cracks beneath his sole, and Guy watches horrified as the entire thing crumbles right underneath him.

He hears Hal yelling somewhere behind him as he’s suddenly swallowed by a dark empty, and he realizes the temple is built directly above that freaky canyon. John should have some words with the one who designed this place about safety regulations, Guy thinks as Hal's voice follows him down the hole.

He doesn’t have time to be afraid, or think much else, really, because he leaves the open sky for deep darkness, not even seconds later there’s a flash of green around him and his back hits something hard and unyielding. The violence of the shock makes everything fuzzy around him, and before he can understand what’s going on he slips out of consciousness, Hal's yells reaching the edge of his mind.

#hal just recharge his ring made of his own will to catch guy #guy will yell himself blue for ten minutes because why the fuck couldn't he have done that before? dumbass #wt22 #halguy #dc

[siriannatan]

Count fWhip's Origin Story

I was thinking about making this one longer but… I already have too many WIPs so I'm tossing it here. It's mostly vampire!fWhip's origin story.

AO3

Grimlands. One of the oldest and most confusing empires in the area. Many empires rose and fell around them but the Wither dynasty was still in charge and loyal to their roots as a potato farming town. It was there right next to the wither rose. Potato was still their national vegetable and many traditional Grimlands dishes used it as a main ingredient to this day. Vast potato fields were an integral part of the Grimlands landscape. Like tall buildings hiding behind thick walls and loud explosions and the mine where rocks that were crushed into gunpowder came from. Probably the most standout was a house of a local count going by the name fWhip. A close relative of the ruling family. Brother of the founder of the city.

How is he still alive you ask? Well, fWhip is not a human. He was one once, but when on an adventure he met a creature, he's not quite sure what it was, turned him into a vampire. He was normal at first after the encounter and made it home with no problems. Settled into the house his brother had built for him. Met his new sister-in-law - a princess from the neighbouring kingdom of salmon folk. A nice girl, fWhip liked her. She was good for his brother. Trouble started a couple of weeks after he had arrived.

Impossible to satiate hunger and thirst. Headache. Pain in his whole jaw. Pain in all his limbs. Bone-deep chill and constant shaking. Fever. Brief blackouts. Tiredness. It got worse and worse as the day went on. Sun and loud noises irritated him. By the sunset, he was bedridden and sure he was dying. Some bug bit him and the sickness slowly progressed and he completely missed it all... Like an idiot. Those were about his last thoughts before he woke up changed.

He had no reflection. His heart was completely still yet something was still flowing in his veins. His skin was even paler than usual and weirdly waxy... like a corpse. He was no longer human. And had this desire for blood. Being a well-red man fWhip recognised what he was now. A vampire. Peak predator of the night. But the creature he was sure changed him... there was no way it was a vampire. It was a mass of shadows with many mouths and teeth and claws... No matter what it was fWhip had some issues to solve ahead. And forever to do it...

And so fWhip lived for his first hundred years. Not changing one bit he watched his brother grow old and die. And his wife. And his children. And he watched Grimlands grow. Leaving his manor less and less. Relying on servants his relatives hired for him more and more. And buried himself in books.

In his second hundred years, he maybe left his manor about ten times if not less. He simply saw no reason to leave it. He had all he needed. Blood. Wine. Books. His potions lab when he picked up alchemy to kill his boredom. His grand nephews and nieces did visit him occasionally. It was nice of the family to remember him.

It was around his three-hundredth birthday that he was introduced to Sausage and Gem. The boy would inherit the crown of Mythland since their mother was the only child of the current king. And the girl was already showing a talent for magic and would probably be soon sent to the Crystal Cliffs to study magic. fWhip barely registered when it had separated itself from Grimlands proper and became its own nation. He didn't even think to think who would inherit Grimlands. His great-nephew's wife was pregnant for the third time when the children were introduced to him.

When that third child was to be born a disaster struck. Both the duchess nor the child didn't make it. fWhip attended the funeral but stood very much to the back. His nephew asked if he'd look over Grimlands if he died with no other heirs and fWhip said yes.

He nearly forgot that promise by the time the duke grew old and fell ill. A panicked advisor running in to say the duke was dying and wished to see him reminded him of it. "I leave home to you, great uncle," his great nephew said and passed away with a calm, peaceful smile. Leaving fWhip with no words to say. Dead men did not care for words and neither Sausage nor Gem was there, both busy ruling their own empires. And there was no time for any formal meetings or grand funeral celebrations. Lady Katherine of House Blossom was quick to act and called upon ruler's meet since apparently not only fWhip's nephew passed on recently.

The king of ice elves of Rivendell also passed away recently and due to some unclear to fWhip and his new advisory council circumstances the younger of his two sons inherited the crown. It was something to do with an unauthorised marriage to the jungle elves' king Joey. And, after a long and gruelling war that separated the salmon empire for a long time from the main continent, the Cod Empire - winners of the war were moving to the continent. fWhip was a bit sad his sister-in-law's country has been wiped out - some survivors were granted a save heaven in Grimlands by his nephew and fWhip had all the intentions of keeping it that way. The rumours that the Salmon ravaged Cod's lands to the point where they were completely inhabitable had him worried about politics but he would manage. The salmon living in his country were all civilians with nothing to do with war. He was sure the Cod Father would understand him after they had a chance to talk.

Back to the meeting. After being quickly familiarised with who currently ruled what kingdom. He met some of the current rulers but... that was when many of them were children, brought along to meet Sausage and Gem. He was pretty sure most of them did not remember him much anymore but it'd be still interesting. With how important the meeting was he got dressed by his staff. He could not look bad in front of other rulers. And getting dressed on his own without a mirror was not a good fit for looking presentable in more complicated garments. And he never bothered to learn how to get his hair presentable in any way.

So, with an umbrella protecting him from the sun and a small top hat in place of his goggles and his best dress clothes on he set out to the land of fairies.

Scott's one-hundred and twenty-third birthday was not good. First, just as he woke up, he was informed his father passed away. Then, before he could even properly process that one of the royal advisors brought him a letter from his older brother. Scott did not want to recall the contents of it ever again in his life but the essence of it was 'don't feel like being a king, running away to be with this forest elf jerk prince, good luck.' And so Scott was, in the matter of not even an hour, the king based on being the only heir left. Consorting with Jungle elves took away Xor's right to the throne even if he did come to his senses and came back. Then it'd be up to Scott to decide what to do about him. And to prepare for his father's funeral. And his own crowning ceremony. A whole bunch of stuff all at once. Scott was very happy to have his father's trusted advisors on his side to help him with at least the things at home.

Just couple of days after his father's passing, Lady Katherine of House Blossom, queen of the fae folk, called upon a meeting of rulers. Grimlands apparently also went through a change of rulers - some distant uncle of the duke apparently. Scott didn't know much about Grimlands or their traditions. Oh, and the Cod Empire was now among the main-land empires and therefore included in the meeting at the recommendation of the Ocean Queen. So Scott would not be the only new ruler there.

Not that it made up for his lack of experience or preparation to rule and represent a country. He was always meant to be just a second prince. Left alone to practice his sword. To learn war strategies, history, music and proper manners. How to dance and hold a proper conversation with whoever he would marry in the future. And of course, once it manifested with Aeor's blessing, to practice his ice magic.

Speaking of magic. He was wary of meeting the headmistress of the Crystal Cliffs academy princess Gem of Grimlands and Mythland. The cliffs were one of the three connected kingdoms ruled by the Wither dynasty. His worries came mostly from how differently elves and humans approached magic. Humans saw it as a great gift that needed to be honed and trained. To elves, it was nothing all that special unless one was born with great talent and wished to hone it. And Scott was a bit of a special case for an elf. Due to a blessing from the elven gods his magic was not only very strong but also equally hard to control taking a lot of effort and training. At least Scott already had it under control. As long as he kept his emotions and body temperature in check it wasn't causing too many issues.

And so, with a lot of worries and a list of does and don'ts from his advisors Scott was shipped off to the Overgrowth. And without his sword too... The advisors said the heavy claymore he usually swung around to destress was too big for political functions...

Jimmy had no time for political meetings and such. His people just survived a conflict with the Salmon Empire. A long and bloody conflict that ended with their land inhabitable. And the painful process of having to move an entire nation. Lucky for him Lizzie and her husband Joel and their empires helped but there was still a lot Jimmy had to do. He could not just up and leave. He was more than just a ruler...

But Lizzie said he should. His advisors (priests of the Cod religion technically) said he should go. Joel said he should go, but Jimmy didn't really put much weight to what his dear brother-in-law said. And Jimmy knew they were right. He knew he should go but he still didn't want to. He was never one for the stuffy meetings. He didn't have anything even halfway too suitable to wear. And... and... he had many reasons why he shouldn't go but all of them were pushed down.

The fact that Lizzie physically dragged him into the carriage with her and Joel did not help his reasoning in the slightest. "You'll not be the least prepared ruler. Grimlands and Rivendell are sending brand new rulers who were never prepared to take over," Joel tried to make him feel better as Jimmy sulked in his seat. He refused to leave his thunder caller's trident at home. It was, just like the copper headpiece of the Cod Father, a symbol of his status as the leader of the Cod Empire. It was going wherever he was.

In this case the forests of House Blossom.

#my stories #my stuff #empires smp #empires fwhip #was meant to be shipping but as things are is not #fanfiction #empires scott #empires jimmy

[little-red-honeybadger-old]

Mary Frances Garratt · Hufflepuff · Aquarius · Rowan + Unicorn Hair · 5'0

Known primarily as Frances, she was born in 1875 to Maureen and Sterling Garratt and was their only child. Growing up working class Catholic in a primarily Protestant region, Frances never questioned her parents' alienation from their own families after being told that her Irish Catholic mother and English Protestant father were disowned by their own families for marrying outside of their faith. Unbeknownst to her, the actual reason was that both parents were Squibs born to intolerant families who couldn't bear the embarrassment of non-magical offspring.

Frances grew up severely nearsighted to the point of legal blindness, which affected her developing ability to read and severely impacted her perception of herself. Without money to fix her vision and a lack of understanding, Frances often believed she just wasn't smart enough or educated enough.

At the age of 10, her parents succumbed to Scarlet Fever, leaving Frances in the custody of her father's business partner, Irving Sullivan, and his wife Sophia. For the next five years, Frances would work as a maid for the family and a nanny for their three children, whom she formed close bonds with. Despite never being outright cruel to her, Frances never felt fully accepted by her foster family as their own child; while Irving was kind if dismissive of Frances, Sophia could be quite mean and emotionally abusive.

("No," Irving Sullivan would say when he first met Eleazar Fig, "You must be mistaken. Mary Frances... she is a sweet girl. A good girl. And she may make a fine housewife one day. But she is no student.")

Mary Frances Garratt was legally blind without glasses, and may have had a bit of an undiagnosed learning disability. But she was far from stupid, far from lazy, and far from disloyal to her loved ones. And she loved caring for her loved ones, especially her young foster siblings, but being assumed to be nothing more and to be left without a choice was something that hurt her to her core.

At Hogwarts, Frances is a bit of a busy body. She can't sit still in class -- she hasn't been in a formal education setting for over five years, after all -- and she wanders just a bit too far from the castle while digging in the dirt, looking for cool rocks and plants and potions' supplies while maybe neglecting some of her other classes a bit too much for Professor Fig's liking, but she works hard. Strives to move forward. Learns a lot. Catches Sebastian Sallow's eye. Makes friends. Progress is progress, she tells herself each and every day, and moves on to the next river bank to search for rocks in.

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Format inspired by @fe1ixfe1icis's post on his MC. **Updated photos. Mods used are the paler and darker skins mod and the smaller jaw edit mod.

#hogwarts legacy player character #mc mary frances garratt #sebastian sallow #eleazar fig

[i-love-sweet-william]

it's dangerous to go alone! take this.

changes to the mer Will's anatomy have been steadily building up since the first posts....most recently his new tail and color scheme

(I put more specifics under the cut, both about the changes and shit that's always been there)

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DEMOGORGON

he used to be born more pale and get darker as he aged, but now he starts out with more colors (referencing Dart) and gets paler with age (gray demogorgon shade).

he also used to have little demogorgon-like teeth at the back of his throat, but now that shit shoots out of him like a forbidden yoshi

most sounds he makes are inaudible to human ears, but the ones that Are audible usually reference a mix of st monster sounds

RAY/SKATE

pacific electric rays are Hella fuckin round, and he keeps that soft shape and spotty pattern, it's just the color progression that's different

the biggest changes were made because skates have those little feeties (they're actually just pelvic fins) and the little spines along their tails that electric rays lack and I Just Thought...they look so fuckin cute (his uncovered body might've been able to pass as human from a distance before but......nnnnot anymore)

actual electric rays only have a range about as long as their body length, but I expanded Will's to reference the ranges of dnd spells (10ft, 30ft, etc) and for the clones with especially large ranges (referencing Will seeing the tunnels beneath Hawkins and El locating people long distance) the level of detail they can detect is more like a mix of electrolocation and echolocation, but I only ever mention their electroreceptors

I doubt anyone who cares will read this far so Ima just put it out there: the reason El's powers are referenced is because two of Will's clones are actually El. when they're all hella tiny they use the same he/him pronouns like Big Will, but as they grow up and learn more about how humans use different words, two of them will choose she/her. (but they don't use the same kind of pronouns underwater so it's not really a 1:1 trans comparison, but it's Close)

OTHER ANIMALS

his irises used to be shiny but now they're more human, and what Mike saw was just the shit that makes some animal eyes seem to glow in dim light

his growth rate(s) is established from the previous au (blackfin seabass growth rate, stretched to meet the character's canon height), but these babs are bigger at birth

likewise, his throat teeth used to be based on a blackfin seabass but I just. wanted to make him more cursed. and what's more cursed than a toothy flesh flower blooming out of his throat to swallow food whole

to survive in both saltwater and freshwater, he has to function like other euryhaline organisms to regulate the water and salt in his body

the "happy teeth grinding" thing was from rabbits but I just applied it to the fish because grinding was one of the sounds they made

if anyone was interested enough to read all the way through this post, Please fuckin ask me shit, I WILL have an answer

#stranger things #will byers #art #mermaids #mer clone au #my post

[myths-of-fantasy]

The Residents of Earth: Atlanteans

The people of Atlantis were a highly advanced people - one of the first groups of earth known for interacting with the Meta Sequence. Carefully, through much experimentation, they were able to activate the Meta Sequence. By coincidence, 5 of their first test subjects had a mutation that resulted in better acclimatization in the water. After publishing their study, they requested well compensated test subjects for the dubbed Atlantean Meta Sequence. 

The transformations usually lasted a full year under monitoring as their bodies begin adapting to aquatic and land borne life. The first thing to happen is the webbing of their fingers and toes with some individuals having their toes splay a bit farther apart. Their noses become sealable and slowly gills begin to develop near their rib cages. 

Much to the shock and delight of the scientists, none of the altered peoples were rendered sterile, and several went on to reproduce. Many of the families who did give permission for them and their children to be studied throughout the generations to observe the passing down of the activated version of the Meta Sequence. As the generations progressed, more and more traits became activated, including counter shading, longer and longer tails, smaller ears and the development of clear eyelids. 

Taking advantage of the new available market, some companies began the development of aquatic cities. Generational altered, atlantisians were eager to move into a home that was more suited for their new traits. Once the first city of Triton (named after the Greek god) was established, other companies were quick to jump on the train and the development of Tritonoid altered clothes, furniture and even foods began to run on overdrive.

By the time of the Great Flood, the city of Triton had become the capital of the three intertwined cities of Triton, Amphitrite and Poseidon. The country of Atlantis easily recognized them as an independent territory, allowing them to grow and develop into a small country of their own that worked in unison with Atlantis. When the Great Flood hit, most of the land borne section of Atlantis was destroyed - drowning and bludgeoning several hundred people to death in its impact. 

Once the flood settled in, the remaining survivors - almost all of which were the altered humans - found themselves back in the remains of their now completely underwater home. Humans that were unaltered were injected with the serum and cared for by the aquatic ones until their transformation was complete enough for them to join the underwater inhabitants.

As the creation of an underwater city had already been in the works of planning, the remaining individuals who could read the plans and use the tools began the construction of New Atlantis.

By the time of the Age of Powers, Atlantis had properly formed into an underwater country and the citizens had started showing ethnic differences.

Tritionoid: The original modified Atlantians are ethnically referred to as “Tritonoids.” They have long webbed fingers, small ears and winding tails. Over time their skin has developed to become gray or blue on the overside with their underside becoming white. Amphirinoids: Considered to be a special deep sea ethnicity of Atlantians. They moved closer to the ocean floor than their Tritonoid counterparts and evolved accordingly. Over time their skin has become red or dark gray on the over side and either white or a simple paler version of their main color on the underside. Poseinoids:  The last of the common group of Atlantisians and the ones that look the least human. They seem to be the result of intentional breeding among the inhabitants with some of the more exotic traits. Their colors are red, dark gray and blue with white undersides and larger eyes than their counterparts. Most poseinoids have mostly lost the ability to perceive red light.

#atlanteans #earth 470 #the residents of earth #worldbuilding #lore #projects by ankh #dcu #dceu #dc fandom #does this count as aquaman stuff?? #fantasy worldbuilding

[libidomechanica]

“This I read our bodys rightfull”

A ballad sequence

                Through when a man it find and silks.     And half the referee. Before their rank thought, and Primroses     and the windows shone, or being lack’d, to this marble     eyelids keep through the companion art, as if by hard a     wound and Feares, and

forbidden prime. She forbids; with gold     then his Arms—he held up saying you can make Cupid a     boy, the meadow and feels like stony her brother shows. But,     Delia dawn and thou abuses reckon up the boating     phantasies, traverse of

pallid and free. Our dog-chewed-off     tail train;—the plaint in heauenly race, to mastery from me,     and lady friend! A heart, and we will keep tuning head at     herself so lament? Which I hardly high as he approximate     were in sound of

love us! Take the grueling down     the Crowns to pay; and speak for a hero in his hide; when     some attend, instead of dew: let dame Eliza thanks in     a tender Lambes ytorne? In the Seventh a Moon—the     thirstye payne to the granted

to the paler hue, both roof and     so loudly and their sun, fair day for such a Bellibone,     and there walk humbly with green banks out-wrest; which is hostess     and caves! This I read our body’s rightfull principal: smoother     came; she should have none

may turn and sunglasses me the     Sculptor’s dogs; and Tears unshatter’d world of them all—this never     in it down into this moments and good about the     dull a summer’s corn has set. His buddy asked for wowing     thee; without love the lightly

leave to Churchill Downs and to     her French perfumes he took him three or seemed pale Virgin shrouded     in a penalty kick. Whistle. Nor brows shall adorne     her faces are betraying faith in his mates; but yet how     it fall of you, she

reproaches of love with the ragbag.     And from my ears began, and, stooping—anon-anon: thou,     sweete tunes do not to the summer days Sae flaxen were a     groups underfoot, the spiritual splendently yet ever     tell and if they would have

her fault of sight and station seen.     The bounty and says margarita she meant thus, by day,     and got before he’d wrong for itself, in the fall from thy     faintest tyrant him speak of his Son, he realme of my lovers     met and wide, and twincling

the third—To thee and sees without     a path to laugh in the whole; its red lightning thee. Never     mourn, turn in the Sun did appeare, his left along, far     and to stake or less bilious—but oh fie on’t! And more     keeps to govern the burden

light of the way to the Word     of Mary. No, Time, no odor buttons and for whose beams     dance in use, did after the end of May, known to end. By     the ball, that the fayre Elisa, in her hut, the king     See, doo you so lament?

                While fauour feeling. I would bring, like two hours laid, who     give. As she doth makes me his bride, progressing thee, that was this? To overslide, or being     furrows on might coming, my love

has fall break, and mak’st all heart of flesh to warm today     when he said, our soul upon the shepheards delightfull princely plight, straying faithfully.     When the dazzling lighters with whom

we can saying Laughters forth his Reign A Sage, who     love is or shoulders with such alone with the same star.—The tyrannie, O: nae ither flower-     fence chasm grow among thee, thank

heavens you wonderedst with lichens it not wrong     betraying Laughters, to give to suits strife is gone. A woman colour, wondering all     thing to manage either’s peppered legs.

                To adorn the moss so fair. I     put you—you go ahead, taking made him with the realms of     a mother that night to

me shown; unless sleek company,     whose chinks—marks whereas from the wave had burn’d, did her Foot the     mimic as you are how

his sickle to vale; not live with     ice and groups under gore, herkne to think of her beautiful     dreaming for then i hold

me a child is the cuckoo-like,     the hungry arab—after see that I did its long the     ball scores and that was befits

the God have never that it     was a Greek father’s faded starts his feet wide. So comfort     is, made loving voice replies,

and fling into the seams touch     upon then the uses or on trains beguiled, when it wants     both Princess as she goes

to stay and the blast of years, since     we see or four difference between a rowe? And myrtles your     loving train divine and

yet one, I’ll brush her souls shall not     for him to Desire; they amble away, you got it,     full tilt and relax Pluto’s

brow,—strong it—’tis decorum.     Whilst bleed, you like, the fern- green and remained instead. I’m welcome     and of Honour rais’d

her face.—Awhile I don’t it’s like     this pond to choke. Fair the quality of a birch, glinting     thee! Does it holds, I lookt

to fill my backpack in bed you;     there be not you may trace a distant to this enough to     substance.—Within the while

both are our plaint in their billet     at the meant knights, a wretched up into the rich with her     face, into the ladde, who

dislike cancer and everybody’s     finger is best to suppose we didn’t pick out thy     selfe he may by no praise.

                Then wits, as not wet: if twice you     like, he could with them both; but them, and loued lassie yet, come,     she wash’d in a scapes freezes, blood clot. An universal     culture forty years began to speak. And thus singing     from field of this way like

a better, drives the Beauty to     covers such conduct neither punishment is held it over     to prune, thou gild’st the with somewhat lonely, i, a long     sleep. Eventually drew her Milk he dreamt rather little     pond of wrong with their garments’

cost, of more such euill, for     Tyranny and rills from the exacts the dance with all though my     heart’s wise hand of which Enna yields, she put my plants allure,     when he dark sea, looking the woods. Bird, illustrate the cheere;     but Stephen to costume.

                When I am a man, to be presence of it.     But that were thou and ye sall be true, as if he knew thereby, alas, is winter with     risk. It was given the stock from the

fine, dear Lady, let go! Ich am in his     Eyelashes, thy balmy lips of a former sight therefore him, these brambles pale, hear it, O     Thyrsis, still. To burst in Stella know

that her Name Absál who draw a drap o’ the laws     of his God. Down the whisper’d: no longer blood; but twas born; seal’d delight of love herself     whilst through the two and thought and stormy

note of what thou shall not heart. Octave clotted banquet     bids me want to blame Kim Novak for while sore than Christ wast boundless heart of rotten.     She clouds do lie open at last where

hath conquer, conquer’d their absence, once to moan and     cast it for those are the sill and come! And fiery heats, fainting its range and planted     to life’s offer a mild reproach. No,

child! Them, needlepoint of eve smiles taketh displaces     the love is a wolf whose Minds a joy in thy slaue, and blest when she said a cleft of     the song to say though my head.&For a

bowl you mean! As the singe his Sicilian air,     which, used, lives its worse of thy prey: they are these part! An’ has not June for a little wilfu’     grief lies dream of death’s the lake: See,

at another ioy hath wound in this alone. And     thee! For thy face with a grone, the lang night, to gaze at him. But we are married, which draws     the dull angry models arrived, he

musk carnation—is more my wallet I refused     as the light against my corset-lacing heavens despair, and died in the ancient     rosaries, laborious eyes let it

blessed, like lemonade and woe longing empires     a crayoned cat, its Secret, Good and extinctions, with a fear nothing frowns and watched the     sweet breath. But their skill in lovely-head!

                The small hands could say to be diseased     to the range alike flounder, she: but if his dust. There.     Wretched each pretence and

bow and over think of his     Sicilian fields, that had grave! To commonplace was all     company, and flute would be.

                In Seattle, youth, where natural.     And love unto the South, I blow a straw and flips it is     buried to changes,

aqueducts,—and then why not Bay brag     we have been a rosy little trifling in the hard-grained     their way the bars, and placing.

The steps did disguised in it,     had wound. The used up. Therefore than Believing Presence touches     beare, quenching Picnic

against me in their Institution     some in a crystal state; but think she was Ralph had beat,     or fret at they with a

gem; to settled hour in the clothed     to spend upon a hill, after, clear and relax the lovely     far her cheek: its onion

root the mute! And they to kill     time by the mountain and all heart-honored all that matter     Marini when the light

that else can send, or vainly as     been you beholds a brazen pillar high as the L&N,     hoping payne. What Love and

straw and old, in the betrothed     us one. Sweet rose wild and make you the fallen have pillows,     of which seem’d to blessed

her Hand? Still full hands with showers     of foreign law; and of child, gaue her than the moon, yet slays     me with her Day’s Delight

can jump both are mended, that so     much know, but since I came on the waited on the forth have     been. The couch, and thou break,

so mould; for thy day-nets none, that     beat her with his was slowly grew alone, stock from her look     on it take from my life,

my weary travellers journey;     then the quarters of Jerusalem, the oldest and drippings;     while each simplest Lute,

placed length this marble, men might move     as briefly did not bondage is, the first time leavest help     our eyes—to live with art

one liquid kiss upon her Jewel     in a shivered, by the breath of her you’ve surrender and     square were green, she never

tell therefore that proue? To bind yon     the horse is took, and parish rate; and that he longë love and     break my heart which sits longe:

let him rang, and fling into a     rage. In his father wonders scholes, to bind you would not dealt     with Damaske rose, thought carry

in the glen sae rashy, O,     aboon will see; it hangs still; then why not a choice and the     quest,—who cannot purchase.

                The boughs; I watch their sweet streaking     sun of the little thousand drew, the moonlight to tell you     on your trade was to give.

In bed your morning thee? ’Er me     castling, the green Chinese ladies must each came with that bonie     face is fair Syrinx reioyce.

                Moved from college, visits head of     old? Did, and myrtles your rudenesse with these, she trail. His     green, do in consent,

etc. To gentle cast, whose     breathe, and i feel her face, poised about it little step my     heart-of-hearted to a

lance he meet Then fox-kits come the     like the wall, as though I can see myself and dark the prov’d     assays, married. The lake

to do it to her to dissolve     the king and break on vain: and bride, are no giraffes in moss;     everything or these: nothing

mortal lease. And when fire bent     with Daffadowndillies set: bayleaues between Vertue but heavy     do I dream is done.

                Cries contrary, she cries, oh miser’s     traitors, sleave-silk flies, and whether bends her little whisper     of light, then I do but the Base. Glass block we are to     recedent saw’st the ball score years, to bind yon hills wherewith     I cloth’s peppered legs

swollen shut bud that you must need     much they regard—a loud Hawaiian-print of life endures     I feel her sex, and, in Stellaes seen, the mignonette of     fame, they led—a kind of fayre? And yellow bird hung over     think where enough food in

the seats a place, to be seen Love’s     ephemerioe, shoot gaily o’er the sun’s abundant pearles     Ruby-hidden mixtures law, rebell by Natures, and in     the Leaf River bright person passes me best o’t yet,     ere I how few! Was true

hypocrites, yet on her in like     two are stringing of Empires rose went away—that ever,     mine, fair, which thee? With trembling the big kids will I, as     we first in characters of Tyrans, iust excuse of wit,     forget. This, Come out, like-

wise propagate that bonie face the     boy stars dangle drawing on and notepads, wet-winged eager     eyes of the dive bar and miles and desire that     wad beguiled, when my love the ladies unseen, with a joy     in which only is highest

wast bounds of Fate, some in the     turns to kill time by these pretty pleasure never say supposed     in it is in place book, since she, discerning weeks; they     bene princely graceful all create mischief of Errington     and away fled from

yon bean-field! My mind—by the long-     batter’d farms, its quiet- colour, wonder if there? Their dryness     to be a blood that Tim’s year or two, or two that in     your upstairs, you in the year’s priz’d, and all Night, has flow, i’m     thine at morning power?

                I cannot die than other till     dead learnd chasm of the wild eye would have stolen what th’     uncertain rills in our world’s wide or frequent thee, panting     to run off with your

heart not fitly done to set it     serve to safely cross that my heart’s ended, the spheres constructure     like one! Fat as at Christmas when we purge, as, to where     Venus badge is ylent

and queen, fair Syrinx daughter beside     the solar orbit run, being, and take these wild voice!     ’—Which them wich in place which only is higher there is a     storm and unnamed boy I

fell on high, grand, epic, homicidal;     and of inurbanity, malge Sir Matthew Hale’s     greatest Gogmagogs, when it still, for Corydon no one     knows that looking down wi’

right. Richly aromatic scale     up: for still keep a chronicle; and you witchcraft is crookéd     as these may this, which, laboured fish beset with yours.     For the Bliss the foot less.

                And true, despite my sunny sky,     and that I am reading voice had child, a boy walk’d and     blinking: as midnight one more serious earth in virgins     sow, joined them I hear; ’ and, will be true reason rotten. No     harm! Can you begin to

raise great; but a kiss, she steal on     a pincushion, the trouble as he shut our last, when i     hold thou art no less than recall more train but the tempting     heavy, ticks and wonder her song, song, song; I chirped, cheeped,     trilled and Eve was

the water rue. Whims bid her skin     white, and courses of the rain; I shall I know; so never     met him speak for aught to flutter of the frost, instead of     golden tone. Throat around her beauties skie: who told the burden     his loue and disgrace:

binde your love, yet, if you begin     you. Tempest, and that with you! Each in the rude world let’s proved     us one. Oh, Mary, at they say, full of Kings; while our     fortune from the rich reward into a double Praise, and     furrows that bonie face present:

it dried before I saw her     foes with the Darling of his broad in the threshing-time, sometime     and caught that which the cube and old, and one would she here     I saw; and if every joy. Than when it rubs shoulder bare,     all men, puzzled by my

soul of how to bush to bury     think where reflected in snow: arise from the that Life’s morning     over intermix’d connection of the turn’d before     the white even. Of Gertrude Stein. Year they, or shrink to a     phrase, to be records with

love. With your pious thrust him down:     it is overgrown with wonderings boldlier sweete tunes, whereon     the song like a sunbeam: near they that inly feels soft,     at the fate of your country first intense senses back Nightfall     breeze: the feast every

channel hath made entirely     by conquering in the way, the Breath, Julia, breath skin     featherless hearse we are tutors, guard the Sun; seeking a ditty     sad forgetting all blisse. Wherein, yet some at, is like     it’s so pleasure, that at

once only in the pond to my     pure Will leaguing, in the earthly turmoils thee my female     evil tempt to weep while quacks of Selefkia just observing,     the dreamt rather walls, and what Salámán not the bed,     echoing into it

and with slaughter forget that the     Cupid girls in circled around methods and Off’rings my     though obviously, and statue props upon the Sexes’     intersection holds up such deceived it death, and long endure     that had in sight, that

my abused. The dull a silence,     beautiful voice calling child sitteth, and turned shin’st, as you     make you all in wassail the sash a shade alone. In battle     array, ready in her wallet to her to church     unthinking its orbit run,

found the pass’d I blinded eye or     hand, march of the propt a fairy paradise, breath. We’re a’     my Nanie, O. Marble eyelids I best in bounty of being     face; they do we are two love of his Garment freezes,     blood clot. It hangs on him

with the upland discover me—     me, thus we sit together turn the bump I ride in my     Song is ever drawn his feet; but I’ll remains are old, and     his mother to me and take this window lour’d busy bee     the dive bar and snow, happy

and as this the tame: the nature     calm, her present nor the right cannot be admit that’s     the sensation I wonder why isn’t it to be fries. That     I were all used to keep his tuning hedges, and, with these,     she cries, Forsooth, let me

by thy pap well I may, a manly     Palm, a maides, by his rise, such follie greete? We lodged in     the moon shine accents on pants and on the two made he brought     about Judas, this face? One that matter I should rise, o’er     the whirlwind’s on the morning

for all this poor: that fall from     the skies, where Melodies round veins. June efforts quietly     take to intersection holds this ragged January     photo in my argument; so all to-night, a beauty     dispraised of moss before

it earth that Heav’n from the Tower     of Wisdom of thing moves picture the one the leave the     held up saying fair promise of the fields liveries, love     or awe, the witch, I protest, my swaddling piano, and     mixt with a kiss, for Oh!

                Never though when these: nothing your     desire green, that love by Ensham, down will speak not, grew     my tongue would ye see, back’d

thee. Circle, they talked, above that     body&said the joy of better in it, tis twilight, and     you grow which is like a

velvet land doom takes and smell like     a sad slave frae sun their moral or physical On this     humbly with disdaining

in his Hand, not her, read not chatter’d     fair Twinnes gold ye sall be its curse onto my arms     of the roofs of the sweet

breast doth farewell, as not murder,     priuate fault. But don’t being sick of Hazeldean. And this’ he     said, we double row, nor

of his Arms—he held it out from     only in the attention is nourished. Yet each produce     his wilful thee: who told

thou art goner? My muse, than the     streaking sun of men procured the brood, however delicate     piston three lonely

true blood, more press thing a woman     seated on thy Turn Well may think it has been fucked whisper     of willows, and gird in

bank hath a stirr’d the blue eggs of     robins, but think that with you fighting thumbed, that sweeps to bush     wherefore, my dear, dear

names are thou him. Drinking Stephen     to the ways—or falling lies dreams which in another side.     Endangered hatchlings cryen

forgotten. He is still, to sip;     sweet dim light I meant, there we like swine or other died, through     the spades the stricter rushing

dog and some back, till day; I     kiss Anthea’s beam no darkness came with thee back in the slopes,     tis twilight all the streets

of our old halls country yield the     quietly. That remains asleep tinkle homeward secure,     the hangovers, and low!

                Part banter, ghost or seemed a bore.     Those nutria-things, in lovely to-night, as before her     heart and generous and

breed. And generous toast, the whispers     tale, for still avoids the pane, he doesn’t get it. And in     which I let him droops up

scarecrow silence fell on the answer.     Above her jewels in our Love. Tale forth a gray static     of rain, we sicken feathered

court and councils, wielding terms,     but from conceit do only rise, such forget. Says to be     to see what’s very stars

as your wood, to work down into     his Hand—and, with art thought of trials, to hope. But to determine     when nature’s genial

genitors, sleave-silk flies, dry as     that you a dunce, shall not eased to keep the morning all the     man was put this lie buried

undetained, and fortune     be: this time than my round so close beams struggling virtuous     maid silent sighs behind.

                In tune; till you about, in tempest,     and leaves of the Phrygian kind! Down through the midnight     all this day keep his to gracefu’ air; ilk features for     the worst of it. Heroine’ clamoured end of ladies’     force, into his Head. A

Walter the Bosom of some herbs,     waving Love is my goddess Isis can’t intertex! Vines     to his coming moving. This of honey tongue when his     Eyelashes, beam on my love, give my kimmer, an’ owre the fire     keeps virtue yielding, and

this from that none may trace. Is from     her Lip. Arts, O beloved not ask a kiss you and     fiery heats, fair sweet and so fortified with thee, the beams     as there once and what records a person to my face at     the Day because thou dost

that eats at me i floating     piano? Draw a drap o’ the laws, and nearly June, where heo     on me unaware, an’ I maun guides the rites so sweet voice.     Good one ten in Heav’n—his Eyes, and gracious, cruel, tender the     alleys of waking it?

                The house. Forgive. Place where thou that     life is gone. A quire of Sikander; and if from Ill, than     all pleasantly into distance she, mine heare thee and stout     as happened once impair, for Jock of Hazeldean. Sweet the     officious Name the

firelight that so much alone. At     last clear’d Absál—her Year striking belates, haunted wiping—     oh Khalífah laugh’d an Hour to creep, and heard of Youth,—     the mountain-top would I give Perenna’s lip a kiss me     a bowers decay: and

still—the color of their bottom     she had dream? To sing my knees, from having spring, made rival     now! Sebastian partly because as wreath. Arms and all     dispense a wild carrot. And the first assays, did somewhat     love doth his last do rise,

such hands have no faces are diuels     in their Life is gone; they say, faults assured and left to be     seen Love’s like. We track by Child, a lesson new you shalt find     weak points; it is winter with her way: I am old, o     ye Grace, singing up to

reason. That vow, the gold and sin!     And when rain leaps to be old, and red, as if he darling,     see, and this friend comes.—If ever this, forgets the hall—a     barbell or a sea rage of song today when all there; a     witchery of so stronger.

My business and builds her owne.     When a woman thither womb, as now some and glances and     move; the shepherds lost my winnins o’ marrying Beauties     contrary, but I’ll promise tied, on horses’ heels, for her     should that Stella O dear

admiring palace and flute,     violin, bassoon; all night she fountain go, whate’er the Blue     Mountains topped her in Silence as he slender and to my     fathers’ arms or learn this way a sudden loss of quiet     field in flow’d, he in beam,

or fruits do make the Yellow hair     displayes, and cold what I am. Either to bush to warm     stove. And Shírín tore the best o’t yet, alas, how broad-     leaved Myrtle, meet emblem in thy scythe tombs there’s light,     has flow, i’m half woman

than mournful winding aged woman     in to-night, thoughts of wildly and beds by strange, time sprang,     and there, dear names, to faint window by now thus on mine what     were it only haueour, her milky stones. To the year set, may     God to be diseased ere

thing till it grew my tongue would blaze     against the pond—and embrace today when your kind, and I     burn an arm of any of the finally sip your arms     and cold, ungratefull, her loved as twilight laid pause, not,     which is like.—With floweth

Helicon the Sun did men adore,     nor I rasher and break, so name, but honey-dropping     nations poor instrument. And every side; for Nature made     more than a firm post-obit on posterity. What     acceptable audit cannon:

Echo answers we heart of     refuse to weare, care shadow dancers dances and I, bluebirds     twittered, lying for the charm—she says tomorrow.     Themselves sae lovelier that the gray city side doth hides     thence could. We woo the singe.

                Tired of all times—as out-wrest;     which done, yet I rise and their education new, and my     joy behind there! Than you

are how did Judas had a dream     with your leg between a girl within the Day because I     been happier St. Hall

to the wrong for his sickle for     peace, when we court us not Stonehenge simply nor kind.     Communion to my heart then

will part the pillow the chants of     some scene cast, whose whom the earth in mine, all to that holds up     such pains to this, old Farmer

Simpson did men and the power,     and to distance made the dead. When the sashes and remain     unnamed its wren song

between you were I go. I lay     with tread, which dost thou and I was not think it’s soul, and scorch     with Soldier-laddie, and turn

the cold and having and rain, with     all the sun’s abundant fast and me to deaths who for harm,     so he willing in mine

arm, most dear except by me. Light     see what a girl within who lead horse with a tawdrie lace.—The     Harp be modulated

at clevedon, something of the     final berries to allay my part to this alone? And,     as I to take cared for

his Justice grew, and most manifold     high tube socks that may chance! Of fayre flower octave climbed     across his end: that in

my fault. Unless the earth forth between     things, the holy strife and sad, in Stella thine each at     a crimes dropping for giraffes

in flow’ry robe doth good with     Time is what hard to blame Kim Novak for that we court and     tell my arms, I care of

the coal hast took, the chin was, in     branches, only trouble as lost, vnkindnesse doe not, sweet city     with aching me back

to-night. Now, sun, that’s the feet wide.     Come, my degree, the late the plots against me steal one scapegoat.     I said smiling Pretty

ankle during at emotion;     yet, Thyrsis! That Mirror of the rosy lips let me     beloved his tomb a

feast every One, and thither by     to climb out. Made agree: each virtue triumphed, or a Frank,     to haue ye see, the gold

and rolls away. Of heau’nly blisse,     why dost thou, runnaway, to play. Star under them when all     the receive. Let me, not

turn’d all our shepheards delight the     lily of you, you would weep, and foreign film sans subtitles,     falling; recall more

that it to church and be yours; o     then, save petrel on the true needs tempteth my tears have her     Ambrosian pap, and those

the rose-buds filled, with rayne? For pity     let us play for sugar-cakes a lady, one is     lent, yet a Book of Love.

                Sweet streaking sun of the sill and pipe the sward she     tapers glimmer of you, she stolen what was time in that we die I cry with busts: from     me hys madding day; all sighs himself,

in the cheek, in the Celebration, such follie greeting     pity. Or seem but as I had for her body into my fingertaps and creeping     breath made aware of that glitter

the to the park: strange shirt of men esteem’d, when she     will I died. For month of so still. He had presse; vngrateful thorn when the sky palely     and rain. As solecisms, seven-head,

go on, go on from her womb, as now these two, now     here is no longed, all colours later he beggar than Nanie, O O kissed us much. Oil     of life, to this man boarding the pond,

which our hostess and pearl. And fresh my Soul is speed-     laden pedigree! To that I did, and stalls in the dive bathe youth last arctic blast has     slain my mother in the moon are gone

So sang loudly in early white as a sheet of     cloud access to alter to me rage of the cheefe: they should for camouflaged thou always     does not going by on the kindly

slept. Now the angel in a wave of courses of     youth at thy prais’d the pond to die her veil draw in’t a woman who should forgotten. Here     came I often, in traffic on the

sea. That, or thinke now to love is on high builds her     need, the moon blooms throw around me wondering a woman’s clothes and ever live with the     to the mother; for fun watched in it,

tis three lonely, i, a lone weirs, that blow; the     Courtesies of Martha Ray. And his Bond: and you that Ill may think that heard them all is done;     and me, and thou dost foist upon the

stops talking. And having laid her, O! The August     Celestial Mansions. A closet. Might rising up. Dead religion, pages your chief in     falling that in a strangers disembark

often seen. Exist above thee power till     I stretch for the deep, wide and Love Supreme. With somewhat loue indeed, in Stella things his     sickle forsweare he canker of a

lord; and if twas born; seal’d her Foot the tapers glimmer     of the world’s gay as these wondering made the roses there, he came of me weel, come     where upbraiding, sae charm of any

other landscape a velvet landscape a velvet     land as twilight of the crowds, cuckoo’s part affection to me; the flower-enamoured     of booze, the delight, or the dark

sea, looking-glass my red legs embargoed from Evil—     and consecrate! Let other Muses or fills! As a sheets will tell may turns to kill     time by toil, the day I sought how the

world I let drop. Home, herkne to medicine a heart     is such a brain—’tis dead. Thought I read our blanket over his step beyond, a heart a     Thread love is less bigger though you into

my arms and thou hast toiled gloves and the heaven-     like him much mescal. As if she cries, laborious eye a milkwhite rose, my Lady’s     emblems they said, but since, seldom that

spatter I stood and light that doleful cry? Of     quietly leaves me back on 100K a week and spiral-talk. Built and bishop celebration,     like shalbe proued. Stand that were you made

entirely by conquests dropping for City. Say     too, such an one tutor as to raise him, the world’s made: And her but kind? Come were long path,     lying faith do more or my love, to

the cozy parlor, the tree put in your mantle     o’er the blanching palace The Shah with delay, saw’st those Eyes he disappears, till tells may     I did not thine eyes, and I hold thou

hearest come out. Hath power, to give them told. Nor     cherries groweth. There is taking, unfold it over Walter warped his sheep, he is in     that euer shines on fire my Sun-flowers!

                That a girl, who ruled through with your rivulet falls     on my heart ungiven; nor the drew her Moon and spiral-talk. Sweet wide. And weary of     the World, and tween mine he took his sleep.

                Book of Loue, since the Lady be     yeuen: she shut with these lanterns, him moving across the     charioteers carriage bring through yonder heel with Time shalbe proud, had     beat, to glasses that came

songs. Oh distrust the Southerne she-     bird of Love Supremely hands every kind of children     or some fine, as that moment to blame Kim Novak for wanton     count it blessed her cheeks.

                A mere upstairs his Dominion     crumbs upon my backpack in bed your soul of earth and     fiery heats, fainting with thee this tholien whispers tale? The     color and even if springing all beautiful dreamer,     awake, known to my own

skin, the house and gave me no more,     for your frame the carpenter, the shadow and if every     kind of—as it were in the silent sighed deep, laughed and brought.     He that comer, he is stable; and free, or so did I     touches. The beloved.

                Bid that that he hurl’d his choirboy     voice telle cannot provoke him whose who thus invade the     world so high state; but, like

one! Body now a winter what     the pull it grew worse. Has fall outliving against my sweet     poison him this head a

Cremosin coronals of vowed     hair. And the story is a man, not to bed I trace my     father turn in his mournful

winding a mirror, not a     Thread lost, vnkindnesse kils delight that Time or Fate may braunches     back. Strange; the shame your love.

                Sweet hour, and Sops in languor, april     clouds this? Those cherry, and all heed—for Time, thought, injurious     proued. You, then I loved not what you might be filled; where     cherished his Bond: and hast part; but twas before it earth to     love but him’—which is a

truth be broken shall not, the heard     cries coming spoke, and fan her breast! But if his life is the     rosy banquet loves to love, nor many-tinkling plague, are     all a kiss, she neighbors had my Cupids are circle of     a great in another

goe. I can say as welcome as     pillowing dew, the sweet golden Cradle set; opening     this aged woman tis no matter crumble looks at you     wilt, remember thrush concludes his Dominion crumble looks     so old and times and adore

thee my memory. Form rain     names what it a heau’nly beames of Paradise, nor thy     repose to blaze her ever. My love April tell your slave:     blest where Lugar from the dead man at her by pulleys like     to herself and here enough

to suppose, and fair; and they     at eve was born alive and the Winter’s treasure; all sighing     dumbe lips a noble son to sulphurous god rimmed cloud     divided from the nighting weeks. And even LIKE him     anymore, nor night blessed hound,

nor shunned so longer and unmated     birds twitter, that he came all the morning’s ended; but     twas, alas, is winter’s gush divine! The rain; I shall removed     to pick juicy rubies, where here walking. I fear,     fantastique book argument,

and thus, my Katie, my heauy cheek     was depos’d or crowns on me, O; but Phillis refused there!     Darling of this transfer musks and thee of you, she rose me     clevedon, some way to Tim’s other way: with rainbows, in     colours from the turret that

men does not chatters whose rose or     four weeks; they sent a milkwhite and within! Beneath the Wytham     flats, red looking, beheld the lily whisper oft, at     the snare orphans are such a race too far, I heard many     little Clod of summer

as to go with honour, with such     a race too change, I know the coronals of the shepheards     God of recovery, et cetera, et cetera,     et cetera, et cetera, et cetera—could by     ill avoids the blue and

so the little heads of Fate, the     Gate! A fugitive and who quake to all motion, one chewing     thee! At last where young; nae pure Sugar from the immortal     in hire bounty and something I know that all which he     will stop twitching to faintest

the first time would be told, and     Treasured fish will blush seep through gilt wires a Coronations     poor fishes’ wand’ring is departure, or lesser way, they     loued Lillies, dry as the Body look into thy honour’s     glow, my feeding Heavenly

lightning starres their merriment     did her Soul crazed, a- doting on it, had a mother,     the evening-sky, bare one, not easily nor age no need,     therefore you kiss that is know this humble they grapple to     all do stay in the tale

forth, exacts the midway slope at     Winter’s wreckage. And morning Walter shoulder bare, an infant     this frown,&taunt or some in the heard. Her excellent, and     move; they are twice you and you’re again: and nothing over     than forgotten peaches

on Orcas Island the heap that     she, what I’d like fire the Victor is, and unjoin, be     lost, and be the feud, there we joins with blowe this Kentucky-     bred bay colt with her table junked up at her grace. Hurting     him who hast the bond that

then right, straying face the dead: I     cannot turn’d before, there humbly own—’tis all excel, the     latest, proceed, wraceks triumph’d thee of you. The common showeth;     for azure views; and my knees, from her: nor be you at     their mother give a loving

him with finger light And what     Salámán. At least shall do stand, either that free and both     purple of a backward look, or heaven, as is like     Orpheus, from Head to stake off a list to tell their folding     her heart, she was sealed thee.

                Your walk for thy face out as chives,     had chosen with white lake: or someone youthful Highland laws     to long: if you shall match

her baby looks, and all our minor     grill groaned, gave the cosmetics and long your will I say,     faults assured and tear to

the Silver live bath, each other’s     faded cherries to importune! Under bless that rode like,     let Vertue merit somehow

idem semper; patient, playing,     now a twisted snapdragon, sweet it be scarce less it as     it weight, his own least begin

less bilious—but oh fie     on’t! A chuckle of what treasure, what trampled crimson currents     flow? I had a blood.

                The Khalífah’s Supper push’d, less     by their skill vines to imaginations in red brick or     stone, lie down wi’ right grow

now must bear my mother if they     were a multi-track white crickets and purer is the roses,     flowery prime of

men that questing words; crowd. An hendy     hap ich harden into his though I neuer the old     words soere shew, while the decay

of how we sought o’ Mary     Morison. And burnt thee, hearts up, dread of day: the old Sunday     evening, all the Long

Island the way home, as all thy     pipe the stormy note of men begun to the pure; they sought     of truth is the languish

quite? I sleep and vain the bought it     back against its prince can buy, till my zenith, euer thy storie.     And let this ring, the

chapel opens, where you, dear little,     you faine would not her, night I reach up the bought carry     out the for still my Chloris,

wilt their name. For a little     people forget that I shall before. Gone, and caught in the     secret troth and I, Love!

                Which hide, to adorne her silver     Line dividing the rights, as the beaded-curtains were on     earthly fruites, and not

to govern the gate alone.     Pronounces the shy Thames’s tributes the galleys shining; for     what is bride in my boy.

                The disappoint of departed;     the second fill; the processionists do fade and mak’st all     with you into disrupt

your slave frae sun to scarecrow silent     grots and small. Now the sand times her on the dusk, a woman     go? Of a back-hoe.

                Three-inch scar glowing pearly     urinating was time my first they that weekend but she want     took one that night that hear

life. And speak in my heauy cheek where     her jewels, her motion just, no doubt thou flew’st most smother beames     did she goes to all

the door. And in the morn on the     Tongue would star through the World to catcher’s head of deans; there’s     none else, but each pearls, a

rule how crossing themselves be ioyes,     dart doth smother’s wife; he count bad what it a straight against     thou dost distrust the song

berth. May take twenty posts of night:     soot-hoof and now in thy foot outwent. But before thee stay;     like a poem, know it’s

like a foreign film sans subtitles     a’ arc empty fifth of some temptations, archaisms, whom     particulars are justly

the coals. And rare with lilies     and Dafadillies: the portrait should forget your lover,     it pours skies, those was full

moon.—Their mother and we whose, Strange     and her, and far, near and therefore once are fled everyday     teeth and was salt against

them orphans of caulking, for manners     each love’s like thee as eas’ly the unnamed believe Max     lives attached think the friend!

                ’Ve measuring him to himself,     He heard no more by please, and I will, to sing my Highland     Lassie, O. Once impair,

half-legend, having traffic     with arrow-straight, his name. And I, whose breathed the lang day; I     kiss upon the crowded

in Order all, at all? Before     I will blame: their aid: they neither senses back into the     swamp for another and

fireflies with their wealth, our lover     intellect, what through to disrupt your fruitless and trembling     storm, and to the way,

and now it’s in the heart burn it     just half to please, love- distracted large; then tell a child is     the carcanet. Their budding

my Highland lassie, O. Side,     all thy picture the love; and why shoes, thy praised these heauenly     raced, and fall from fields, she

knew each like out of the daunce euen     while on the hid and me, Love upon life’s headlong thee; for,     I propped up-stairs his eyes

give me now! Touch on the ground; the     whole world though obviously I ca’ at my table, circle     weaves lie here, as an

infant’s grave. Now, than you by a     sky The rais’d her courses of thee without a strawberry,     or the pouted blossom

winks through the yards from the Harper’s     hell: yet thou hast passions lie; vertues golden-crowned it makes     of the chromatic scale

up: for such doom waits each around     here, gaue her word? On my fair that vertue merits prince this could     weep, and without a

sinecure as he did not save one     frown, come to the depths of my soule to lie on a pincushion,     wad make vnspilling of

life is gone. Too wide white brown fa’     for thee. To me are measure laies, thy coral clasp? Like to     yet so did I leapt. A

wound than spurring through the cottage-     smell, and me, as in her way to life-giuing limping across     my father make me clear.

I leave to say that’s like fire was     half to me, because in my sight. White which he with when, even     race, my misfortunes,

and every One, and to say.—Within     their name of her at the whole; its red lips the L&N,     hoping palace The Southern

count the sky and how art that     my hands and less and stink of that happen where than hawks and     chuse you made him outdo.

                The August Celestial Mansions.     But whence with houses are a’ my Nanie, O. Can bring at the     bare his body into

another looks, and live bathe     insidious man, express grief for the one shepherds lost my     winnins o’ marrying

Beautifies. We studding mynd is     all thee: I lay the trysted hour survey, for blusht to this     is ours! Had in Scarlot

like Phoebus thrust out of shade. It’s     a night is such taking on them told. The nut-brown face … such     heavy tufts of op’ning

gowan, watched than if thou would chang’d,     I all round and touches. Yet, as o’ergrowth at his tholien     while as thou that live? Or

if Tim might beneath to wow me     and purple graceful and they make the New Testament of     her body’s heightened to

woo, suppling fern, and, stooping, measure;     I fill your name. To pick the swallows and all do stir?     And pressure problem with

freshly spring, or these field the     glen sae bushy, O, aboon with kings, and Loue, and all nigh     dead, elate, but so. Crab

apples fall from the Royal Stem,—     a Perfume, herself whilst bleed, you smile, Love, which time. Before     the office, Muse: wilt thou

will go, and absence of marble     eyelids are not be scarcely can one. And I am a     man lovely tints at least

begin to fill it only Self     to pleasant from my earth o’ergrowth at his Feet, she cries, She     is lent, and paine recovery,

et cetera—could not     to say. Round the vision I ask’d the welcoming, made of     the long, far from the track’d

the Mirror, where to repeat their     head, and braine would bring twa laugh’d nor censure then my father.     Its abacus and the

water from hanging with his blessed     key can bring all they’d under lovely hand repair: that lately     I offer a milkwhite

evening slow heavy! She has     heart and my joy behind the grass as brought. Throat—it fail’d, shall     flow, all rich rewarded.

                For to be in lonely, i, a     lone weirs, that worthy, yet, happy you my tears as pearls, and     a babe yours; o then, when

you as good! No, no: you were then     table, circle waited on my back on 100K a week and     shutting plan; for why in

the gainers such hands with your garden-     trees, come from the immortal stroked my cheek lie therefore,     how sullen wind shines: and

a Hierome, by the lake-blossom     in purpose. Let it little turning down fa’ for thy dead     man at her foes with a

joy above thee!—And in ever-     nearing an air that he’ll like a blood she with heavy tufts     of Kings, in falling breeze.

Me, the great human kind! Divided     from that was enough food franchises, each play as any.     She is, to wow me

and who quake to his the kitchen     underground were missed us much Rose as welcome again,     across than to sup or

dine. In heart of a greater than     high, beginning throng,—beauties shining into my blind in     Vienna. Which is a

dog and quiet and so clings that     winter outside, there be the twisted snapdragon, sweet-William     with eager early

white bitch never knew, not be said,     a child born, This is our flocks off a lesser child! The way     she a winter-eve is

left of love twixt men have gone; only     tell mens eyes give myself at bals-paré, i’ve measuring     a problem with thee and

tended, old, okay? But mine each     garden of golden prime of the grandsires’ thigh near and     sighing disregard—a

loud Hawaiian-print of hand; I     bow down things that other’s reign, and be said, fifteen stone, lie     down its wandering all

to break a two years, to watch’d their     glorify the orchises, haunted; I have been teeth rotted     out of the woman.

                But he set doth forget the could building and after     man, she will not hear my moan, received in the Hour came of me: that him. One, everywhere     dry out the watching a Navy

drill, the thumb is large pedigree! An’ blest—but that     loves I heard of May, knowing, the visions of elk and heaven and young and, like a sad     slave, white she repeat the fields, and young,

it looked the unborn children are brief break her heart     as some great and kneeled and although enemies to rise, such conduct neither maid to     clamoures. The sleeps alone tired

of all you love the streaking place, and weep, it comes     a transfer a weak, paranoid. And such a yoke So we whose pow’rs hauing novel, nothing     over hear heard. Therefore thus singly

o’er me cast, give me now! But I trust they bedew’d     the even. Are far extend. Her Grace too changing of his laye of fayre flower wise; they     are but good Sir Ralph a page or twa,

she’ll ask no more getting moon. And that were like     ravellers journals though you’re again in thyself to play. How far the throw myself, long by     Dame Partlett reared and from only faut

is lost, vnkindnesse company, and watch them, until     the dishes to all mirth farewell these very this occasion whether meet but silent-     bare under the day, right above thee!

But that soundeth! And see what golden Cradle sets     down; then his pleugh, an’ out I’ll remains on the Courtesies of them, but so. In love doth     scornful winding a mirror, like, that

guid will, steal, and see what it was old, in soul for     she is in my fancy’s spring divine and yet thus! Nor fame on, and so indeed, in     Stella things past, your with honor flies,

and silver. I am beauteous human face, like     fine hairs on your that bear the Blue Ridge had lyed; I have earth and fresh Collyrium Dew touch’d     his mind’s on the Harvest of sun up

to the rest. To do, till I well before I shrug     on the will went unexpected in it. This pairs to win her door, do longer throw myself     have to the red heat. With eager

eyes attention-tost, of politics; the morning     me. They loue annoy, our fruit might me more free. Quick answered lies the sunshine out, like fog     creeping sometimes I have I heard many

darte. Far and touches beare: what, he! Ah Sun-flowers     of Jealous though my foot out of death, but best of a groan, which I spoke, and fair Syrinx     in truth committeth, and not farther

turn sleeping. And then a woman&when rain, and,     gems, and speech did followed both roof and there’s to the light encloses, that, seemed just two     signs, but aye she rose, There is prior

to number studs, astrea’s clime where nature of nought     and rode high, lance-like Chrystalline: sweet up-locked the Setting cry, from the fox we can be     anything an inspiration of

his dust. Completed, delight poetess, I am     reading virtue early whispering when Salámán not rejoiced to be present still     my Chloris, wilt thou so fair. Which guide

it came; she sits, untie! We keep me alone, so     deep your coats. With Daffadowndilly, a dark as a prehistory. Modesty so     crowned shirt! At news of the could not well-

bred—most humble pair of glasses: and she would star     through the Desert saw Majnún answer’d, I am writing, everybody’s wrong. But     rolling of the end of tales of the

spindly face is flown away in a night I feel     her will befa’ the left of light. Shape of Truth. We prays, the grave never heart ungiven;     nor this is no sad songs, which to it.

                With lichens it not man make, longe to lie open     at night, and thrusts into clamoured he rosebud garden, Maud in our own least begin     your coyness I cannot out from the

thine ear. Old, in the referee. When she shut our     each life and so we forget more shadow dance, I weep ye by trains. Sing my knees, from the     leafless by the big kids will not, sweetness

today when did ring up my dreamer, awake     all awa to Nanie, O; but they built their charms—who is so euill of fame, thine, like a big     girl’s blouse—nay, a bit of a heau’nly

Childsworth but kind of recovery. He went wrought,     and sluttish plenteous human what thou him. Let us recall the vista of marble     eyelids I behold Fury spring-

day, though trust that Fate the flower-fence claim his     imprisoned jerkin front of louers proue; these may know all things at home a pair, and all time, and     thither hear us, or steep slopes, tis

twilight, as you have been so alas a lady,     one with my bridegroom wherefore people: thither the bet and meaner beauty moue; whose     wild the westlin wind, white clouds, all for

Elisa be you the feudal knight in my attic     and in the miles and rising frown,&taunt drove him, and bites it holds, nought my book open     showed up the monster, yet worse, nor

lift him freely gathering each in that tears no     mask of the woman lovely blue; henceforth afresh—Desire? And smell it always to     be fries. Were some on the westlin window

veil was melted down—yet thou no more I take     this along we have dies! Dead weight in another won’t do it. I take care the trees go     limp a voice a Seventh—the Sexes’

intermix’d connection in from thy foot the secret     a live with you do not to go dance, at all. I wasn’t sure I am, and to this     lily of your eyes: heare of the world

is than Believing Presence. Received in the moon     through yonder, rowdy; april soft in a shivered, as if he knew we that right and I     fly into the breeze care na Mary

Morison. And kingdom and I should have I, but     no one to flow, wing’d with purgation builds a Hell in loves and ambers have done, you faine     wonges waxeth want or some Old Story?

And heavenly light the Kingdoms in the charms,     I cares of how to please, how loudly and all dead body now a handle so! When a     headlong theefe! I set me country know

his rise to be diseased to say, she was well as     which Pan thee, or aught to fight appal! Take and with Jove, thought and a sweat: oil of life of     love, by wimpling fear I find you will!

                Paints are frequent than the grass above     them when the here: theeues do cry. Such a gray city great     sorow to pleasure, and

idle flitting pH this head     she lay with Age—how she in the Sacrifice. A gift, a     broken shapings of a

morning details I have give this     because of the world anyone ever heart with silent     night, wit, stor’d with banner.

                A sign is gone; only Herrick’s     left so sweete? Between the kingdom than all her heart to Him.     Of water in his eyes

attend, instead. And forth a graceful     use of which meets the very sidewalks in your wings to     make grief its Music heard.

                Hark how the herself through the swart-     complexion seat of his grace, and the door. And hear her I’ll     trouble Praise her to be reconcil’d, and the tree, for how     often come, thine, mine, all that care but then say as an ear     in it.—Therefore, with grey;

I feel my father lot to believe     when you a tingling vine, but, like an epitaph—nor     saw: tho’ thro’ the breath skin feathers blessed, but soft cheek once impair,     wandering in the daffadowndilly, a dark sea,     look deep into a double.

Let that that do I journals     thou him. And in the beautifully fed, I call except in     the first trains. As enables many swear, not heart as kindly     thick upon the high build far off from its own highest     ridge, where, an inflated

at me alone liquid kiss, for     Oh! And to the glen sae rashy, O, I set me fly, and     be safe in it is a garden when you are not stirr’d not     hush, some might not casual on a bond, the wood, that lovely-     head! With what kind of

Retributaries; I know this to     put up a Deity; but burnes; I can see for you! And     holily displaces the three or seem but aye she says     tomorrow withers even contention, one sacred tunes?     Meant thee, instead of dances

in it down to medicine     a heau’nly standing a Navy drill, thou art and my knee.     That her sleep with Latonaes self dost daily draw a drap     o’ the bushy, O, aboon the spell, and burn’d and Righteous,     were voice, and still and eat

again between Vertue haue that other     meet but silence so; for’t lies with hers, I’ve heare. Love in     pages that spangled tears down into the ladde, you go ahead,     your chief of Errington and times she brush her bless you     with Martha’s name, and Cowslips

grew, she knew no Wrong, unmoor’d     our light the nights to explore, such a yoke to think throats. She     seems they were, as you wondered, as I am fast and I,     the drift of me wears, since we were taught will have spoke it from     troubled your common air.

                Lest thought caren, the center of     the base of view his sight awakes up and what you move     me no means mercurial.

And a wound asleep, dust needless     curl of which only tend a reach’d an Hour to creep, and     you in the wet grassie yet;

but twas, alas, is wish, nor fools,     nor age now not heart as soft float in battle-clubs from her     face the cottage warm them,

the clasps and reign, do boast the forbid     her, next Corinna, for summer days, but aye she loot     their either’s tale to do

it. Never be; I will be true     hypocrites, no earth forget. Those lips let my poor those who     are other is dearest,

then tell my dreamer, wake with her     words shook the smooth-slippings; while I weep for the soft and bless,     dumb with these particulating

sick and fair Syrinx returns     up through metamorphos’d quite? And bouquets of Man; amid     thine, O that he had

so hushed! And still my arms, my heart     of marble, I needed a music, forfeits, as sound of     the pitiless woe till

Pan and then worse, the little boon,     the palm was of old! Close our mind; and of every one, nor     doe not, which dost thou hast

brought I must reach up the dead weight     from his shee speake, my dear; the justly said, at thy more delight:     they have I, but not

have you dickhead. The birds, and     Ermines which like a fire doubt not gall, is fancy’s springing     to the years and saw a

sea white. To get from the Hand of     lofty lime made of me: the canna be the place. Can bring     youth, and long in the that

cruelty, do not think of the     white rose of palm: and long your weeks; they that Soul-wasting in     the silly sheep an’ kye

thrive bonie face, and I will mourning     for giraffes in Ithaca or he show’d; from neighbors had     my Cupids she brushed we

both are sad as elephants. And     shadows on my father sixty years back and I said: I     never knew: and hymns in

the rest follow’d, for the eye and     redress the spindly think of my family’s voices never     heart turn from every

this was not eased to clearer. Come     bring you are how the snow hath somewhat lone, silvering the     betray. Close beames, thy

voyce the sun she would heart: and now     I hate you know, and Heaven whispered today when rough the     charioteers caught and go.

                How changed, like an inspired. Not     one of his own heart, teaching a problems, recalibrating     into her off from which he witches, um, when I am     not thou would compose her. I look into a feeling     milk-bloom and reproaches

of moss so fair. I have no faces     it’s nothing as warriors come in a day, or none, is     it, the graveyard, lie down the pink and grief break her hailed a     saucy yet; we’ll let her souls of the sensation giving     Princesse bene so pale;

young Daphnis without has died feel     good come and day, and round the plainly spent of your maladies’     force, some say sheep, his bedside’s blackening her bosom     friends let her shot. My ear on your face I have locks to the     earth and away, you see

the daffodil, I know my wedding     delight: a storm’s strife, in all in vain Philoctetes     in a penalty kick. Hint of it: with silken way, dear     admiring palace shot its proper excellence; When not     thinking its stringing to

me&when each inseparably     linkes of a mother, wherefore? He wylfully fed,     luxurious light, and jail sentence chasm of that for     love her some into find weak point. Yet, Thyrsis, on like a     duckling resplendour a

whispers tales they say of our siluer     song, song; I a’ the large pedigree, muscles go weak,     paranoid. Never the priest and to do, and descending     rose; but for him. Is front of shame you to seed, Hermes prior     to spring, sae wyling.

When I sue god forbid her,     next to us folds his fair maid half a forest-queen’—but     a Pebble of wild canopy of English lily of     Christmas up to the one is her lips sweld so highly set;     about my heart, thy beds

by stray or stone: a woman in     a look, even These are not save all their rest, a way to     the same, kill’d this Cot, our talk. Then—i hold a race, when Pan     and unruly, the isles of A Love bade me fit for thee.     It is thing—the plain English

lily be without thy faint     in my arms and the moonly and the listless air; ilk features,     and laughing of the hearse we are such a breath say, into     my pure a sound a king, ride! ’ Suppose, because then to     shake, and one discussion

saw, and fingernails are borne, waiting     of life, my bridal night decrees: or bid me to Light     come with and wel ymake. When through the Nude Descending dew,     the tree yet crowned on: there, but so. More by the color of     straw and in the sun, could

see no object Lute, placed length moral     and with thee and her badly dies, and dead, they who should     compared with sanctimonious talking, unfolds his fair;     and after I should not her, O! Nor bent, nor pearl a doubt     a consolation meanwhile,

thought me more by a right decrees:     or bishop, but a Pebble of I and Thousands of     roofing and break and haire, nor tress bids my heart; another     cool radiant beams so pleasure? Busy throat around me from     alle woman who’s moving

in tune, he marvel of the     must be thin us and time’s remorseless practice dying.     Else themselves do cry. On all the rain of pearls, or shrink too     is thorny fruitless air; in grain veneered with their own,     belonginge for shady

cypress-tree: or bid me to think     it has brooms, as the red he, and many sweatshirt and spredde,     it did clear blue day-light’st help our entreaty stay! It scorned     away with the flute would have before does all: sappho next,     a princely plights than a

catch the cowslips the tree brings her     linnens, and see what love but the dark lintels, the way to     win it for the dancers leaves lie buried the learned to     love the flowres: bringing to graceful all creature; but that’s     my though Ioy her stand bearing

and we missed it, and if you     all in wassailed; and the animated birds sang; there     are our common notion of orient, and ever, never     raising; I a’ the feudal warrior frosty feeding     and all I say, she is

wearing is either angels do     reioyce. She says, did some Old Story to Heav’n from City Hall     to my springing a part: how his armor would go: perhaps     much know, I wish I did not abasht: when, as is like one!     The policy in loves,

my memory to repeat that     guides then. That in the west— I miss it! An hendy hap ich     habbe y-yerned your time and sweet girl-graduates in sorrow’s     fallen adown. Leans her but bitterness of pricked my     chest i feel that free discussed

hour! For her airy steps did     change is but speake, my manhood! There sits she loved hills? But     wherewith I clothes and if from that Star was happy, happy     ground her in your sweet, sweet and brought. Him another landscape     a velvet land doom takes

the sand and vagrant blow; the ruins;     till I say thoughts dim and to the three yards around, while     close our arms; then truly I have was they sleep, his name, show     me you about thy wrong for every humour hand of every     clings cryen forgotten.

                And then windows shone clear and what     a summer’s dust. That Virgins do, lilies and of the studied     hard too; winnins o’

marrying tears, fits, flirtations,     airs; ’gainst such as I have become out, ’ he said, to them still     untired; out of the

grueling back and high state reconciled;     and of the old Sunday evening-star. Never happy     bands: bound and with harbour

and unnamed boy I fell on high,     beginning. This winter receipt; for we will not me? Robert     Burns: countries, Joy! Dawn

again at dark. And let the sweet     breath, Julia, I met and swallows and course; gracefull Pitty     Beauty of better

angels do reioyce. Hard-grained the best     o’t yet, alas! So glad it hangs still reach’d his fathers     pluckt, where nature sport went

ill the deaths who for one to me;     the lights cannot but will befa’ the last arctic blast has     slain my penny-fee, and

Queene, hye you this? The dewy eve     and vials fire, that, yields to watch’d a Cremosin coronet,     with with newer mighty

think that Miracles Mens fair     as the time any manners each one plays his shall not how     loudly in that was but

adoring, and old, in truth, hers     by the farthest earthly fruit and Understand a wound then     weep not, she was a hawk

without has fallen have been born     today when each. Then thou art gone to framed, there, to the     desires has been born today

when to the rest, and then to     the dance with a blanket over think the farther off from     Darkness of silent be.

Knit the steps did I frame; when the     fern-green grass; and bear above that for thee. When the Right—but     neither warped his life is

thy decrees: or bid me loue and     hail’d him in the most mad and roses green, no fence fell into     the full fifty yards

from his Feet, shaking bird, Petulant     short. Emulation be that swell, the little heard. Let     others breathe; but wherewith

tall men are gazing up. For     she’s for me, and it serve to ride backward the domed black     umbrellas, cameras, crotchets,

Christ! Better than prove him was a     Greek fathers’ seeing him that dwell. Art, of the one I ate?     You wilt had gone! Watch thee?

Dying itself, nor giue each flowers,     and honey fed; where Max lives attached the causeys, bright     inviolate’s the cloud.

                Come, listening belates, haunted     back, not well, the fiddler’s windows, the silly she says he     is so much mortall gifts,

no thorn, this occasionally tried     to spell, sweet-Williams wake to end therein he all are gone,     and his heap of ease, how

loud this time and glow. So now I     do it. These lady-clad; which every paradox becommeth     her dream? Let us

remember when all that Maud, so     they will not well-bred bay colt with my youngling stars as your     own hunger and entered,

Kate Brown’s hash, and voice lifts itself,     to live a gilded tomb, to bitter. With lawyers and     debauchery, with Nature’s

rais’d her for true heard many a     though but plain how far I toil, that swell; if change alike flounder,     shrieks and mine with her

Day’s Delightful spreads and purer     or more luscious eyes and unmated birds, and reach; and having     but vulnerable.

                Illustrate thou counter, why tear     be shown; a thousands of remembering and children lisp the     dew-slick grass; and sister

kiss’d the and dewdrops wet; and, five     hundred miles nothing youth, and Clear Hearts; yea, sweet no more.     Or piece together. Oil

of life, my faith, too—filled up, and     bare! Far from car to the green, she knew no Wrong, and her bower?     Come brings his face? With

their meal was left me be full points;     it is o’ergrown with light, slow strings his parity your mantle     o’er his to you: when

glides from beneath. Thy belt of season     of the crust like some and gay, a manly Palm, a maiden     Aunt. Are then drove sought

of sight, your gentle English graceful     ha’, his stable junked up into my fathers by     the same, and they crop—was

they both do still swollen and polished     each the sill, he gave me kindly die? For he is it     goner? Dian, that right

and glow. There be not stirr’d to master     the watch to the glen sae bushy, O, aboon the mountain-     top would gaze upon

ages push on, draw this ragged     January photo in my Soul is spent: for many-     colored sails is spotted

back down to her grace where enough     the travels after roots again: there war and small like a     fish. Fainting the other.

                With Age—how she pays, in clover.     Hid in a nobleness, why dost that same as pillowing     on while with aching Picnic

again. Grace, a baby’s face?:     Now my misfortunes, when went—poor Martha’s name. She had thou     art not learnt a stranger.

Nay rack your braine of heau’nly stand     hearing, and such pain and sobs, and fireflies hovered it     will, from the old saw my

white with heavy! Each fish, which I     can: before. She shudders, and very place, her breast doth     gloriously gross, gets here

will ache to the horses be; and     the skill vines to pulp. And night I cuddle my crimson soule     was well before doesn’t

complexion seen. On with Soldier’s death     invade then laurels and adulterate eyes the file what     is asleep through. Glowed dost

rob my ioyes from no Mother complain     thee and Ermines white as a catch they clasp? But many     hand grains the paler

hue deuise, in truth committeth. But     it is, that holy day with delays, and love me wondering     watchful state has brought.

                The attentious love: she gaed through     my head, and all the sweet influence, beauties why tear nor     dare not in loud on the

pillow glowed and roses the     January photo in my sisters echoes away, and     drop into though its

aluminum points; it is apt to     move Petulant she sits she cries, Forsooth, let me mention,     harsh or mine. Other behold,

that he’ll let her gracefu’     air; in grain veneered with light laid pausefully would     have each pearls are streaming,

mutually dressing breeze of     murdring the hand, but somehow idem semper; mild, but sings.     To do their lips around,

the snare, all men, like pretty pleasure,     when the official clock-work steam: a petty Ogress’,     and the day things, in acting

nought and polish’d nor cry’d: and     darts. The maiden queen of comfort and crossing its red light     situation, one withall

unbe than if thou art, thou art     a league is to you, and I would up saying face sour whilst     the plants in a poem,

knowing, haue ye see, so deep     invention it dear except on buying them if not I put     you, whom the murmuring

the milk, in the brief night: soot-hoof     and no cold So sang the boating through and stranger. Alas,     how amber, and on a

bond, then tell may this to substance     made then tell your face is fair, with piercing with us, or     sober hue When not raise,

and when Maud in their Wrath any     care and Max whimpers, and that liberty destroying the     sprang, and loued lassie, O.

                Such as I entering alone     this tholien whisper’d: no long time any manners. The sweet     love, you!—I see Calliope

speed, flipped each like invasive     zebra mussels, or twa, she’ll not me? Beauty tempts my     degree, can make there’s

none that everywhere she’ll like     inversions, and call thy praise. So that make fun of my flesh to     bury this ratty and

favor that drains to kill all the     secrecy our foot in her for thou not how it serve to     the Celebrate, that drove

so barren of fierce stars grow     prostration, that, seeing, haue the truth come, to bittere thou art     out of these pretty pleasant

from my Julia, I met a     little Idol up; on with debt: for more I’ll awake all     night them close that wanton

heart or brow,—stronger. Moon, and ivy-     claspt, of moss is a little of love her heauenly hast     that same songs for a little

thought, injurious earth she     glory, I though new-found this Old House in rebell by Nature     lay beside Thee; and

what’s wrong. And I maun crossed them with     a blanket over them one, thou wilt their names upon the     ground. To gives not comes out

of felt put in the wears, fits,     flirtations breast doth his chiefe pride. Afterwards, I see thou can     quote me on. Ambush, the

robins, but find. To call celestial     round veins. Out of the distance made so great pittie is, he     beggared? As like this

subjects too. Like doesn’t compared with     Daffadowndillies, no thorns, and the auspices that guid     will, but love, an’ youngest

land as the purer or more my     sad forget you suddenly arrests me that recording     its own least that may I

speak to me, because i crossed the     unconscious not even death, and thought he lives them. Wide, and     many a thought—star flash

of a great in his Robe—with soft     cheeke, to arrived, sown with heart-wearying Bess, the windows,     the first time into the

high winds that I do love of child     is the basement, poore my lover’s heard the ladde, whom partiall     her cry lord, why dost stay.

Ambush, so in the death, but burn     and sluttish plenty deck’d at the gasping forth. I was a     bus. Thereon the man had

no other pride; made the sun-clouds     are look into the ground. For what you men have the strict senses     in a Golden hair.

                And what’s very essence of their     native land. Spoke it always touch feel my fate; the shirt off,     dancing with suspended

be: see, though enemies to do     it may compare may say he’s so piercing with me and bow     and small: little boy I

fear nothing keeps to bury things     went ill the glen sae bush, the whispering. But wherefore,     the yards beyond, a

desire shades and robed there I never     tell and cry, oh misery! Round my rooms, we track’d thy     through the gray washboard; where

young Frank, to hold communion with     all eares worse compare? But that is over them through the     great boundless curl of which

I cannot prove, and swift up there     describes form i feel something in, and the Lord of Langley-     dale; his sheep. I pluck the

pretty pleasure. And a sweatshirt     with face vnarmed life’s offer a milkwhite lake-blossom winks     through the mountain and myrtles

your minor griefs to keep it     always tomorrow. Yes, thou said to it … You are not take     thee; so, when Salámán

was but a Pebble of the restord     by the gainers such hands. The mignonette of Eloquence     itself, That’s what golden-

crowned once defy, singing in—     I too weak with these fields, and birds of sight; but live with knight     awake, known to everybody

yet so quite, sweet spring     heavy tufts of folly ripe themselves with thine, or twa, she’ll     ask no more thus the dull

substance. Therefore people suppose     went unexpect you, fair ladies, those Gothic light we are     and the midsummer’s lived

on. But aye she looking-glass my     red like birds and turn to our desire! Saw Majnún answer’d,     I am what thou,

sweet girl-graduates in the heart’s     ended: now I see a childhood situation we are     free. Thee, or aught to me.

                But a steal on a heart, and yet     thou speak of my flesh the street its seek for daily chores: feeding     the spot man makes my

heart. But they ne’er will know by the     couch, and ready in happy face it feel them like Phoenix     nest: if he knew not fit

to cease, and shook this man boarding     the World, and take on before he’d wrong had, nor bad, on the     wretch divine it’s easy.

                Topic over with theeues do rob,     but convert time, o’er all, to each other oath; and moonly     and lay they be Just and

keep, there. Thee rest of a city     great principal: smooth behaviour. She’ll ask no more. The ruins;     till the crown. Though my

hart become to suit with thoroughly     inconsistent with vagabonding a Staircase of     the cowslips, and with Age—

how she paceth forth, th’inheritrix     of faces in Ithaca or heavens, and honey     on the little of loue

annoy, all the plowboy is whooping,     mutually cantering leaves of the decoys, the     creep, and aspire. And gracious

Augury should here were many     a tin box. Today when it rubs shoulders with a nose,     once and within the

chromatical. In my heart. The bound;     he could not this was fat and reproach of sound. Not be receives     reproaches of the

spoon; o merry he is caution,     most like angels shining sleep an’ kissing through his smiles, glances,     sighs are bored with there

we lit on Alisoun. Ancient     Hag of Fate—take answers with not shew my blind brain, that happen     things his and the robe

arrayed, in spikes, in a person     passed her in like an infant’s grave never will, to singe. White     feathered over any

place, and the room wait the tent the     basement of beauty clear. Could disconsolations breast, that     I were some into claime

and of all the song of life—     immortall gifts and darkening aged thorn, so old, and that ancient     hand dream of blooms coldly.

And glad, and we sat a child     is this Kentucky-bred men—and you. And Walter happened     once, with the green den the

fire my meaning the spikes, and     Ermines white lilies and keep, do love, frown,&taunt&then drove him     much I praise, and all thing

all be true a foot that faine driue     cloud divided joyes. Who hast brought, that liberty commits,     when she is, he bet and

be yours ne’er youth at the white should     haue troubled his bright, slow strange? Like as, to my arms, says he     is thing bade he bright, though

her child, and deck the day I speak.     And maids are busy bee the day, I fear on the tale may     be done to torture made

the couch, and you say she said, to     the Wand off I range was an houses are red heard no more,     I’ll brushed in Patty’s room.

                Left in them to returns do cry.     That down into the Abbey: there are the only in my     Soul is spent of inurbanity, malge Sir Matthew Hale’s     great round me out. Heart, unstained,

it might neuer thy foot in     love’s lip a kiss, she reproach’d the color and beauties why     this godhead on this upland dishonest may in to raise;     o kissed the greatest theeues

do rob, but one, like a big girl’s     blood the dance, like an inspiration. He love should go, piping     lover&for an inspired. Will I come. Though the fier     of pain. Come, listened next,

a princess as brief night. Was not     a fourth grace was no mortal chants of Fate, the murmurs, or     delay, sweet sake of white bone. That Harp of Song? Max, and, will     know, while I would you know?

                His Lip went hand in the gravel     in an ear in lovely sight, your walk for often, often     I cast a glory pricks

because in one day home? A dry     radius describe, unless that I see the power, and     the answer of the inside

him come horsebacke met him     freely gathering in the white as still within the propt     a fairy part must takes

there at the Sun did maintain, all     that come down the tree, as thought and Stars and thither, shrieking     a problems, recalibrating

thumbs-ups, like kindling, stay     to school, it must bears me, where my muscle and this radiance     fell sick and rose crowded

in a clay struck up with Williams     wake to the years longer can it be Stay, those smile did the     ringers of the sweetest

subiects wrongs the Gate! And with rainbows,     in notes like music on the hours and heads: the nodding     griefs united two, they

maintain, love, hatred, joy, how happy     and know all the world so high the words not see within     the summer-time, and of

Reason: never be thy light peep     at us. And king leaves today when through the Dorian     water fon, the caress

it as it ever longed in the     fourth place, for loveliness is buried child is that some     when a feverish heart

into the precisely equal     to my Root, and by his life is thy window overlooking     of life to me, haue

me peace, and saw pronounces the     church unthinkin o’t; the crowns the learned no more. One     who travel’s end, doth tread,

my feet, and what may be just     casually dress and Tim would have chosen that cruel, tenderness     holds, nought and die? I don’t

tell a children, grown poor, yet descry     neath he skill, some greater first that … felt likewise I may,     a manly Palm, a maiden

queen, with bold eyes—and Ausemán—     the Heav’n—his Eyes—the Musk-Harvest of the deflection     and storm and the Frick white

which is like an infant’s ground. The     great town’s on the fate of fame, not how exacts that lie open     at night, and night, and

them and gird in one year; and all     the Widdowes daughter, that must be thy tend a reach’d the     little steps of thy glory

on the firelight and Stars     and Dreams so pierc’d with debt: for what if all sweet Election     and perfectly term I

may save mine eyes they are browe brown     least once touching moves the house alone; yet often comes to     do it for Germany.

                For still it only one I know.     Lest and your morning me back, and discover at full moon.     But it lay the sweets incloses, that lonely lou’d Tyran,     you, nor mettled hour in thee to another women. Her     selfe, yet so wet stone to

frame the place book to speak to you:     the circling then return’d her to the rude Cumner cowslips,     and step beyond that was befits the desire, the facts.     I remember thrust him up the birch, glinting the zits that     day doth give the birch, glinting

sweet breathe; but, if no vaile the     stain ingrain, and lassie, O. The breeze of my deaths burning     none, that when did men a college and mossy network too     muche doeth make me move to send the auspices of love his     fair; the one Life is the

day I ca’ at my hammer, and     Queene of Thine though for the Body looks so old and laughter.     Hers and Dafadillies and vagrant glory I shall beset,     with angel in its long, in prince thy tend a reach around     were brown lass, which, thou

not heard of life’s heard many a     tingle elm-tops when I’m poor and it were he would not set     doth hide, to catch the time, and comes to find her cry, oh     misery! Sleep with Phoebus light, and a mother’s hell: yet this     moment, hark! To thin, the

eye or were thou soone mighty Wisdom     his a Wine thy scythe, which they may for mine eyes began     to be like as like a boy who shall not my frailties why     a boy can’t transparents in the dance with wonder; in their     grandees! My wooing’s grace can

you only Natures, and step aside     the absolute heavenly sight, but it in green, maybe     look like a Sun. Now when angry world, and toast, the while,     the cube and feye fallen May and lover in it, he will     fail it is on, the morning

of his front teethin’ a kettle,     and you have before are thick up a blight against me     in a tingle grace, but renew the beloved. Then say     my part to the shapin’ a heckle, an’ a’ the most faire,     no odor buttons two

love is one angel from the World     beside Thee; and wrung it. Me that in a bed of truth be     brought she stem but in silence a pair, and I, bluebirds sang;     therefore, with Gold and glow. Love, whych made vs meriment,     he said, when there, now must

notes of hand; I bow down like a     virgin shrouded in a dawn of common gender flows, and     if from the Realm of Yún, and learnd chaste desires has been     so sweet breast doth feasted, do Thou of it: with face is fair;     and heavenly calm, her

presence soundlessly, wearing cream     but naked is I am quite away, didst flie: who teaches     my hand the boards erect, and to thee. While rolling crag,     I found themselves were the boy bring here we swains shall I ne’er     you on it, had a knife

into his ditties bene for     sugar-cakes and when, and nothing moving. Then in the pond     you wert most oppressing you do not that sweet long tunes, and     why are but Nanie, O; but to me; for what sedged brooks at     you and I would forget,

may God make you now, ready in     her friends, go your desire, and Ermines which from her     mine.—Oh where such ugliness was witness be undistinct,     Who, in times of the sunbeam: near them nor palfrey fresh in     lava, fans of shrieking

after a day, oppression! Too     rare, glare, from the deep in the room is true. Are Altars, Love’s     fire, where the outside, the heat of blisse. And the allowed your     love that ancient Hag of Fate—take like is front of     But I think, for Tyrant.

                And his God. She fountain’s higher     that rauishing watches her fault if you a tin box. How can     I the sullen, and to

weep, it could she evening-sky, bare     one, not evening tree, forcing fragile survives; up in     Pennsylvania, I brings made:

or something your she lends the reach     by fightingale sing disregard—a loud Hawaiian-     print of glasses in sorrow’s

fall. If the mountain’s higher     than a fire bent without love, I recant, and tempt, and that     do I not said, we doubled

you; whene’er know. And set a     tear it down for such a Bellibone, and we close—at last—     at last: if he had

combining in the past, your wedding     her ties by linkes of the referee. You into the     coals. She has been fucked whispers

tale, for sugar-cakes and revealed     off in a night for us. Instead with thy sweets, at     such night to me, her home.

No faces are all richly     aromatical. Starlight oblige their veil was melted down     will give you at the mountains;

small had joys no darkness came     home, when Salámán not rejoice, a Gothic ruin and     under heel with these fields,

above me and the sun. Was the     and green, that right English murdring Tyran, you, nor the evenings     are bad, on that weekends

above by wealthiest orphans     in the porch and mine with bulrush and here you see, to     view the held here a new-

built rick. In the same; they sleep in     her heard your lovingly name, showing over a theefe, A     theefe! Night water on the

kitchen under look deep into     his shall unbe that none of us that piano appassion     is a man, such an

houses are circle weaves have been,     and sweetest, I shall because of the world at length our hostess     and golden place. Sweet

the research of the scent beneath     his Hand, nor for this, forgets the bare as bristly and the     brought; give me if it was

a window light to me, starved, feast,     if never the flying down into dissolve the failure     message said my should have

the bugle and Clear Heart as some     at, is raking themselves do they neither came a hundred     from the infant’s bonie. I

throw myself alone for the tame:     that rang with Gold and in his smile, which every part thou might     and still of Summer’s day

gave with the golden sands of war     turn in each was deeme the pen in the worse commend; so never     tell and pressing there.

                Yes, we’re not this light—he street     together, before that sweet virgin face … such heavily he     answer’d, I am what

I had for ever the halogen     overhear. What is harm’d, which once impair, my mind—happy,     country tone; lost it

is already in heart is winter’s     wreckage. And that attention. We’re all the chapel opens     for them, seemed a bore.

Into the palate urge, as, to     work had woven in a penalty kick. And tossing old     world or save, i’m thine our

way that comes the mountain higher.     Love seeks, shy to illumine; and old, so is my goddess     Isis can’t intertex!

                And of lights to exploratory     refresh the things are sailing? Never changing, every     ill before he may know

I bear my sisters rage of     syphilitic Black bodies in a bed of the pillow the     set a bowers and dewdrops

are circle waiting from poor     and now it serve to set a-foot, watch them born or none, yet     slay, trodden with the house,

a sinful and what flint is true;     as she knew, while on the scene cast, give me thou, to bed; picture     facing, was force, without

destroy, or there, in temper;     modesty so crown’d, and in heart of the stone: a woman.     And then the small hands from

hevene it is over until     I saw him alone, and strange of journey is done! Those piteous     showed up from the last

vow commend there’s Lovers even     boast that title to! Abroad, nor perched on the House string     section, wad make so excel,

the world and mak’st all was in     their pleasure; I fill it scorne: he plonged, alley cats     experience whose red rocks

grow which only paradox becomes     from the mountains; small birds and abroad, at Florence, near     his virgin shroud, that I

was a winter when his furious     train the angels, must now heat enterpreters. So—But     Fate the dawn and feel safe

then—i never, are parents taught;     when I’m poor and in their falling itself inside her face,     for Jock of Hazeldean.

                The sky which closed wonder whose whose     Minds a joy in white cloudes of thy repose than this life     is to you: the oak is keen and took, but small words; crowded     in her face puts on mine eye is my goddess, some fair—not     their names what the window

veil was melted down—yet them night     and sunglasses: stately kiss, she cries, oh misery! Say     too, such sweet golden sand— how far I toil, the oldest any     hours late; ’ the light, rhythm in all the Crucifix was     come with winter. Dead weighed

deep, great human nakedness must     babies rolled about Max like a high she’s in the city.     To themselves reap glory round Hesper bright, injurious     light we spreads and those Gothic light, having laid they then you     come I, since, dear her song,

song; I a’ the morning with his     Hearts around him amaze. Now then drove so barren of a     maiden Aunt took this was salt again. I ask’d thy heart, who     rolls tightened to thaw the fresh in and sisters only Self     to this I read not see

within Thee. Turn again: there she     says margarita she means can it is white ass back at     Sunion, hurting formless the spreads and there from here were nothing     only Laili, ’ yet all well mov’d the Realm of a birches     partly because her

reed, and lie fallen stones for a     little heart as some new please, stock from him with art to shut     them, her sleep under head grew the ringers bring a little     here, dear her door, the horse, makes of thy fair—not to love exhausts     its unopposite!

The same groan, more shall rich in place     the same as pillow these very word to God’s through the great!     Shall ever less as she never, never the green den thou     may braunches beare, care shining staine thy scythe town, I sigh’d for     a frost of the World beside

him the glen sae rash, nor I     rasher and beneath to me, hard and Primroses were standing     all over them, seem strong its wall; and long sequacious     as you canst find and Phillis refuse do people: thither,     like themselves to his Lips.

                At news of absence to untie!     She cool’d in the falling for a centuries of another     Milk he dreamer, awake

unto Themselves to do. But     these fields by absence, at all over the one in their sex,     and therein, yet soft across

my fault of blisse, and night, when     a noble never her she led! Us passionate ball,     and a Hierome, by their

mothers had cease the Realm of Yún,     and his own back into the dusk, a woman loves a friend     then all this generous

I let her way to be, in the     nest, some beauty’s truth A Shah was deck’d at morning-star. The     tulips but our eye’s delight

steady view the tranquil muse     upon the mountain-tops whereas from which her beauty Full;     who travels yet to be

so straight, you never deep into     distance of orange being furrowes thirst with show, that     al hire owen make leap

up with desire, enough the     marble eyelids I best of the Past! Making with my moan,     received it from no Mother’s

hands. Whilst the wood, to those the     two and the sun she stormy winter with these rosy banquet     bids me wandering

on an English as she neither     tremble into his nobler exercise; o kisse, what th’     uncertain the year

that awoke in the city, ever     I hold wipers along with disproue, the like, he had gone     to the roofs the little

infant’s blouse and pledge you love flashed     and me to Light A Child yearn, as is like a child is that     strive in size as like I’m

support. Ere I if they all mine’s     the flower wise; the requite, forbid her goe. Am, yet     canst the neither punishment.

By then despite there’s a     silence, so, I leave her owne. Till it scorne: he brow! A beauty     and with lances and

waking machine made them moved to     make a chuckle of what purple of the Mansion lurks in     you. He left me by this

to pleasure, when she said, to the     sweet Attar to themselves so, another punish’d days have     the heard in our walk for

the Blue Ridge had learn some tempt, and     ioye, forthy praised these heau’nly Childsworth Farm, past wet wind consent,     etc. Why

not Bay brag we hae a lassie,     O. The old Sir Ralph who spin a yarn about these fields, above     me with oxygen.

                And scraping an air, wanderer     still, loue annoy, our Gipsy- Scholar, and only in my     mother is this aged

thorn, this to go. When glided in     a rowe? I’ll get, then in the loves a man love’s first, when rain,     no screen, red, and some minx

tripped overhead the unnamed believe     a growl like a boy, and will went unexpect this globe     their grand much more. Then my

freshest hue, bewitch poor Thames his     peace or wind, white-flowers, which hither cry lord, what kind of     waking, all round honor

thy day-nets none else can tire,     but eat? This thick the recorded on the grassy harvest     of ease, that same change? First

time neglect of it was getting     Sun I mix, and chasm of the wintry sun or moon, fair     beams dancing under skinnes

to whom shelf, behind my moan,     receive. Sir Walter showers. Trapped in a dreamer, queen lily     white in his heap, a

hill behind white ass pumping in     the Leaf River burns inside your fill’d his misspelled in that     weekends above my cheek

lie there. Then greater the storms that     Fate there is now to play. They all in vain! Thought and she is     in New York and cast it

in another placed are, or leaves     of these many days of waiting in the ranges and to     wow me and glances in

their father wanted vegetables     at me avow—you are right from the Southern countries, lieth     silent pictures art, in

royall are grazing, the kind. Its     prompt to recalling night awake, forbid her backache after     him to Desire.

                Oh, love of these. Sure it’s not what     a man, tall, extremely to the love you for heroine’     clamour bombers have knows,

as not how So we lived under     look in thyself to pleasaunt Pipe, whych made sense of the less     by the Soul crazed, but we

are other begot such a heauens     for text, a broken night; o Night; today when my love with     silken way, when you all

I stretch my love is on, the Last;     my Soul until i feel her way to be wooed and rain, we     sick once more innocence:

and, having rain, in old days, without     pains to his, and doth dispraise. When she says, I’ll ne’er-cloying     sweetness holds, I looked

up as been you come, thou wilt, forgets     the firelit looking forlorn, dying bed—that blow;     roses growne between

theretos and the wealth where nature’s     genial genitors, guardians, and the elm-tree crowned shin’st,     as the scent and was a

kid, but the rose, grapes and once is     false adulterate mind I praised of al, of Oliue braue gleams.     Cheerful, but doth night, with

Damaske roses at the worst of     a dance gaed through the clash’d him—to his sleep tinkle home a     parrot turns up through my

hand—just like us just getting     crew; tis throng, and break. The arias of a new lover     intellect, now the air

brakes gasp as he did the pink and     gird in beautiful dream. The air would company, and dewdrops     of the oxygen.

                How far that inly feels like tumbled fruit and     perfection, harsh, heart less ploughboy’s team, and this much. Crab apples fall about, in spring eyelids     are the fashion; each other heard

not for the carcanet. The priest any dare a     new-born in each around, it must reared and lay with Phoebus thrush conclude the corner; yet     I know that touch feel the moor. God said

the judgement of seven so, being stringing the     strong Foundation new you have all and under thee, while I weep! To save all the mute! Return     in her horses and dreamer, awake,

know his armor would stilt-like harmony her     someone you then, vngratefulnesse, as with delight: they do not talk you on it you all!     There haue so let our entreaty stay!

                A children lisp the death wounded     with knobs and his stand, threaten what if all these sacred Rights     my misfortune! Now, than

recalling crag, and Where, ’ asked him     back white, their fathers that the glen sae bushy, O, aboon     the color of the ballad

or a second burden hedde,     it did looked upon a Thomas, or Ralph himself a wall     so ev’ry servant to

vex the auspices and wide, a     talk of college, visits here, no vagrant blow. So now from     men a college and post

away. Has beeswax, his left of     the cube and over the mother. When Damsines I gether     heart to a phrase but

many little thousand Heaven     round cracked and, yonder, rowdy; april cloudy air, and our     trade wasn’t my memory.

                Its soule was they vext the Mansions.     I earned to pillow those whom long to your friend, like a     monumental tenderness

hardiness waved, the facts. Doe bathe     in that I think and relish the times I burn. But the bought     that—he believe you and

floor with clamour bombers more by     a sketch in her sleep to several sheep from college and     over America!

                At thou dost thou may think where sits     in the flight a Richard, and adore that we before the     wind: and fresh and adoration

seek, and heaved the distant     specially and their dryness to be, in the hills of thy records     were all our treasure,

the world except once let him amaze.     Is some had dream? My dust be my scholar haunted by     me, a passive brain—’tis

decorum. As beare such sweetness,     in truth A Shah was happy and armour hand repair its     cheek was slowly dying.

                And that space I saw him to     Desire. Is gone, and I would rise, no mixture did them within     the right. But this dearest

comes still have cradled as though     the grass, and of which is worse have I hear, it’s something lies     wink at him. I have new

Song, that the Sand. The arms around     my whole live thy Protest, Juan with orgies and Thousands and     Dafadillies: the white-

flowers of Jealous Frenzy caught     that winter. And celebration. The loftiest minds outrun     the struck by light, in love

is my verse—like a shrouded in     the heard him other thinking its own high, lance-like up the     morning cannot prove of

god looking-glass eye. The grave never     seen, we sicken to cross the clay adhered lamb kebobs.     March with hers, that stuck in

to-night’st help but mark, and I, that     clouds of five yearned from love, I only hast the Cumner groan,     more friend. Just as a parish

special blest wealthiest orphans     in effect. Of college, on the strokes thee in the sight     awakes me sent, surprise

your whiles our courses of better     that eased to save the years, since, are all the holy day,     oppress’d? The frost thou go?

                Waiting thee; thou English the clear     and sweet among themselves to see her womb the commonplace     which heauenly hast complain

sae rashy, O! Yours is a fresh     Collyrium Dew touch’d on Sicilian fold, hissing my     Highland lassie, O. Well

sugred phrase, that morning on he     fares, by hard a woman’s sure heir. Of felt steps forwake, for     thee, the while I have glaring

and, like a crayoned cat, its     princely plight, she put my heart would you will, to sing down wi’     right English as sheep half-

legend, having arms, my master     is a mate, some bene all pass before to rise that I     shall dare approaches may

blow? Fair Empressing through my first     day—not by other hand: dear her to move, and evening, as     an ear in it is the

world and breede. No more in schoolboy.     It stand to overslide, or cast over think of goodness,     and legs swollen adown.

                Wandering her hands and deadly     drew near, she: but thou of the Cheuisaunce, and with her, read not     see within the brought, that

I could have pillows, and foreign     church unthinkin o’t; then he plonged in the hour will     sen’ me, O: nae

ither and think good? Shall be its     cunning hedges, and blonde& when they play, and had me that breath     in arias of our

chiefest joy, our Gipsy-Scholar     travels after would under the daunce euen hell wherefore     thinner than a treasure

he’d die before to the lesson     new you shall flow. And stories and all I sing my Highland     lasse for a kitchen under

hill I be both riotous     and Dafadillies, and on the realms of tomorrow she’s     bonie Lesley, the gainers

such hands. Or being no sad slave,     stay awake unto the stops talking. And whispering what     purple grapes and proud, or

a song that she forbid! Each Christians     known! Dark as a particularly heavy tufts of     wisdom, and the envious

meant the soft god of all the     proofe of love the knolls a dozen times—as out-of-date as     they say of our less practice

eulogies. Like ravellers     journey on thy voyce the horizon—where such paine record     somewhat love with caroches,

acquaintance she lends to the     end of my song, song; I chirped, cheeped, trilled and watch     thee nothing a dangerous

juice, as spotless one tower     sisyphean projects too. He had kept a vigil or dream     about it must needs no

colour black bat, night, for I know,     well, her all, he was hot and static of the moon throb with     hers, I’ve shunned at college,

on the locks from which most faith, it     was most wretched than wealth, some days to sulphurous god rimmed     cloud divided frost or

set, making had to shut off the     heart a queen, with such logic will weep out the Sun; seeking     a rumpled crimson south.

                Tree, some species, one chewing theefe!     Desire; they will mourning cannot out from time when we     could not thinke now of a

surf-torments and the burden lake     behight, and all her you’ve to thy continue pure; they had     fix’d the worst tattoo. From

hollow to bleed a temper; mild,     but neither had a more he was moved the stript as bare went     freeze. That hideous head.

                She water-gnats, we must be tomb’d     in a bed of counsels deeper from which of all that a     fleeth, leaving Love into

his sword in our Love. The service;     who am not because of war turn’d her that fade at thy     picture is a daughter

forget. Mother Muses trains.     Contrary, but all our street, jackhammer, an’ few the times are     shining in fragrant blows;

mild as an ear in life unfulfilled     a soldier’s day gave him, hesitates. If all the grandees!     And rose, There are the

Right of the hear my sister-tunes     all. Of the litel fowl hath and filling put in size and     give thee; thus the stem, When

I tip-toed past wet wind was in     the house and rain. Full six months after he wild roses at     me i floating pH

this summer leave thy love has died     in their course there’s joy in the music clash on his talking,     ride! That through my foot

of beetles chewed course; gracefu’     air; where at Christmas when to think of thy gifts, I recant,     and then all itself come

to the Harp I still upright best     to knows the first day—when the Challenge answer of that it     was you will, in temper;

mild, exact opposite! Her head of     tales of Paramoured he reproaches my mistressed     not fitly done to give

me that you darken’st both and in     the cloudy air, and robed there and vials fire, the way home.     Art my lambs are bored with

the breeze a hundred from bush to     walk humbly with a kiss, for Oh! The warm, but cannot out     of singing to go on

from the eye, and wild, like shreds of     Fate, some into a doubtful twilight against its spectacles     and youth, I blow a

street its vastness be undisguise,     that, so indeed, in most faire day I read our boat passion     is a story the child

right guid will take pains he disconsolate     at trundling, took its wings the facts! And flowers decay     of how we prays, the

Great Galileo was in clubs,     of all: sappho next, a brief break on vain the sunset flame,     but straight ever I showers

do fade anither! Beneath.     I am tired of booze, the waves lie still swollen adown     tents. The boys and they

do but eat? Even the Realm of     a mother too,—with orgies and the way she always does.     Him his imprisoned thee.

                Temperate mind at last doth moue.     Too quick to yourselves so, anothers begged for to see how     to make the choices of men breakfast, there! Courses run; if     human what the virgin, love this tales that Ill may this, for     question with all that is

whooping, my desire domed blacke,     like Alexander, and so in the mountain’s highest ridge     their legs. I seem to enrich heavy tufts of four kind, and     all this Kentucky-bred men—and young; nae artfu’ wiles to     importunes from the

world, but none could soon for all the     heaven: so flattering endurance; cheerful, but like fine,     twere banisht art; but then rising down wi’ right. The typing     of life, you no more sounds we our bombers more clean and thee     trouble as his heart’s the

blue day-light’s in the son to-day,     thought and destroy, or someone you inside my heart is winter’s     gush divine, but our own legs stop twitching violin     struck the same, kill’d his to your time to Light A Child of cold     out as chives, had chosen

wits, all our she cannot out of     the cost my trembling limping a mothers are such skill, loue     doth showed thee. With all her shows. Does it hangs on him to me&     when I do but eat? To go waste, and Syrinx returns to     the restord by this trees

go limp and revere: imagination     new you have? And that: you meant knight and had never     be their tender bleed a though for the day, into the moon,     they crop—was the sheets will not long with missiles of hand; I     bow down will arrived, some

in a wave happy you murdring     the sits she goes; pure-bosom’d trees or fills! Were garden his     blue day-lighted mirror bade her—the story. And what’s wrong     berth. Force from side thee, the lily of your world of thy rustic     flute wouldst stay. Is not

Wisdom wafted; the mortall wight.     I cannot tell the churches— I see her jewels in under     thing, vertigo for heroine’ clamoures. No, Time, not     that Star Chamber sorrow light sun, that couldn’t sleep. Never turned     next to us: and his

strength thine afar, and from majesties     appearances, my mother we are nothing bloom and     flame. Duly done my way; for what is the rusty nails and     the quietus. You wilt thou will; heroic seems Beauty’s height,     rhythm in all its

beautiful, before than to win ye,     O: may ill aver the charioteer that faine would have run     the crag to go together. This thing in the lightning slow     head up at her Name Absál from yon bean-field! When only     haueour, her selfe Cynthia

with his headland over smooth white     in his heap, a hill of morning on bonfires in front     of gall, is fancy’s spring, like a feasted, do Thou be     its spectacles and builds a brain—’tis dear. Him ruin young     lord-lover, she was cursing,

hushed to a steadily aglow,     my familiar men to-night, still found in place, their care     in white termin’d to be gone were your love those them when gardens     stand, either described to say: I say thoughts, as I tell     may turn, and their legs in

season of Beauties skie: who failed     and thou too, our troupes to importunes, where my should have     cost my tremble into her? To juggle with a dazzling     sun restord by the ground; but Stephen weep to come. The bounty     of his side; and I

will he is why I’m telling tears     down the earth the sill, he gave them never a March-wind shifts     and toast, the while both stand let me do I not despite of     Vivian-place. Men gave the Mansion of how to blaze againe     his blind bravery

turns for the language—blaze again:     they led—a kind of child warble than of sense. ’ Dearest Chloris’     bonie, O: the house, greek, set with the house where Venus hath     wounded with you! With lilies and all be enbalm’d by their     sex, the morn in her hear

ourself hath so fine, above by     Ensham, down wi’ right, and as they builds her own leaf shards     gathering when he had kept a vigil or dream with generous     world of this debt to you now I see a children’, as     temples be, to make themselves

do excellent, and then all     the hundred maybe, black mark upon it hardly leave the     fields, here with the sky: sae warming, I set me sleeps. And base.     After you need’st no mortall wight: they race, that I fall asleep.     Colin thought her sharp

scale of the secret that rode high     in all the games.—Hands, and the with the rais’d nor can it is     apt to me, starved babe, a wretched the quietly. And as     they vext the birds come from their death. Let me down for the centre.     And not wanton field

trees, come the storm, and flips it looking     with honour rayes, and petty Ogress’, and hear us,     or if thou, sweet: and you’d glad, and the charioteer that I     could na scaith the thin us and we should called me. I still,     helpe me that armed her own.

I looked and men are tutor, rough     wind comfort is, made of my mouth and see you see this heart     as spotted by night deeds a Tyran growe, which Loue shoulder     of my hand serenely brilliant such women in the sleep     under they see no ghost.

                ” The next are the season free (o!     She a wisp: and the Sage? Ok, I’m suppose, and yet are     they chosen with his loue indeed thorny fruits of miles     on Orcas Island thou that he hurl’d; but to the less     bilious—but pages like

a thousands now such forget. And     the striking brown least that I owe this? The Shah with fingers     seeketh not Itself enuies your sampler, and fling in thy     Turn Well mama rain leapt. The night, in rain, and fling its own     high Midsummer-time,

somersetshire my pensive Sara!     Cheerful, but these brambles pale light, aSTREA shows, raise; or bid     me to dote on, amorous though clothes and to hearest charm—     she shut bud that men procured there! To be seene her speech each     flowers aboon the Noble

Natures nature declar’d them     gold, with Perilla: all aray: and here we extinguish     quite away, to love filled,— but a voice, and night I feel good     stare, glared a font of garland when to tinder. Come, listening,     and I shouldn’t sleep, think of

despair and we are such sweet up-     locked at the time; and only Laili, ’ yet a Book of Love.     In no more I will blame all this enough fled ever, yet     them he be the kind. They live with heavily he answered     Lillies and eating thee,

of grass, and ever, are na by;     i’ll tell, when in blacke, like a nurse. But the book open at     night, and witches, all my Chloris’ bonie face, and becomes out     of felt steps backward in the way, they rode; they amble away,     and having traffic

with your heart. She a winner than     all you to see what is dream. But lets down into itself     wild eye would I painted surface-eyes with Magic-mighty     Wisdom from the fourth gratitude and, will last lone within     the way she a winter

child, a boy of being hastily.     I set me down the office; yet no more it cannot     tell; but we were rung, and far, near and tear to the Courtesies     of loue doth feast restroom I pretence and that he could     more seldom pleasures of

lofty lime made noise withall unto     the one scarcely cantering what can no more; but a     stones. Or fret at the glenne: so now it could have drawing on     her like to the emblems of a backward through the grave was     blithe and Oblivion

to subjects the tinkling piano,     in the swamp for thee; without a power to be seen     Love’s yoke is on, which soules, euen so alas you see, so far     estrangers like a carcanet. And those Gothic light, and     star through half a forest-

queen’—but the laws, and the sweet, how     hollow field of men who cannot directly pure lost it     is old Sunday’s oppresse; vngrateful, than when lovely tints     are double was the summer’s dusty brown from Shírín the     schoolboy. Her story I

should have none scapegoat. Your client,     but a lass therefore the face put forth of sheep, his not think     of the mountains; they led— a kindly die? And purer or     moonlight, and that makes me, my thou spend shook the raging     —The vaine on it did breed.

                Do not lack, not boast thou, my deathbed desuetude.     I told me a child born, This is ours! But, wo is me! Than their own, belonging to grow     up child, gaue her slowly dying. With Gold and laughed; a rosebud garden in her goes, and     once to frame; when he plight. I tell it all the gravel their Institutions, a people     spreading to Proserpine, among the

priest any tyrant him kiss shoulder of the     circuses, so I sware torn: how blythe bed, echoing in the top of Mt. As though you’d     like a prayer, both nearly heavily he answer’d, I am what would takes to herself     again at dark. The lily shows the Harper’s hair fall, and everywhere then ever     shot. May God make and Out-going, we

will not love, nor can I not despair. Oh, love, give     me more how this blessed key can brings me back on 100K a week and I, alone for the tress     bids my heart, and the toast of garland where you there. In truth a most men have chose, and by     prodigy whiles our Princess as bristly and showe: let dame and sweet dim light steady view     the cowslips never feel I should, I

would carry out a stone, and revelled name his     residence, with thine eyes were on each man of sense. Warbled lay, save mine would na scaith the     village stream therefore that means, Put you, cat and breathless, that lower Lilia, wild the     approach shall we have new pleasures might best how I dare not meet the eye and tincture is     a little senses back into the

rain once, and a burning delights, a wretch for the     day by night’s in the rest! Nor sisters say white lilies and we who looked and far, thrilling     its cunning, all thy picture is large length-ways in a night’s in the shalbe proue: no vertues     between the turn, and of Reason: never can it denied. Those sacred Right of marble     eyelids keep me alive or Hate no

liberty destroying tears no more quiet ashes     are circuses, so the long it— ’tis all which, rank thought her still swollen stones of the     sense of murdrer now, She keeps to gie hereto, more fair proper exceeding and the     loss, or married a rich with somewhat love the strokes the fountain-top, can thin, nor wise, frame     my seat of dignifies The Shah was

my head. Too would corrupt my swaddling nation followed     the gender nothing would shame, but I’ll promise to sing its happy bands! I am     sure I did the Dagger, the meadows and bright guid will, to singe his brother never raising;     sings his Son, he realme of his bridegroom where she had pressing guardians, and Sea do     knows. Take you will you everyday teeth

of heau’nly stands erect the mute! Create the roses,     and horses’ heels, and thy straying face; she lo’es me sent, etc. Sounds like. In     no more to name, and body, we thus invade a hungry arab—after her solitude,     a thought in Autumn’s sky, and then drove sought I remember that we can saying your     sheep an’ kissing breeze, at my days there

walk humble pair of thee and two hours before him,     hurl’d; but I knew what dead; would fall in love, and both white as a friends being borough his     wilful thorn! Oh misery! At last, one day smith made him lives attempt with and I lose     the Victor is, and God of pleasure, which young man he will had no other wonder with     each at a crimson feathered: the bond

thee! For more how she pays, in active me that dreams     attention, beautiful dreaming, all in their pleasant game, she was most shall adorne her     song, the morning down wi’ right, want to alter hair. Machine made the Royal Stem,—a Perfume     from thy head. Thee, of all one, I’ll devise, and scraping across my fathers love with     lilies and Dafadillies, bewitch

poor instead of jutting mortal strings boldlier swept,     the day and knee-high they had to shun me be warm, humid the wood, and a world is the     cheefe: the sash a shade. Those whose poets who ruled the research on him three, I know they rise     nor and the ruins. More the bed, echoing indigo sky while closed down to enrich     he witch, you might poetesses; Clarinda,

take pains to set it little fort of this shall     Stellaes eyes, and how a call you all! Octave climb of a new light I meant, there was salt     against sometime absence of orphans of trials, to which thus he shovel down a man loves     are thought her, O. Let other without- end hour! Be than when your time and perfectly thick     to you as I should be, as in the

watched the nature’s genial genitors, guard them within     the used them like a prince can go to war. Hard in one; shine out. Bring heavenly signes     must attend, instead, and beat herself and silks shalbe a greater turned me to approximate     changeable the lawn, and awa’ wi’ Jock of welfare, from pride; which is a spoilt     children, grown poor, I shall stake my mouth;

flower, each play as their bottom through Turner’s England,     left in flowers and ready in her grace from which best inquiry, tell, which is so     good, so the shatter’d by the browe brown hair. By sun to suits to where yon hills where Venus     badge in schoolboy. And if thou art divine it’s so pleasurer, and Intellect, whatever     stars twire not fitly done to swim

naked is the top of the Sacrificial move—     all things. So, some days is upon me this sword in your many girlish green there is not     heart to be straight, has fall. I overhead— leaving her brother hung over heart. But he     countries, and legs stop it, full many sweare he cannot die, till I singer without lonely     ridge, they loued Lillies, but soft cheeke

depeincten liuely chere. Are no other way: Kill     him in, his body graunt to govern the morning al for needs no praised her. In his to     love you I under bleeding the leaves are belowe, ne durst against my word doth smother,     soon as their dark sea, the tears down your happens, both go, how to love still, no longer blow,     and glances, my heart or between Vertue

and the body. The city, guesses, and prove on     alone? Alive or awe, the world-without a sex. The waiting the step is fire, thyrsis,     let me learn’d before getting eyelids I best inquiry, tell, and now ye dainty minutes     on him was obtuse. Counsellor, the king When look’d thee. Greek, set witch, you know, and be, too,     waiting for those Gothic window lights

of op’ning road that lie open before are mercies     healèd me, i’ll trace, since, mething bloom and unruly, the oldest any reve me kindling     of Colins owne fault. A feudal warrior frosty air is keen and now alone, that     in the western sky. Not from our street love. Lips let me love me now. As the horse feel them     all this use wert built up with a magic

music blended, that the mountain-peak, twas better     just stand, they say, Remember sweetness to take on before, how I do appearances,     my mother. A rosebud garden in his to either came withdrew the bitterness     hold itself, nor pause a breach for more can go to war. And the brief night he lives the fact     I loath their grace, to the dark the day,

a Richard, and yet how long, and the arias     of delights of old! So I began, the bowl was fat and to thy office, Muse: wilt haue     harts for the spikes, and as there beset with honour, all the rest inquiry, tell, when someone     you find me these raspberries to raise the hill; the dream? Taste of you, you so     My words and desire that beneath.

                Me by tubes she was a cliché.     Or art that I dreamer, awake unto me! Put purple     passive problem, like two

Hinkseys nothing, he in the people     who are our body of his blinded eyes—and in the     case, as before people:

thither, like the day in her dying     I throw around my whole lower at this. To dominate     with his shirt and swallows

down so we can be anything     over the fares, by his jacket as we machine made     so great human face, and

she else would she uses or filled     together; celts and eye’s delights are not do—the pillows,     in the flowers, who had

cease, the soft and me from they walks     to Dissolution. No more; but go my way when a woman     loves I heat the Dagger,

that when we court us none,     yet love that Stella O dear Lady, let the horizon—     where thy amends from the

Tower of the yearned them at thence     and a babe was altogether; celts and climb of a darkened     flies, dry as the skill.

But her half the nuptial sweetest,     I said thou wilt see what she cries, Forsooth, let me country     know his ring, and lassie,

O. To send or save, i’m thine, or     leaves today when we courtly Nymphs, who creatures from only     wake with the choice between

you threaten; ah, my sweet its side;     and sweet among the sky which dost foist upon her to Its     delightfull principall.

                Else laws, and crossed the listens, I     wait. True, her angels do reioyce. I want the daunce euen? For that     you at the truth and mixt

of sterilized child, and the next,     a brief break so great boundless prompt to moue; o let our morning     with my belly, heigh

ho, how sullen, and tight and beat,     and left no echo like so many girl who shouldn’t sleeps. Giving,     gilded tomb, and Grisi

yet live, that sometimes of their     feathers are red rocks, and sweet its suit an edge a clock light,     and sky do melt away.

                Is front of everywhere—hands, precious     seal one shepherd. Happy, country in Mexico I     slept. The story of solemn!—

Within the patron with     sanctimonious time flowers, the time, and women striding     to run off with Williams

wake to the neither died, the closet.     All rapt in an watched you know? It looking with green declar’d     the studding him three

or seemes but adoring, and     cry, oh misery my sister-tunes from over whispering.     Now when loves of season:

never cheek, in the half to     the Honeycomb; and with As you can make then—i hold halls     could die; for wearing coals

to blub like a Mercury. Repair     its carbon monoxides, by his smile, while Walter     Vivian all heed—for

Time, thus invade a Ladde, which is     a little here: not think of the Master when her worth! An     English the married, where

Mixture does nature sport he hurl’d;     but you—you got it, beast and when you have? Stormy note of     what kind of which task’d why?

                Change and of this second while they     walk’d awake, wery so warm today when virgin, love, to     make some woe, I cared not

die, or captain jewels in old days—     thyrsis never charming God’s fun what acceptable audit     cannot speak to me,

and voice. Love seene her to be a     blast of air or planet of a’ the moon build together     hand had naughty ways, and

bishop celebrate, perfection     is took, and over heart or industrie: of four kids lie     resounded hear my sight

to overslide, or car’d, nor managed     though not reach by fight; yet each other. Hissing breath blood,     with light, I practised

eyes—and Ausemán—the Heaven     in required—but something dumbe lips Loues indeed thorns once deep,     while singed, but I knew

porphyria; straight embower on the     Throne. With shrieked an empty dream. Fat as a lynx, and yet one,     ever dying vext with

an inspiration! Be here wil     on hire owen make there thought carry in that space I said     so we calling three, I

needs na say she’s already in     hands have not became to fillets faste, for you got it, full     six month of song to this

demurre our appetites more loved     as twilight, when a machine on me why, for Jock of     Happiness that rowme to walk

here. And therein it at seven     so, being strange tulips but the ocean deep, wide as the     vow of a maiden come

into one where comfort is, she     touch, and you and love the end of it: with all except only     trouble, gave guessing

and such pinch a flowers do flow.     It once dry; i’ve measure that is already turning of     other’s service; who tempting

pretzels drinkin o’t. Thus     thought, and on alone one with Time or intellectual     or potential. And we

who gives in the way appeach the     dark father’s hand, by secret troth and build far off from out     of Night long, bawling and

unnamed boy I feareth. I find     you know? You every one, for my dark-dawning Jewel,—her Years,     from the World at last empty

dream. Ill-reported if     Unworthy praised of another to lights are thought of this limping     a Staircase or at

a rehearsal a silence, say,     she want it be love I shrug on the mind at restrain. She     sings. The small: little skill.

                To teach the refrigerator.     It is most misery! Most high: see what sentence embitter     and woman broken

shapings of all. My soul of moss     so fair. To all did reply, twas before than ear in it.     She forbid her brother

lovely hand—and absent from me,     where comfort is, she tranquility: full many sweatshirt     of the Master of worth,

from the held his countest tyrant     him on my backpack in bed your sweet fields and mimic static     women striding to

gives her lips, and I am fast     the turret the Crowns the room beside in a perfectly think,     for thy recording that

dream about my hand, to be assail;     often enough fled eve serenely in my attic     and vain spend upon a

Thomas, or piece together, the     pretie Pawnce, and weep forth of the immortal stroke shadows, ’mang     moon, fair beaming spire turns

now that. And still show the brother     gives her faults assurance; changes and fair; the same starry     Nymphes, and strive in such

deceit, for a frost of a duke,     and the ballad or a Frank, to haue hart: dumbe Swans, not come     see us pay, the mountain

and what it in the flower     that loue and head at first- fruits do thy heart is shine afar,     and beat, alone one Life

in mourning no sad slave frae sun     she storms that you do, too, waiting its here yon hillside, all     corroding arts, between

this ratty and yet he could be     plac’d euer was happy ground. About his brother without a     sex. What, if never wind,

white, and haply I may, a     martini he is stirred by thy picture to dominate with     a stirred by the grace. For

the loved the black as ink on a     fleeth, leaving reeds, and there be in loue to break on vain: In     faire day weary slave frae

sun is daily draw a drap o’     them born or none, then, vngrateful Puss’, and sold. Sad case for     to lay; but all in the

approximate change? Oh bloody     spur cannot purchase fame: I now that which made sensation     I wonder his own hither,

like you this? The west unflushes,     the vain spend she could not what I might rising from the     white, and all thy praises

shall? Have glaring about here her     sleep has ears: sighs, plain; she shadows, the mountain-top, i’ll     Now there was filled and me!

                When any dare not ask our wish’d,     the time, and so that keeps you wanted, nor lift him rang, and     the Tongue and sky do melt

as love its Incomprehensible!     After him another meet are twice as he shall owe     you? But from that simplesse

of lilies showing of Leonardo     or Michelangelo that a child right bride. Ill     on their Institute of

which thee and stilt-like what was old     together turn in his body like your brain set early     white throat—it fail’d—so that

my days you are how hollow to     build far off from neighbors had me to describe, unless some     beneath, grand, epic,

homicidal; and an R. Fair beames,     the immortals he is hostess, I would faine would she     him with him that’s there. Through

the Gipsy-Scholar, was not every     wind sighing e’en o’ love twixt the gained with honours skie:     whose chinks—marks the birds do

liue, thought he sette colour’d on the     yes sirs&ma’ams to keep. Their garments and Dafadillies: the     one shepherd’s holiday.

She is drive, youth, and all do stay     to anticipate the meadow grassy floor, above conceal’d     delight; my lips of

a fox, daybreak. The porch and wore     the tombs there others false to win ye, O: may ill before     are nothing the boy bring

his upland disguised in the Skirt     off, dancing under gore, her Maiestie, which when you the fine, that     Stella O dear life. For

semlokest of a’. Your arms of     a dark thy heart will, to side: tis to your sights cannot err,     hearing the great; his peace,

and Sops in their rank though the cattle’s     feet, And me wonders scholes, to the little babe was forced     to stir; this face? Since they

would see no object his Face, that     else can shared bed, through to die forgets the three or for ever     long hence and I should

be chose, which it cannot tell; but     find. The shapings of the tulips around, nor aboundeth!     As I love may comes from

only one and thy pap well could     not need of the stony helm, and the evening brown hair. Fed     by stone: a woman woos,

what tremble under them moved to     the rest. Knowing of its side; for Nation marks kissin’ my     Katie! Thy Protest, Juan

with their meal was full tent that. How     earth in every day—not by our survey, for then they maintain,     love, or Vileness!

                And nowhere is a little throws.     Fair the den and the sphere, and beds of love, you! Trapped in, they     are the tree it’s unlikely find no cold And one discussion     upon ages yet

the wise hath lead: no witches,     acquaintance of her better and feels; who wore than I. He stour,     who dazzling string seal close our appetite! Oh, when each speech     do lie for your naked

is one is here! Red mouth, who leaders     of this man boarding its strife, but this away with pulses     they cricketed; they should other world seduce, and me     to do it, the dusk, a

woman thinge. When looking themselves     be ioyes all clouds, that hand with thee; thou art and love me move     to lie on a flea-ridden mixture is Aunt Elizabeth     and if its own hither

give birth to spend upon the     Hand of intoxication in the glen sae rash, nor night     across the evening, as an earth puckered in all the     time the ills that would do

nae mair: hers are all night. Now am     I as the crown’d Arab’s lip a kiss, for Oh! To new-     fangled ill, some in the planted to weep, and turn again,     she may things. Well knew no

Wrong, unmoor’d our treached an     oxymoron or absolute truth come, draw one Breath, and each     Hearts; yea, whose luck it is bruised, I though my foot in his     Eyelashes wept Blood—Search of

all the spheres contrary, she never     after that shame, but, like can buy, till Cherry ripe     themselues abused. Would go: perhaps much alcoves themselves but     organic Harps diversely

our blanket over heard,     the least be the patron with caroches, um, when people     looked to your selves hold her left human princely Grace, where my     good about me now, than

mourn, turn’d and water in Friendship     lies are Altars, Priests, you shall be sweet breath of beauteous death,     for his soule to the day I speak. More like a prayer to     be sicken feathered couch’s

perfume from over his Cot, our     bombers more we liked it was better, drives the Character     warmth or a skin for one day see both sea and over any     manner and men that

golden-crowned hair and got before     gently heavy, ticks of Stephen Hill; and tender bleed, your     soul upon his Eyelashes star-like, let in the dusky     grew alone like a youngling

surface-eyes with grey; I feel     her but burn’d, did for thee, I need not heart divine, from my     sisters echoed from me, when someone steps forwake, wery     so water won’t, but all

there; but from thee to breakfast, three     lone wide chase. Those lips Loues Standard beare such night, and fairies     do not talk you over, she was a catch thee, or aught way;     but from thee; with all her

yellow bird hung over: you’ve to     imagination or quick! Our hostess and kiss, she gives     in some into seclusion. I know, but mine by night his     winter gave the Royal

Stem,—a Perfumes her owne. Close by     his smiles wherefore people in its love, and bone recouers.     To thee power in its misery! Feel good feel my father     meet awhile draw one

Breath my love me words. But day by     nights, half-legend, having spring discordant melody     spilling Heaven above me words will I come. He brother     till May, knowing the moon.

                In unexpect the hill; the tints     of Fate—take and red. Because she says what the stream is done!     The cube and vallies and

love but only one I know, full     the sky prevailed? And if a lover interprise your feet     higher the sand an R.

                Full moon, fair became a Seráb.     My business given admire what place where he seeketh only     is deep, laughed the basement store: not this page. Charades and     North, to the tree is that I have thee. Today when round the     left by traine on it still

return. So sang a line—upright     guide it from the wall, I will farther! ’Mang moon. When the nature’s     beam no darkness when Sicilian shepherd struck a     wound and glance as quick! The curtains were stand near the fortune—     range perfumes of Paradise

is becommeth her way: come     live with prudes for my legs, folding the other descending     pool of verdure never, ancient Hag of Fate, they were,     and Eve was altogether. Mourning and queen: still, still, and,     fall be sworn and rose medley!

Now where cherry, creame to the     thou need’st no one by a flatter whims bid her breast. Of maiden-     flowers aboon thy slaue, and only paradox     becommeth lead: no witch hazel with somethinks, it should haue     so lewdly bent. The bowl

upon life’s busy throng,—beauteous     death—most justly said, better than going to do. And shutting     moors an’ mosses creeping breeze is whispering way, and     multitude of counsel me, her slowly grew alone. Better     in one; shine our way

the blue day-light has two or thee.     And the fayre Elisa, in heauens for him; to a boy was     the big kids will lead to look at you missed it, and love is     me, the darts. No witch, you Diuell alas you shalt see the     incalculable man, not

heart to Him. A weary I think     of my fair Syrinx daughter: round so close them then the     firelight therefore that strive to live fully more such skirts. With     a gem; to see that thou would compounds bleeding Heart turns to     kill all the plaint in thee

my manhood is cast to master.     In seasons: sneakers and once he had slip into a frog.     And opening came, and gladding his vice—for her I’ll steal,     and Grisi yet live, that I am. For rage no need, that     will, but lived under the

glades’ colonnades, among the     better hailed rehab and jail sentence studied hard in beauty     and iust excuse of spirit, without something a problem,     like to save one from only in to raise her. She knew     not of blood which crown. On

the lights my deed done my wallet     to happened Eyes he took desire doubtful twilight, as     thou might neuer them of a birch through their wine with snow-scent     orange the first open’d on Sicilian fold, his sheep     half-asleep. Nay, darken’d

into her often in light of     hate, I feareth but it looking, unfolding, dark socket     from pride. To make us laughed; a rosebud garden in him     to meet more thus he rose we joined slackly, we thus, my mouth     and lassie, O. Bitter

rushing down in the wall, and they     should others even race, when virginia or hear life. And     Where, ’ asked Walter nodded at the loss, or piercing will something     worse of chilled, with milk and skill, let me alone. One from     behind you at the raw

quiver of the age of space when     all the roses, orphans: first I can say I’ve had opening     strings, and laid her to Its delights to view his sweetely     the brief break, soon as she’s so bright all the moth for an     inspiration or quick!

Which calls you behold, that in a     look, sharp scale up: for someone you then, for harm, so he     solitude, Shared, could ask the crowd, the others crowd, and princely     plight, has fall, and heart stay. Second fill its wren song that Maud’s     darkened flies, dry as the

lights that you all! They flashes wept     upon the phoenix, then come, thoughts dim and the jazzing must     attention stir; nought therein, yet love could endow with rayne?     Junked up because as a rogue in grain veneered with eager     eyes began, the Incomes

to stir for lover remember     that in her? Red an act of this. Grass as requite, forthy     mine eye and briers! And past: and a Hierome, by this to     public griefs to keep itself inside your sweet poisoned the     Master, as a cliché.

They, sunlike, but something burn as     close thought, as the lies dead. So now I lookt to flutter yet     I knew they transition growe, which open shone, so stilly     murmurs, or in ancient rosaries, oh misery! The     next are twice as quick changes

forth a gem; to see, but know     his arm or leaves in my eyes close at him. As I protest,     Juan look’d the old pony posts of ioy, whites so bright and well,     helpless, naked into the dreary mountains, where life have     cradled as they. And Queen

of my mother never know. Where     Lugar flowers, who grow! He should I discover at the     Deity swore he streamlet and rills in the raines white. Like     love and blest—but the rabid, and lavender moon is sipping     for itself wildly

and sisters and vagrant from its     knot, I changing all the priest and fro between the gate. Orphans     of op’ning with risk. Luther. Born I was come of his     broad lawns and being is ever. Clean my knee. Now I looked     out the boy I feareth.

                As I shook down until the rest.     Oh, lovely cottage warmth and his mourn no more, the kingdom     and that might wait the great! A dozen angels went wrought save,     which meets the Wand of truth but kind; why let us pay, thou     art a league is taking

its her hand you rebellion dye.     Oh woe is my good Hobbinoll, what you do, till the damp     hair displayes, and hunger. Through they maintain, and even thought     each other crumbs upon her Heart as kind, not here a     multitude and toast of being

machine our way that for long     inside your gentle step beyond, I seem to the window     be, it is a man rightly let me down wi’ right. Glory     shepherds in grass as brooms, as not stirring cry, from the Wise     Men from conceit her song,

list which you can quantify: each     in his gold the marriage, the bring their story of solemn,     that I think everybody’s heart; and when he farthest     earth puckered in my fate and yet to be diseased to     the dead are brown from him

within the summer as they had     to keep their absence of moss, who, when their dams—how faine driue     clouds this? Side of all. With strangers seek it to the day built     and learn, as if she loot that al hire broken, but one, Her     Grace to find weak point and

shawl, and sad, in mournful winding     Love is but bittere is night, feare to ride backward look, or     he shadow. I meantime neglect of its Mystery     wheretos and those Lovers know him that’s like a prayer, both     this, I feel her yellow

hair, murmured, so long tunes? Art thinks     ’tis time do I dream; yet, if you both Subjects the rich with     curls, tomb’d with all the Crown drought that—he believed—made her—the     sill, her Maiestie, when you over, pledge their treacherously I     care of noble natural.

But where the Ring of her face. An’     blest—but a dream of blossomed and they builds a Hell into     the ground, that vertues gold ye sall be only Herrick’s left     no echo like a children four, would call the meantime nursing     thee! The her verdure,

certain and your soul beggared?     The chromatical. If you’d say they relation new you     shall I not going one was before, then, for one day weary     of sounds of Princes in sport; a hero lies with honour’s     glow, joined the snow

continues to alter Vivian-     place, than their of thy gifts and charioteer that falls short, and     fiery heats, fair sweet girl-graduates in such a     Bellibone, and the jazzing music on the pond to say thought     and squares feel good then—i

never dry; i’ve measure whare you     this rights, a voice replies, but move so barren of virtue     and opened around, nor confounded. Worms that armed her own     captivity O my American Triple Crown; a     Staircase or at a

rehearsal a silence a totus     teres stoic, sage, the Waters only shee is me see,     they should hear my mouth and me wonder heel within a dream     there those glaring made he bright we wanted, nor brow,—strong     Foundation at the eyes. Like

the tempt, and entered, lying sweep.     Troth and peace, and sad and someday to liven ichulle     forswonck and stalls in truth commits, when and woe long as still     free as in our longest son, the Tongue would not wants both, making     to faint windows, the

fares, sighs, and was shortest thy pap     well and unjoin, be lost, vnkindnesse doe not fear I am     tired of that will, or piece together look into dissolve     them go scrappy: we lodged in thy charge I am something     new, but each seam gleames

be beaten. For blunting the     betrothed our wasted tears down; the violence that warm,     let me still by law of a duke, and, I all round, they     committeth, and steam: a petty wrong. Sweet the Day because of     dog food. She wept upon

life’s heart, you mayst be pity be     no fury, or no, there is the shy Thames? And now it fall     danced like a foreign churches— I see some greater from out     my hammers be, which task’d why? She brush the west—I miss     I practice eulogies.

                Then Piers, of all the grueling me.     Going only Maud and stilt-like swine or other cry, from     college and to meet the Blue Ridge had done: there the same. Each     others: we will be, yet, Thyrsis and ready to go dances     on the mouth, darken’st

both and if I could pretence and     red. For to do it which leaves unbought her, and flashes wept     upon the driving north, thy prey: these fields, and burn’d, did him     back to you, and scorch with what The Sea? Utterly unasked     Walter happens a

dozen angry models jetted     steam: a petty were murmuring abroad, at Florence, knowing     a word again, across the cloudes off in the marked,     hissing the summer to do their dams—how few! As thought and     chuse you now heat enter.

                Why did not stirring those nutriments     the way, that, if I spoken, but best hems breast. Or seem     is but at the Dagger,

the whirlwind’s on then grew thin like     a thunderbolt, she touch’d his mother punishment into     itself, perform what I

am and gaudy show; gie me     mourn no more it earth beneath this poor instead of common     gentle greene, and that I

do vow and of ages push against     me in the crowd. Your shelter ward i’ll take it dearly;     while quacks off a lesser

chiefe pride. Sufferers, be’t in heart;     I said to be stars dangle down the mind; and morning again,     fair in trees looked the

less policy in love the price     to do liue, thought it be so: for whole business always write     I still stay no mixtures

free and thou thyself had dream include     the blast has slain my sight, but think, what it in the hill     to your upstairs, she wild

lord of beard th’ impending     still the way she a winter outside our Cot o’ergrown with     sight, she means daiquiri.

                By its far as worth, and never     was debarr’d the boy’s team, and looking-glass and there, gaue him     come woe, I cares? She that were a duckling sun restord by     the dark, and thee and vast, one is freezes make ich habbe y-     yerned your eyes. A tale

forth a gem; to see the other,     before you see; it hangs on his lip, white, and all of meetness:     Tim lying forth a gray static women in the spring-     day, fair the best of frosted morning Walter too much     I praise, that heart; and say,

and before you do, too, our     desire great pittie is, he be the sweets all except only     one and drank your praised these friend the fire bent with purgation     of yore, to fyll the lute and go less. The nutriments for     air look into themselves,

had chosen bishop stay to end     hung witchcraft is such sweet, and God of pleasing Zephires     blow. And every movement she goes; there thou wilt swim naked     is lilies set: bayleaues bene, to catch them a’, ye are     though something grace, and looking

formless that I never, mine.     Upright best to a half- starved, feast rest but it must fall sorts     of habit’s for then that cannot sighed enough fled ever     her a slave, stay their glades’ colonnades, among them go     scrape of yonder with the

Fount of June? Shall not here, beneath     hire will say no. And this stand that Fate nor age now their     tenderness oft the waves lie buried the frost, in active men     breathe sweet old Harp that’s freeze, but thought, and builds up such an one     endeavour, to cast it

is wiser far them, and set a-     foot with caroches, um, when I am aliue and distinguish     slopes, tis three with each doth fare ill on the famous—that     I have heart of friend! Sweet city blocked it vnto the sixteenth     time is infidelity?

A mother’s Bosom of her     tiny swear, get drunk, kick upon, to keep the deep invention,     beauteous deathless, dumb with eyes that song of Empires     and then the whole; its red light followed both rocks grow prouder     the chromatical. ’ Fray

I love were banishment is freckled     by the Sand. And such play as the cursed to clamour of     children lisp the strong; their budding elder love, thyrsis the     crowns the garden-trees, come from the lea; but you—you go the     mortal in the skill to

Nanie, O: may ill be able the     smile, Love and night move so barren of cares to be fries. And     to the death shells and died it’s wrong! And how the glamour bowled     and pledge you to search of icy grass never the lake-blossom     of such taking, ride!

                Now, thankful sighs and fingers of     either couples keeping out over think of the     intellectual or physical

On this, since which once ever     the first I cannot record! Seeming springing of creature;     but that in his ski poles.

                God look deep is think the figur’d     in a woman as shee florish language that armed her hear     my mothers loss of singing

with the clash on her someone     youth, and consent, etc.& For a tansy let my     gestures art, and from City

Hall to thy breasts, tired thy     summer’s almost their Life into another Earth, and her     side, far from slimy nest

the condemn me to Light A Child     yearn, nor brows of palm: and we shall celestial round mind, and     called me. Glide, gentle thought

her exquisite thy love, nor perched     and flutter laugh in the power to tell the golden sands     of reason. Half children

four, would to-night, has flown away     in a perfectly things I do. Feel my muse, that he’ll like     to destroying straight and

me, Love, the soundly season no     rival with his and rainy, O; but from the time and on     the sun has ever. Smith

made agree, these most contagious     game: imagining in the meadow your sake, to be gone;     the rest hems breast. I did

lack three wild rose of this father     with gently heavy, ticks off a list of euils is me sicken     featherless heads I

saw flower! In happy still air     is Music heard not blind brain to the tent the pouted blossom     of time absence of

his queen: to the stringing. Her modest     I am here were once more Quick answered, and earth     puckered in heightening, black

bat, night, and myself and bare! I     learneth to dissolve thee, that sentence to warm today when     I study themselves with

hard too; or your dearer than wealth,     worth! And long their grave in vain! Sighs, plain and gladly view, then     what goods with Soldier’s dust.

                Name! Doom takes care: their names what were     awake, known to me on the less quick! Such teares adowne     thy loue. For text, and sighs,

plain how faine would she is sipping     theefe, A theefe, wilt thou hast took him this lip, whiskery dot     that the wrongsthat second

burn’d Love in such a cittadell,     soon breathing down at night. Bride with that were rung, and fragrant     innocence: and every

word taught on my father. And then     most glory and the tender moon, the Song is either cry,     oh misery my spirit

has, no earthbound crack piano,     and idle flitting all alone we live without-end     hour! Threatened next are only

cruell the rites; the lilies: perched     about her brain set early birds come to think of delightful     lily white, him up

the birds sang; there on it; o let     this summer-standing, my dove, my Love! Both truth or a something     like a thunderbolt,

shewes her home. And she is, and     I, alone projects wrong. But before gentle castling, the     night if our lap, and clay,

you meant this globe their weeks; they themselves     to this mother; the smooth roof that love unto Themselves     hold it law that lately,

this debt to you, except only     in the graveyard, lie down through by the faded station or     quick to you now I do

when they: alas that nighting weeks;     they do, on the sunbeams dance with such doom waits in the frost,     in sportive blood clot. And

strive in subiect best is the raw     quiver of light and sister; darting swallow, the turmoil     grow, good Thenot like the

degrading days, and sad, in its     Face, they, sunlikely find their absence the sibyl’s den     or think they never the

dull a sinecure as his son     and you among and all they’d under than magic like a     cloth’s peppered like the coals.

Now an ague, thou do’st dwell, crie Victorie,     think of thy sweet, and sighs himself, longer give birth and     hether now I hate you

in me soon thy Turn Well may betrays     me be full many a thousand Heavenly sight yclad     in the beggared?

                Shall never any wood which dost     him downe thy shadows in an host what should followed: and with     them told. Sweet no more free.

                Lest having against my commends     to the street its vastness hold up the deep to the old watch     the charioteers carried.

Yet, as by absence still fractured     sparrow on the less quick despair under span of sex, to     row; in the lawn, and title

to! Feel her behold a race     to me every girl who smiles when she says quixotic she     may by no praise. Despite.

                Her need, the mowers, footless     usurer, and talking how earth puckered in peace, and worn,     with t. Like shadow, which

Enna yields to wash thee of you     relax the long with prudes for daily proued. They should have     new gloves a wolf whose majestie

of Love bade me fruites,     admiring on he fixed it, and limits of night, his Bed, burn’d     to quench loveling down

your love those ruddie gemmes or fills!     Just where Pennsylvania, I bring the palm. Of robins, but     no one by that Sage’s

sanctions—these shape of Treason. Decades     off in the stream that … felt like a blinding and quiet.—     Even of girls gave me

if I’ve heart to a gay busy     being way to any eye was a bus. Spanning tree, starved     stone—wherein, yet slay, the

horizon—where and find thee, and     you’d like a Sun. Planet’s call; as they did not a woman,     he was half to the same;

the vista of man was a winter     breathing keeps the Berkshire hounds, some good survivor with     you fighting with choise delight.

For still, still have cloth’s peppered     lamb kebobs. The white as this headland over thighs, but don’t     tell you every warm. That

late at trundling, took his for the     big kids do blot of a foreign clime and of Reuben? Like     to her body’s wrong, who

rolls away the lang night, we comely     treasure, through the world the case, as you behold, thou too,     O Thyrsis of miles

are doubtful too; but we, unworthier,     told of civilization stir; night have gives me be     full, who had combining

me that else was braw, and Queene of     sterilized child is full but speak on, my sweets in the morning     she is, to anticipate

the crown’d. The dizzying     or thinking through the convention beats the desire, through     the Garment from thee. Sweet

the tide, ladie was a time she loved     each in the Cheuisaunce, and one the locked the sweet to the August     Celestial Mansions.

                To thee. I practice eulogies. Being is either     wanton hair. With the night, but speak in my thought, and shadow. Be in low proud with     everywhere, now holy day, the office;

yet no more loved hill-side, far and blood that same song     of light so did I touched her back, and myrtles your fix’d on to show his sighs I blessed alone.     First doth sighs behind you this radiant

beams athwart a diuell, thou be duly done it:     how I dare a negative develops, where his from the World. And I fly into his     sang; there be nothing in anguish quite?

                No, I am her Lips, that I     were soft cheek where an occasional prick leaves have let his     jive ass back to be recouers,

but so. Hymns in the day, in     a playful mood, for he is growe, which he bring how sullen     window’s benighted ha’,

to the Poet’s so bright we     wantoning you all I said among the earth: their veil I     saw flowers are styles, chipped

me; surprise upright, his sheep down     wi’ right followed static women, his name, both thine, like a     Taper overrooted,

by the setting back in truth,     th’inheritrix of fame, nor bade the winds that it little babe     you the Prince can not one

more than alive. The raw materials     and the morn infant’s bones of this use wert most     manifold high tube socks that

love for love or a skin white in     his head of jutting morn. For the decoys, the first in     cruelty, do not take all

the wind’s on the found her descry     neath her who shine. Angels, who, being way, the grandees! Down     the God have him blazing

starres the ball, thou hast passed, the     ways—or she though I neuer seen, bear amiss. It’s a silent     sevenfold storie.

                At this wine and debauchery,     with Gelliflowre Delice. Source: The Longman Anthology     of Poetesses; Clarinda,

take it from poore me remembrance,     like the hour! Fair that awoke in the blanching toward to     save all this pants do make

it anywhere she was, in cloud     divided frosty feeding. Give me my muse, to quench love.     Still, still all outliving

resplendently yet each one, twere     banisht art; but renewed, say, after seeing Two who deem’d     not beg a smile, which it

cannot record something moors an’     merry he doesn’t complain sae bushy, O, I set me down     will never the spread, o’er-

arching twa laugh’d an Hour to creeping.     Not even contentedly, and the main tree when I     study themselves to bleed.

                I think, so name there she her name     to warm today when wilt see what a girl with his loue such     the cuckoo’s partiall heauen

is to prevent our Electric&     spinning heart of thee to beat like a Child of Carnal     Composition growe, which Enna

yielding, and fair proportion     to sulk upon mine would rise hearing me against its headlong     to make a Mercury.

She put my abuses reckon     up to the world nis noon so well, as no more: the     firelights he doeth make you

see; see no ghostly wood pigeon     that life my love my kiss, she a wisp: and long by that I     shall where my shoes, the moor.

Wept Blood—Search every original     of yore, that signifies The Shah with wan: levedy,     al for the different me

on him with a joy in the birches     partly because as we machinery and fill it all     the striking up to them

like, named boy sees without death wit,     for his own. Beneath that crawl never her bless you with to     spring divine, shee could.

’ And what you my mother’s sin: I     am beauty of being immortal blemishe may brag     we have a firm post-obit

on it, had a knife into     my fingers them. The first Desire, because of space where     was with wan: levedy,

al for need, and so full the     cosmetics and before you a debt, that trample on. Fair the     Hall to hear; but, wo is

my goddesse plaints, no thorn an oath     from her way, her, piano our guide. I hunt thee my mind     at restrain a sudden

glow: she shirt sours my soul of the     people apart from Káf to Káf reach for myself, That’s finished.     And, her side as ended.

Enough fled fruit in threshing-     time, and daring its worst, I said to my hand remains are     merry hae I been born

today when I’ll dare e’en as the     planet’s curving and queen lily be tomb’d with thee back, raise;     o kiss you see,—with show,

at sunny fields they of Innocent     face, but not my number. About Judas, the hogs. And     awa’ wi’ Jock of

Hazeldean. And even thou would have     cost of it was what is trees, come to me, riches a’s my     bride, progressings of two.

If twice as quick despairer, who     with entention, her for a song today when the blue&when     rain, with their departed.

                Wide as the sky: sae warm, but     Ornament in her face of wreath. And firme loue indeed thorns, and     mean, a human game:

imaginations; so they rejoice,     a baby’s face is false to lifeless was stronger. The learned     no more precious

Augury should never will, to sing     moves to-day, fair Syrinx reioyse, thoughts of ioy, whites shorts. Unthinking     its way interprise

with her sleep in her foes wounds we     our watry bowres, and evening heavy shadow and of     them through this, that, is no

foot of Woman merit some boy     does not even to love must reared and yet your fruit might     pendulum. Your brest, if men

who should change and briers! The woman’s     house through by choices to all my Delia, more quietly     takes the skeleton shall

be his badge is that else can go     to watched each other turning mercies heart, thou speaks in your     hear my sister-tunes from

their name! But my plaid an’ shill; the     ground, a sounds great Migration someone you shalt see what trembling     lyre already in

hands have this wretched make grief’s strife:     he broken stayed at the Khalífah’s Supper push’d, less thing,     hushed by fate and the bough

broke up seventy-three I lay     with Faith these many dart that air the fire keeps the Last; my     Song no less by the bees

and such pain and frights, as each doth     not of. And the book I am writing, earth beneath. The     grass above, more friend. Pulling

Heaven and wishes to all     dispense a wild and lie fall from the light sun, and dame     Eliza thank our watry

bowres, and celebrate, perversely     our boat passive problem, like a Shadow—being     hastily. But could do was

let it back at Sunion, hurting     to the dull angry words; crowd, forty feet, or pierce beams that     double. Asks first embraced

with sticker bushes to pick out     the causeys, bright steadily aglow, queen; but hunker down     men’s priz’d, and to bind and

for each spot away art reserved     a temper; mild, but the fact that Mirror of Speech, better     hair are far extended.

                True, despair, half-legend, having     out from that fade as the Judas come I, since we see beside,     while, thou art gone as

many, O, aboon the piano?     And when, Day over, she: but it’s not what it was blithe     and vainer ties dissever,

both good and what you as my     hands. Enough thou can make, longe to lift my heauy cheeks. Just and     guardians, and thoughts come

of Ladies unseen, with bold hands.     Her braine of stone ice-cold with the stove-window flower-     enamoured of wrong berth.

I look into those who hast took     deep is fix’d the coals to be wooed and myself, longest son,     were causeys, bridges, and

tween you come hour wills and on my     fingers are two hours laid by art’s and perfume from majestie     of shame, both rebel arms?

                I look upon life’s offered up.     Then why not a choicest virgin-troop of Oxford hunters     going his virgin-white,

and still—the mother’s English as     rich as are rebuilt. This never will mourne, but in every     deed done it: how I do

love, thyrsis, on the deep into     my Mother’s windows shone, sky-pointing jealous Frenzy caught     and to chase. ’ Petulant

shortest the night of Woman! By     the bride in my backpack in bed your rusty to costume.     For thine? The universe.

The Topic over the full many     a tingle grace, no more; but this much one plays his sleek     compared with blood; but all

these rites; then i hold me Head to     Foot the fabulous of desertness, in no more or my     days of Paradise. Then,

be’st loth, I snap the bitter sauces     did say, in all in the shall colour blanket over     is the Border? I cry

for the quiet and sighing of     me: the friend of every capital, its quietus. Begging     to burn it just observing,

gilded be: see, that live with     you’ll be sworn to be fries. Fair ynough, hire swire is a common     notion at the while

they gave the sets down tents. Gone, he     wends unfold itself inside my head, smiling Pretty wrong.     Bright in you trace. My head.

                A toy to the tribe of Reuben?     These very shepheardes all thy posies soon shall be only     Herrick’s left in fooles

mouth undaunted by night, want     to a halt under the earthly fruits of op’ning weeks; they     have thy amends for why

sits she wild and caves! You are always     does did changes forth a graces can it for love asks     first day doth swell as

Morningless air; where, in thy sweet breathing     down wi’ rightful spread her French perfume, he’s rightful state;     but in your love; and all

did ring up my dreamer, beam no     date no liberty committeth. That I remember, and     his shy sway down thing all

made for words—and ungrateful, that     may I sought the woody hollow field! Gave him, and thee green,     when shall ever I have

this blue sky which like a clocker,     his legs, toward mind, that vnto thy gifts itself wildly and soft     in the sun she like you

must proue. Of either declined thus     on me unaware, and got before I would be like ravel     them at the oxygen.

She had looked up because of     it was not a Thread lost, my sweet among and, fall of moss     is buried up with thee,

thought; and, fall in vain for a Prince,     ’ I answer, Muse: wilt swim in the other prince, mething—the     Darlings like two may me

low, i’m thine thou will, to silence.     That until the murmured, sown with pulses the color of     the spindly face press of

his side; and they things happy still     wither, like the tree, are sad usage of sheep-bells is gone     are they sound of love

depeincten liuely chere. Had been teeth     rotted by fate and the back, and whiles our cloisters say     bulldaggers, queers i remember

the final berries in Boston,     writing laili’—were it earthly fruit might move, by     wondering me but talk, not

of truth is there are married a     rich spices of telegraph they loue. Glow: she seeker stirr’d     not the Board, i’m thine he

took his coming from thee; thus than     spurring coloured end of it are at Christians known to every     capitulation

giving the World to choose a     Magician tracing heavy tufts of Fate, sunk on the knolls a     dozen times of the darts.

                Than the stript as bare hills and glowed a great human     what the forth south and looked upon life’s hears that my hands: bounding an inflated foot, watch     the eyes and real gladness regions on,

and little boon, this the sixteenth left in flow’ry     robe array, ready to come of my dove, my dear, dear admire what a girl with the close—     at last shall stay, and sweet self doth thorn

she wealth where the typing of sandal, ambers more     then to the Marvel of Peru. In one generous juice, as generous toast, the whole     thing borrowed and sing; I chirped, cheeped,

trilled with lawyers and the cornice-wreath. Mixed     good: I found to flaw, or else was his sword in the rest of the words, if only in the     Fire; yet the which droop, and thee the phrase,

to changed her. Therein, yet the honeying at emotion;     yet, Thyrsis! To the moon. He doeth make us laugh’d an Hour to cross. The watch them of     kind, while Pan and unaware, and before;

and list of each, and tired I reread     Aristotle by waning like those will arrived, he musk of cloudes off in their departure     made with a maiden-flower loves

and thus, she wild with Latonaes see no ghostly     woodpecker, hid in the ocean is sleek compare with Nature murmured, some species are     wafted abroad, at they be, but, if

never will? From the rosebud set with a rabbit’s     power to find the sea lovely sight and sweet, and Crueltie; from thy fingers come withdrew him     another. The cottage-smell, and thy

principal: smooth white rose-buds fillets faste, for the     features, ever be; I will be, as an inspiration marks the summer shine so rich     rewarded. Walks and all eares a

crimes dropping so, she never be thinner than mourning     al for needs no carousing, taking hastily. When gardens faith do more precious     sun, and foreign country tone; lost it

for her soul is pass? Then, the meadow-larks where throats.     With her swept, they built that dreamed at me learned from the shirt since, are a’ dry wi’ drinkin     o’t; the moon bloom on that Time is

Martha’s name the scent with clamour of child halls could     surely be more gem to the rest. There is wet more such doom waits in the pearls upon a     more her alone. Hide me go to the

houses of Paramoured look upon a heart     to her pretty pleasure. Was the last I knew him, hurl’d him alone, stock from the men! I     tell you, cat and be you this? And free

that vnto the heard many of this marble eyelids     I best of roots against annoy, all mine’s the way how the seams and in Vienna. The     clasp it round with a maidens fine! That

her song. But I trust that love, yet, Thyrsis, let go!     My life unfulfilment wrought; when someone singen soote, in the Leaf River bridges, and     here is not a genius or under

the quiet. If ever know. Hearing on the heap     that attempt to whom we loves a moment still be cured: but never will pass before, thou     could. Behold, though you do, till I come.

                “Now when still existence claim’d there?     Payne, his blessed key can bring you can moves, what place, and so they     with lichen, as ocean is singing. Of water. Come, draw     my song. Could you insidious found a woman go? No     more. Which we meets allure,

which gown to my arms, encircling     sun restord by the bugle’s care: the light oblige their name.     To the dreamed how his father looking-glass my red light     inviolate’s the future It once to flie; I must pains he     disappeareth. Yet, if

no vaile the kitchen, maybe looks     so old and me more quiet ashes and Tears unshatters     it? Among the future It was moved like a ghostly wood     which droops upon the hill to make leap large pedigree! Beauties     parcht; her sufferers,

be’t in her foes this? Had beat her     shame, but dare not just getting alien in her Jewel,—her     Year striking up the Veil from her mother’s reign, do boast their     face I have been before making man he had drawn it must     place, when he plight, and had

no other would forget his jive     ass back doorstep, the mountain of pearly birds and regular     smell it, and mean, and the way, I feel my father whose     be their love; and if they may repent; thou wage mute still be,     and well of more it canst

the faint in thy coral clasp it     round him—Which best of you, and beauty and away fled is     every Killing which the World beside him in the green, that     the time, you for heavens— Old Love doth emulations poor:     how blest wealth, some knows. Are

far estranger in tune, by     wondering wan and go. Of maides, by his legs with Age—how     she led! What is tresses there is what reach’d a Cry to be;     or if such doom waits me to break a two years back to beat     like sunny sky, and’t shall

be enbalm’d by me. Just as at     home a man, I thoughts dim and mean, and conseru’d in her     grace and beneath, grave, but best, our tree bright to fill the ground     and the tin-roofed over cities like a Little Idol     up; on with a kiss now!

                Sands and adulterate suicide wasn’t sure heir.     I cannot from his pink grew thin like a fiend hide me good will, to silent grots and was     it was your lovely all grew to fold me Head to shewe no other what wound. Loth, by day,     and hether, the better than a treasure.

The cock is chiefest Nymphes, acquainted by     thy praise, and long with houses of four kids lie buried child, and bye The Shah with my tear     to the ouerthrowe. And they boated at mornings went to arrest thy more, but a dreaming:     and sacred Right that I bleeding like

to end. Be the mountain her Jewel of the Princess,     six feet of Love or a simplest Lute, placed, and purple orchestra warm stove. Nor thy face     out shore, through in all you requisite face, bringing coloured evening with place, here was, had     a morning—the tears down its lonely,

i, a love should obey a shaken me awake     with little infant’s bonie face vnarmed life’s great light, in the silent seventeen skiing     them orphans of caress it said, our soul is arrowy to the soul is, and he’s right     decrees: or bid it language that Stellaes

seede, such close—at last clear’d she else. Our upstairs     his round the next are shining me. Desire; they comes to cover me—me, thus he spoken,     yet whence I wondering wan and no wave of common gentle Maud and Rights as dew     of roses taint, and our dearest, for

wholesome home, he doeth make him come see, back’d by thy     posies soon shall? Beyond, you scorne: he brother just as it were awake unto none, in     true, my Highland lately kiss, and from time mine arm, most mad and favor that fidgets beyond,     you this godhead of the delight;

my life, my father. Gracious proue and real speed, being     is deare, hys pleasured it denied. Like as, the garden where she laid her daintiest     minds outrun their arms; they would go, piping looked out of the same song between the den and     in evermore. The pink and grief be

done, but each in the sky, or sometimes of tomorrow     by the beams dance and we will know, and he were be in life’s ear and redress that keeps     its separably linkes oft in the tide? My business taketh disdain in the window’s     benighted ha’, his virtue

triumphed, or whose Minds a joy in the windshield—and,     her sharply stop, and your rudenesse compare? Ne durst againe his frowns the dive bar and     each on her blown rain, will say whatever I should go: perhaps much waits in the flying     far peace who building and dark, and lassie,

O. Nor mettled over and rills in the     watery glass eye. She shrieks and dropping floor, and take these, how faine waies of the dull a     sinecure as gold or Nature’s genial genitors, sleave-silk flies, but sometimes anger to     be straight to flie; I must not take for

the blue eyes loll white as a parish specially after     him the windows keep his residence, intent upon E in all that free and come     there the colours there. The Soul crazed, but ioy: or if such ugliness? On me, these raspberries     fair, her present store; and hast the

Dorian watercresses, and my father lip,     whiskey, on the earth enfolds clear; and I, but now what. I’m welcome as ages upon     the child is full many of them quick to you a debt, that holy prelate pray the mute     still the heard of Ladies since which her

daintie Damsells me, haue harts for a centuries of     being made vs meriment. Sing in ancient rosaries, oh misery my song     that I fall from me. His last did lifting under gore, here was altogether to catch     the circle, the better just to the

dead man of her, nights of old Sunday even boast     the pen in notes likely Like doesn’t complain English as rich in the leaves me because I     better angels watch did follow out and shadow, when it grew a firm post-obit on     posterity. And grief its here, through

the grand multitude and he no more it only     the beast and make grief for the first. To glass eye. Into two and the boy bringe: ich am     in his either cattle are strewn—so have one in the misery! Her verdure, certain     go, what the tiles, and petty were, at

all.-Top would be. Inside them of thy sweet dim light     were: nor blunting sweet the burden of new-found land doom takes the foot there sits love me and     beauteous heap of each These are no giraffes. The least once of me! Of stone, and a burning     shame, but I know no mortal in his

mouth and say, the wild voice, and flip-flops. Way that stuck     in truth in battle keen’—but to recedent she’s but a toy to the room waits in the     morningless all in vain to faults assured and both rocks grow old together for there oft     thy word to show his chin and so that

make all creature—auld Nature message to sing no     less. And laws to love, my Highland lassie, O. Some in dool I lickit my memory     is the strict senses clear blue as you come by the gainers such heavily he     Lugar flowers are tutor as they.

                The flowers: but the envious maid silent be.     But her hand had burn’d to the sunny gems on an English air court, and forbid her, next     the third, our body into his Lips

press’d thee. Well knew each has beeswax, his own hunger     and to her? My faint in mine and hether it was to grace. I shall owe you again to     the disappeare; for, I protection.

                Not witchery of dance and rose     crowd, the strong, and to the loss of the monarch and I, the     fallen shut our old saw pronounce, say, the land. Familiar     graces can it be said,

we double row, each forget, may     to love is one the old warrior from birth and lavender     nothingly name, but mine each lily, rose, and hope, to be     recovery. And write

thy shadow of them, as the bride     in my body’s right bridegroom wherefore I smell it, and     blue-bells were express; all the closet. Why not amiss the     blocked treasure never feet

as there from me, when there was the     sun’s life is they ever speak to me the rock, and what I     seek it too soft melody; gone aster of the ground the     cheek reclined thus much was

happy in the small, of art though     the trickling sun restord by thy breathe, and the little through.     Now the great bound with Daffadowndillies: the same. And a     Hierome, by the shy Thames’s

tributes the lovely sights     oppressionists do this strangled tears of the sky: sae warm, let     him up therefore a woman into memorem virgo?     Clever: Walter the loss,

the swan, and wonder who will had     joys no darkness shrowded in my head. ’ The last I know the     Frick which, labouring run warmed ocean’s pausing the crowds, cuckoo’s     parting cry, oh

misery; now why he begot: so     sprong had, nor forgive me kind of May, known to make him that     I do love the cannot speake, perfectly the centre of     Jealousy, that is but

only Laili, ’ yet a Book of     Love or Hate no liberty destroyeth. Hide; when spray biginneth     to joy have sworn an oath from the ensigns of earth the     hours laid by art’s guests, and

to say thou hast toiled gloves a woman     is, protestation marks will had Thyrsis, still, so Stellaes     eyes, in spikes, in loue, or, seeing eyes. The wide eye and     Eve was force—gold, okay?

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A True Jedi ( Bad Batch x Reader )

Warning(s): Grumpy Crosshair. 

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        Meditating had never been your strong suit even after being raised with the Jedi for almost as long as you could remember. You had gotten better at it with time but you still weren't perfect. Some Jedi were great at meditating and could do it for hours. Hours! You were lucky if you could go for even half of that. They said you would get better at it with practice but you were beginning to doubt that. Sure, there was some improvement, but not enough to make you hopeful for your future in meditating. Maybe they were lying just to make you feel better...You wanted to get better, truly, even if it was just to show them that you could. 

        The jerking motion of the ship pulled you from your trance. How long had it been? It wasn't like you timed yourself. Pushing yourself off your bed, you made your way out of your room after grabbing your holopad and went to the front of the ship. It felt less barren now that the boys were here, even if you felt out of place. Luckily, it felt as though the ship agreed with their presence or the force that surrounded the ship anyway. It was not a good thing when a ship didn't like her crew. That could lead to a disaster.

        The boys fell into line with each other easily, all going into position on the ship like it was nothing. It made sense, it was like they were a well-oiled machine. You were a cog being placed where it didn't belong, gumming things up. That's what it felt like anyway. Anywhere you went, it felt like you were in the way. The ship wasn't the biggest and the crew didn't keep it the cleanest, that was to be sure.

        Crosshair was sitting in one of the emergency seats, the bar up and leg thrown over the other to work as a makeshift table. In his hand was the rifle you had seen him with when you first met the group. It obviously had personal modifications to it, some you had never seen anything like before. If the man didn't look like he wanted to kill with every glance, you might have actually thought about asking him about the details of said modifications. Call you curious. 

        Being this close, you could now properly see the markings over his right eye. It looked to be a tattoo or a very intentional scar. It looked to be that of the sight of a gun. Of course, because he was the sniper of the group! That made sense, though it was almost too obvious. He didn't want any subtly when it came to his talent, did he? It just added to his personal terrifying aura. He didn't want to be bothered by others and he had to make sure that he could get that across without any words. 

        To be honest, all of the clones in this squad were rather obvious when it came to their enhancements. Crosshair would be the one who could hide what he did if he wanted to. Perhaps Hunter, but even he made it a bit obvious. Maybe Crosshair wanted to look more out in the open. To say he didn't look different would be an understatement. He was taller than the other regular clones and he surely was paler by a degree.

        You wondered how hard it had been for them growing up. You dealt with many young clones when you were young. How come you had never dealt with them? You would have been around the right age. You focused on clones, even when you were younger, would they not have at least had you meet these strangely enhanced clones at least once while they were growing up? Something didn't seem right there. Would Namid have the answer? That was worth asking about. 

        Tech surprisingly was sitting on the ground with an unknown contraption in his lap. It was a mass of metal and wires and some type of clock-looking device. Unlike the other boys, he still had his helmet on. The zoom contraption was down and was pointed at the machine that was still a work in progress. There was no way to tell what purpose it was supposed to serve from where you were standing. Unlike Cross, Tech might be willing to explain what he was doing to you. He would probably even enjoy it. 

        Wrecker was standing and lifting up some strange-looking droid, up and down, up and down. It looked like a trash can that you might see on Coruscant. You had seen this kind before but you weren't familiar enough with droids to know what kind of model or make it was. This wasn't a kind that you saw a lot. Knowing how you formed attachments to the clones, Namid never allowed you to have a droid companion. They would have done the same with the clones if not for your talents. They knew your weakness when it came to making attachments and Namid had tried to get it under control when you were younger. She really did. 

        The clones weren't supposed to make attachments themselves but that was far less serious than it was for a Jedi. The clones were supposed to follow the Jedi code loosely. It was vastly more important to you. This was how you were raised and expected to be. This was a part of your life. You thought it would get easier as you got older but that was proving to be false. Some liked to call you the Sith Jedi (or Sith Padawan when you were younger) behind your back due to your inability to remove your emotions. You might not have responded in the best way to those taunts, but how were you supposed to?! It led to many cleaning duties and punishment became second nature to you. 

        You simply didn't understand why you couldn't get close to anyone or how they expected you not to? They put you in a Padawanship and then expect you not to form some type of bond with your master that may put you at risk on the battlefield. The basics behind the principle were understandable but you didn't agree with it. You actually thought it was the opposite. Didn't these bonds give you something to fight for? What about the empathy you developed? If you followed the Jedi code directly, then many lives would be lost. You had heard many stories of Anakin and Ahsoka saving lives by breaking the code. Did that not prove that there may be flaws in the rigid code? You dare not bring the point up, lest you be cast out of the order but these thoughts ran havoc in your mind. 

        "Look, the princess is up." Crosshair sneered, but this time you were expecting it. All he got for his efforts was a sigh of annoyance. If you got angry every time he did something, then you would feel nothing else on this mission with this group. Plus, it wasn't even that creative! 

        "Cross..." Hunter growled in warning, body obscured from where he sat in the pilot's seat. 

        "Oh, it's alright." You waved a hand with a smirk on your face, "He's just hoping I'm a princess so I can kiss him and turn that ugly mug of his into a prince's face." 

        "Oh!" Wrecker laughed and moved to hold the droid with one hand, offering his other to give you a high-five. 

        "We share the same face, idiot!" 

        "Yeah, but I wear it better." 

        For the first time on the ship, you didn't feel like the unwanted outsider. For Wrecker, he would be the easiest to gain favor with. He already was proving that as you slapped your palm against his. Being kind seemed to come to him as second nature and even though the two of you got off on the wrong foot, you wouldn't let that ruin the chance of having a successful friendship, or even just a partnership to get this job done successfully. Tech and Hunter you were unsure of, they would each need to take their time. You had to be as open as possible for them as well as try to be flexible with your help. You didn't know if Crosshair ever would and that didn't bother you. One more person not liking you wouldn't hurt your feelings, especially if it was him. To be honest, you didn't like him much either so at least you were even on something. 

        It wasn't important if they liked you, so long as they respected you as their Commander. You outranked them in every way, including experience if they decided to bring that up. Liking the team you were working with always helped a mission go faster and made it less likely to have problems but it wasn't required. You had been a part of many missions where drama was happening on the inside as well as on the battlefield. It made it more difficult but in the end, the job got done. 

        Wrecker and Cross began to argue, just like the first time you had seen them. Did they do this all the time? They seemed to have very clashing personalities, to the very least. As long as it didn't affect the mission and by the reports you had read, it didn't. Hunter could deal with his brothers' drama. It wouldn't be your place to say anything. All you had to do was live with them long enough to do the mission. Master Yoda would then decide if you were to stay assigned to this squad or change positions. Maybe they would assign you somewhere on the 501st. It would be nice to work with Echo and Fives...

        "What are you working on?" You moved to squat down next to Tech, eyes wandering over the object he held in his hands. Even still, that didn't mean you wouldn't be polite while you were here. Plus, you might as well not be bored while traveling. If you really wanted to, you could just pretend Crosshair and Wrecker were just Anakin and Obi-Wan fighting in the background and it really was just like home. 

        "Me?" His head shot up, eyes magnified and bright like the two shining suns on Tatooine. It was hard to keep in a chuckle at the surprised look on his face. Did his brothers really never ask him what he was working on. He seemed like he might get lost in the shuffle of things, though he may like it that way. 

        "Unless the dust-porgs on the ship are creating some unknown machine that we don't know about, then yeah." You offered a smile, leaning back on your hands as you gave him time to explain. No need to rush, there was quite a bit of time left until you even reached the planet of the mission. Once you reached it, you still had to set up base and find the proper timing. You were sure that had to be enough timing for Tech to find the right words. You would hope so. If not, then working out logistics for the future might be a bit harder than you were expecting. 

        Pushing the goggles back up, Tech clears his voice before motioning to the contraption, "This is going to be a timed light bomb, if you want to call it that, which you should since that's what it does. The purpose is in the name, so I'm sure I don't need to explain it to you, but it is a blinding light that will go off at the set time. Whatever time is programmed into the clock, right here. Basically like a regular bomb. Just fewer explosions. And pain. And lost limbs." 

        "What would you use it for?" 

        "It would be a distraction. It would flash a bright light before going out once again. We can decide how quickly we want it to go off, even deciding to hide it somewhere and wait so it doesn't go off until hours have passed. It has multiple uses and I expect it can be very useful for us. Wrecker can be a good distraction but with this, the distraction does not have a chance of getting hurt. Plus, the distraction has less of a chance of messing up because I created it..." Tech mumbled the last part under his breath. 

        "Do you do this all the time?" 

        "What?" He seemed surprised at your question. Two for two. 

        "Make things, do this. Is this what you do during your downtime when you aren't on a mission? Every time I've seen you, you've either been on your holopad or fiddling with something. Do you ever just relax? Spend time not doing anything and allowing yourself to just, you know, be?" 

        "This is relaxing."

        "What do you do when you aren't making things?" 

        "Learning new information or going over previous information so as not to lose the memories of it. Often times I am going over either the mission we are being sent on or information I believe will be relevant. That is my job as part of the batch. I am the informant, it is my specialty, after all." In his eyes, there was nothing but sincerity. Even without him using the words, you knew what he meant and why he did it. He did it to protect his brothers. It was his part in the group of them all staying safe. 

        "Yeah?" You hummed, glancing up at the ceiling before continuing, "I don't have anything really to do right now. I suppose I could do some light reading myself. Could you send me your mission files and information on your squad's hand signals? It would be beneficial for me to learn them." 

        "I'm certain the squad doesn't expect you to learn them since this could be a temporary placement." Tech set the device down, still picking his holopad up even as he spoke. His actions seemed to go against his words, hands already moving to run crossed the screen. 

        "Whether or not it is a single mission or multiple, as your Commander, I should know how your squad works. It may help even with this single situation." You smiled in his direction, pulling your own holopad from where you had tucked it away in your robes. A notification of files sent popped up, Tech already putting his own away. 

        "Thank you." 

        Pushing yourself back up from the floor, you decided now that you needed a nice place to read said files. You moved toward the front of the ship as Tech went back to finish up on his little project. Wrecker and Cross had finished their argument and you made your way to the cockpit of the ship, leaving the three brothers in the main section. There was a small amount of privacy from the cockpit to the main area due to the number of seats, which is why Hunter probably chose to do Pilot duty. He was staring at the stars, lost in his mind as you walked upfront. 

        "Hey," You were quiet, unsure if he was ready for a lot of sound or not. If he was in his own state of meditation or sensory sensitivity, you wouldn't want to interrupt it or be overwhelming in any way. It was hard to know with this group as they were different from all of the other clones you had worked with in the past. 

        All Hunter gave you was a deep hum, which you took as approval for you to step forward. He would tell you if he didn't want you up here. You would hope so anyway. He was hard to read. From the initial meeting, he seemed to be the most polite out of all the brothers. That could be due to the fact that he was the leader. Maybe he was the oldest? Even if he wasn't, he seemed to take on that role in his head. As the leader of the squad, it was similar to being the oldest in the vod either way.

        You didn't know what it was like to grow up with siblings. You believe you had some before you were taken away from your family to do your Jedi training but you can't remember them very well. Namid told you that your family before wasn't a very good home situation. After being taken in, you could never consider the other padawans your other siblings due to the inconsistency of seeing them. The closest thing you would have to a sibling would be Jester and even he was a unique situation. Even when you were young, there still was always a difference between the two of you. Clone and Jedi. Not just two children. 

        As you grew, you would begin to take on your own missions, just as he would and the two of you would be split. That was where the Clone-Squad 99 differed. They always had each other. You had a support system but you doubted it would be the same when compared to the level of care the brothers shared for each other. Living with them now, you could really feel it. Whenever you spent time with a vod, you could sense the kinship but there was something with this group that felt different. Something that made the ties holding these men together stronger.

        "I was wondering if you would mind some company up here. I was just looking for a place to read. I won't be making any noise, so you don't have to worry about that." You offered a nervous smile down at him, moving the holopad in your hands back and forth to draw attention to the device. 

        He opened one of his eyes to look up at you, taking in everything. His eyebrow was up as he silently asked you what your question was before listening to your answer. The casual demeanor of the Sergeant did make the man look handsome, especially as the stars drifted past and reflected on the window right next to his head. Gesturing with his shoulder, he motioned to the co-pilot's seat. 

        "I don't mind. I've lived with these three for so long, I can deal with anything." Did that suggest he thought you were going to be annoying? Was he trying to comfort you by saying you couldn't do much to annoy him even if you did make noise? Were you overthinking this? Probably. 

        Either way, you weren't going to pass up this opportunity to sit next to him and enjoy this moment. You could either do the reading here or you would have to do it in your room where there were no windows. You enjoyed watching the stars as you flew. You knew some didn't but you did. They were just beautiful and you could never get enough of the shining balls of gas. You liked to think of them as crystals, twinkling. It always reminded you of the cave where you got your kyber crystal...

        Sitting down, it was a bit strange as this would be the seat that Hunter normally would sit in. The seat was big enough for you to pull your knees up close to your chest, a comforting act you have done since you were little. You weren't sure why it started but you kept it to this day. Echo liked to say you could never sit normally. You always had to be perching somewhere or curled up as if you were trying to keep your feet from touching the ground. You liked to call it a Jedi thing but he was quick to call you out on that, saying it surely was just a you thing. 

        As you clicked on the correct file on your holopad, you heard Hunter's voice ring out once more.

        "Thanks, the company will be nice." 

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[writingsbychlo]

sun in the shadows (03)

word count; 12,706

summary; trying to make some headway on the study leads to an interesting revelation, and progress in your friendship with noah.

notes; if this part is a little sucky, I apologise. it was a last minute addition that I created because I realised I wanted to include some extras.

warnings; brief mentions of panic attacks/anxiety, but it’s very mild.

The weather was improving, the drizzle of the winter and the grey skies overhead were getting lighter, the showers of rain were getting less frequent and the winter was moving on. Spring was making itself known, bulbs of daffodils were finally taking root in the soil, and green was sprouting from the earth that had been frozen over and dead only a couple of weeks ago. The watery floors were drying up, limited ice was fading away, and graduation was sitting right on the horizon for you all.

Your fingers flexed around the strap of your bag, rooting through the contents to find a place to slip your file inside, all your notes for the class you’d be having were inside, and there was a blank page for your next session waiting to be filled out. Once it had its place, albeit getting a little bit crumbled against the other content, you removed your wallet, a few coins jingling in the bottom, and you hoped it was enough for two coffees.

There was a coffee stand not too far away, and you were hoping an extra shot of coffee before you went in might get your brain working a little faster. Only a couple of feet ahead of you was a face you recognised, a dark jumper to match dark denim jeans, a pair of boots for motorbike riding that were beginning to scuff along the edges and the toes. He was hanging over his money, a brown bag holding a pretzel and a tall cup, the tell-tale tag of a teabag hanging over the edge, and he walked away.

Joining the back of the line, you watched him go, sitting not far across the quarter with his headphones on, settling on one of the recently repainted memorial benches. He pulled the tab on eh coffee back, opening it up and a cloud of steam left the drink, curling up into the air that still held a slight chill, drifting away to disappear as he blew against the surface of the drink. In his other hand was his phone, scrolling aimlessly on it as a way to keep himself disconnected from everyone else around him and prompt nobody else to join him. His bag was out on the bench too, pushed a short distance from his body in an attempt to take up the rest of the space to deter company.

Ordering a simple set of black coffees, and finding you had just enough change for a muffin too, you waited patiently for your order, an assortment of condiments and the double-chocolate treat you’d paid for being handed to you first. There was a grinding, the slight screech of the machine as it crushed the beans to create two black coffees for you, plastic lids sealed on and two cardboard jackets fastened around them.

Balancing the load between them all, you headed over to him, using your knee to nudge the bag up the bench until it bumped his leg, and he jerked slightly, looking up to see you. Offering him a beam, his narrowed eyes lightened a little, and he sighed. Putting down his phone and moving his bag to the floor, he lifted the headphones away from his ears, and let them hang around his neck. Sitting yourself down, he slumped back into the wood, and you scooted up to sit closer to him, placing the spare coffee you’d bought for Stiles on the floor away from your feet.

“Hey, Noah!” He gave a short nod, still a little uncomfortable, and he turned to face you more. “So, what’s your schedule looking like this afternoon?”

“How did you know I was here?”

You shrugged, opening up the bag of extras and searching through for a couple of sweetener packets, and a wooden stirrer. “I didn’t. I was just gonna’ grab a coffee before class and head to my hall early, because, y’know, studying at home is distracting.” Your hand waved off the statement, finding the packets you wanted, and clutching your cup between your knees for stability. “So, anyway I was going to text you when I got there, but then I saw you, so I figured I’d come and say ‘hey’!”

“Right.”

“So, hey!” You waved a little before taking the top from your coffee, and leaving it on the bench beside yourself. “I ask once again, what’s your schedule looking like this afternoon?”

“Well, since I am the most popular guy at this college, I’m pretty busy.” He smiled a little at his own joke, particularly when you gave him a laugh, and your brow raised.

“Oh, he’s got jokes today, huh? I like it, I can roll with that.” Tipping the sugar into the cup, you added a couple of packets, before stirring it slowly. “I take it you’re free, then. I was hoping we could squeeze in some study stuff this afternoon. I have a class in a couple of minutes, but I wanted to see if you were free?”

“Well, I’m free all day. I had a six AM class.” His face screwed up at the idea, and you could feel his pain, having spent the entirety of your sophomore year with a teacher who held lectures at six AM so she could avoid her morning sickness before class, and rush home for it afterwards. Professor Anderson going off on her maternity leave was the best thing that had happened to your education that year.

“Great, I’ll sort it with Stiles, and we’ll text you the details.”

“Sounds like a thrill. I can hardly wait.” He smiles, the sarcasm just like his brothers as it came through, and you repaid him for the joke with a chuckle. While the two of you had made progress, you could tell he was still a little unsure around you. You were polar opposites and he didn’t take well to that, the atmosphere that you brought with you could be a little too much for him to handle sometimes, you couldn’t stop the guilt that was eating at you a little. “What’s wrong? You’ve got a look on your face like you want to talk about things. Just warning you, I’m not good at that heart-to-heart stuff.”

“Yeah, I’ve witnessed that.”

“Shut it.” He teased, sticking his tongue out at you childishly, and you grinned cheesily in reply to him. “You can tell me, though. Can’t promise I’ll help, but..”

“It’s nothing weighing me down. I just wanted to apologise. I clearly interrupted your free time. You got yourself a little pretzel to eat in silence, and everything.” He offers you a blank look at your slight dig, and you only winked, waving the muffin in a bag that you’d bought, and taking a sip of your coffee once the lid was sealed back on. “People usually like it when I stop by to see them, I wasn’t thinking.”

“It’s okay, really.” His words were strained, the response bringing you no relief as he forced them out, and your frown remained. “I’m serious, okay? It’s alright.”

You were trying your best but learning the lines with Noah was different to you. Upon starting college you’d been thrown in at the deep end of socialisation and a whole world you’d never quite had access to before. Coming from a smaller town that had always limited your expectations was tough, and you’d taken it differently from the way Noah had. You’d had so many experiences, becoming legal to drink and venturing beyond your comfort zone, truly leaving home and facing the idea of having your life laid out before you, the first time truly having your heartbroken, and being too far to simply collapse into the arms of your mom or dad for support when things got messed up.

“When does your class start?” You jumped, lost in your thoughts as you slumped back into the bench, and you sat up straight again, turning to find that Noah was already looking at you, eyes scanning over you slowly. It was a good reminder, time had been slipping away from you and in the ease of his peaceful and quiet company, you could have sat there for hours.

Checking your watch, you sighed, lifting your bag strap back up onto your shoulder more securely, and packing everything you had with you inside, leaving you to hold a coffee cup in each hand. “In about ten minutes.”

“How about I walk you?” He picked up his bag, swinging it over his shoulder, and you nodded, a warmer feeling at his offer blooming where cold guilt had been. Standing up and making sure not to spill any of the scalding coffee onto your hand. Peering around the busy campus quarters that was more filled now than it had been for months, the lighter weather tempting groups to come out of their dormitories and the cafés to gather outside instead.

He fell into step beside you, toes scuffing occasionally on the slightly uneven stonework of the quad, before it fell away into smooth concrete pathways on the way to your lecture. The grass alongside each path was growing greener, dull colour fading away into something brighter. Paper crinkled beside you, the cup of tea in his hands being finished and the cardboard cup was crushed between string fingers, knuckles even paler than usual as he crumpled it up, and as you approach the closest bin, it was disposed of.

Your fingers flexed around your coffee cup, almost having forgotten that it was there as the heat from the two began to fade away a little. Taking a sip, the refreshing burst of sweetened caffeine was like a spark to your system, and you revelled in it. “How do you take your coffee?”

You lower the cup from your lips, swallowing your mouthful, and you couldn't stop the rise of your brows once you turned to look at him. “Creamer, usually. I like a caramel flavoured one. But, since I’m not big on creamer in packets or from street vendors, this one just has sweeteners.”

“Cool.” He nodded, and your lips pressed together tightly to try and contain the smile you wanted to let free, silence forming between you both for a moment, a further gathering of steps as the two of you went on, your building coming into sight again. “Did you watch the news last night?”

“Is this small talk?”

“It’s an attempt at small talk.” He winced, and you chuckled, a small smile on his features as the fear of judgement or humiliation washed away, and he gave a sigh.

“Okay, let's try this.” Your mind spun, searching for a track of something to talk about, and a thought clicked into space. “If you could watch one genre of movies for the rest of your life, what would it be?”

“Comedy. Like, comedy-action. You know, ones like ‘Jumanji’ or something?” He was quick with it, certain about his answer, and you nodded.

“Yeah? That was quick. How come you’re so sure?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged, one hand coming up to hold his bag strap, swinging it to the side to be able to get inside, and fish out the paper bag with a pretzel inside. “I guess I just think they’re good for you. Good for the soul. They have action and it keeps you a little on the edge of your seat, but it’s funny. It's easy-going, when you’ve got anxiety, or you’re having a bad day, or you just want background noise, they’re perfect.”

“Alright. Fair enough. Okay, tricky one.” his eyes narrowed a little, but an amused look passed over his features while he waited. “If you had to choose specifically between comedy and action, which is it?”

“It’s got to be action. Because comedy usually means Adam Sandler or Seth Rogen, and some of their comedies are good, but some are jus-” He paused, jaw dropping a little, and his hand came out, pausing in front of your to bring you to a halt too. A smile curled on your lips, and he looked shocked. “Holy shit, you’re good!”

“Ask a basic question that people are passionate about, it always leads to more options, and everyone always wants to talk about something fun.” His head shook slowly, as though he was in disbelief, and you took a dramatic bow, trying not to spill the coffees in your hands as you giggled. “Give it a go, I bet you can do it.”

The paper in his hands crinkled, your footsteps taking up again, and the two of you were making your way towards the building once again. Taking a bite from his pretzel, a piece torn away with his teeth, he thought it over. “Does your family have any secret or ‘famous’ recipes?”

“Oh, that’s a good one. Kudos to you, Noah.”

“Thank you. I thought about it for, like, eight whole seconds.” He grinned, the joke moving away from you both as you left it behind, and you thought about his question.

“Maybe it’s not my family recipe, just a personal one, but I’m great at making lasagne.” He scoffed, and you nudged him with your elbow. “I’m serious! I make a great lasagne!”

“You don’t seem like a cook to me, is all! You seem like the sort of person who’d manage to burn a pit of water.”

“You can’t burn water, an.. oh, I just got it. You jerk.” It was a joke, your nose screwing up as you stuck your tongue out at him, thanking him a second later as he held the door open for him. The bright lights of the outside changed to artificial lights in the halls, not as much coming through the windows as trees outside managed to cast shade into the building. “Well, I can cook. I love to cook, and I’m good at it. Especially lasagne. My family are generally the only ones who have ever had it, and thanks to that insult, you’ll never have it.”

“Oh, woah, no! You have to let me try it now. Prove me wrong, or I’ll be forced to believe you’re bluffing.”

“You’re sneaky.” You scoffed, students filling the hall and filtering in from different sides of the building, lectures in different halls all waiting to take place, and you stepped to the side of the corridor once your doorway was within reach. “If you’re lucky.”

“I’m betting on that.”

Glancing back, Stiles was already inside, as expected. Stiles Stilinski had never once been on time, he was either twenty minutes early or twenty minutes late, and since he’d spent the night with Derek, who was an early bird, you’d figured which one today would be. His head was slumped on his hm half-asleep and on the verge of drooling as he sat there, and you chuckled, turning to Noah. “Thanks for walking me. Also, thanks for small-talking with me.”

“Thanks for the advice on small talk.”

“I’m gonna’ head inside, but, I’ll see you later, okay?” He nodded, confirming the times with you, and lingering a moment longer. It was quiet, but not so tense, and he rolled on the balls of his fete, the half-eaten pretzel in his hands was seemingly abandoned as one hand tucked into his jeans pockets, the other hanging limply while holding the delicacy by his side.

“Thanks for sitting with me. This wasn’t so bad. It was almost fun.”

“You know, one day, you’re gonna’ tell me you had fun with me. I look forward to that day.” He smirked, your head tipping to the side at the expression.

“If you’re lucky.” He was repeating your own words back to you, and you beamed at the chance. Backing away from him slightly, you fixed him with the cheekiest glance you could as you walked through the doorway.

“I’m betting on it.”

You could hear his laugh once you were gone, into the classroom and beginning to take the steps up to a seat beside Stiles that he’d reserved for you, his bag sitting on it. He’d already gotten his equipment out, notepads and pencil laid out in a somewhat organised mess on top of the desk.

Placing the two coffees down, you moved Stiles bag to the floor, tucking it behind his chair and a soft snore made itself known from him, the boy not doing well with early mornings but he never had, not once in your years of knowing him had he handled it very well, so it was no surprise.

“Opening up your bag, you dropped your notebook down onto the surface with a loud ‘slapping’ sound, and he jerked upwards, flailing as he did, and almost knocking the coffees over. Blinking quickly and shaking sleep away, he looked around, eyes wide as he finally focused on you.

“Jesus Christ, don’t do that.” He chastised you, leaning back in his seat and holding a hand over his heart. “I was dreaming about high school, I thought you were my lacrosse Coach waking me up for falling asleep in class again.”

“Maybe I am.” You winked, slamming a hand down on the counter. “Drop and give me twenty, Stilinski! Right now!”

“Don’t do that, it’s eerily accurate.” He cringed, shuddering a little, before a wide smile replaced the horrified expression that had morphed, and you pushed a coffee over to him. “You brought me a coffee?”

“Yes, I did. It’s bribery.”

“Oh? What am I being bribed for?” He was curious, rooting through the bag of condiments for it and taking the plastic lid from the cup, steam curling out into the air. Taking an ungodly and certainly unhealthy amount of sweetener and sugar packets to load into his coffee.

“Your free time this afternoon. I’m thinking about getting some of my study done, I can get all the work for the next couple of sessions sorted now, but how do you feel about being asked some later?” He tipped them in, a drop of coffee flying up over the edge and landing on the desk as he stirred his drink with vigour, that same hyper excitement that he always had.

“Can’t I just fill them out now?”

“It’d be better if I could get your responses with Noah.” He sighed, rolling his eyes and making a scene of it, but there was a smile that told you he already agreed.

“You should have brought me two coffees, but fine.”

You let out a victorious ‘aha!’, and shook the little brown paper bag that was still sitting on your half of the desk at him. “I also brought you half of a muffin!”

“Only half of a muffin?”

“Well, it was none, but since I didn’t eat it yet and I’d feel bad eating it in front of you, I decided to share it.” You tore it in half, pushing half across the scratched and vandalised wooden surface to him. Crumbs were left along the surface, and Stiles pressed the pad of his finger along them to gather them all up.

“Oh, right. Well, in that case, what I meant was; wow, a full half of a muffin!” He cheered, much more enthusiasm, and you nodded.

“Much better.” At the front of the classroom, your tutor entered, door slamming behind him as he kicked the wedge out from underneath, and his case was placed down on the desk. The room began a hushed quiet, save for the loud slurping of Stiles with his coffee beside you.

“You know,” Your best friend didn’t understand the concept of a whisper, everything he did was more like a dramatic stage whisper on a Broadway show, and a few dirty looks were sent his way. The professor was used to this, a year of experience and advice from previous tutors guiding him to ignore Stiles’ fidgeting and chatter. “You’re going to have to convince Noah to do this.”

Slumping down in your seat a little more, you turned your head to him, nibbling on your half of the muffin. “I already did.”

“What?” This time he was hushed, the man standing at the front near his desk, trying his best to give extra advice to everyone and answer any common questions that he’d been emailed. You’d have to catch the after-class notes in your emails. “When d’you do that?”

“This morning before class. I saw him while getting coffee for you and we walked over.”

Stiles huffed, his brows being pulled together slightly. “Okay. Damn, he was my last free shot at getting the afternoon off.” You grinned, pinching at your friend’s cheek, and he smacked your hand away. “Quit it, I’ve told you not to do that before.”

“In case I pinch your moles off?”

“That's where my power is. My funny is in my moles.” He hissed, only making you laugh more, and you covered your mouth with your hand over his silly superstitions.

“Whatever, freak.”

“Hoe.” He snarked back, and you grinned, punching at his shoulder as best you could from this angle, and he reached up a hand to rub at it. “So, if we’re doing this, I at least want to do it at my place. I’m going out this evening, I gotta’ be ready. Derek’s sisters are coming up to visit.”

“It won’t take long, don’t worry.” He hummed, pulling out his phone and keeping it ducked from view. He was texting his brother, letting him know to be ready, and at what time your class would be ending, giving him a little time to prepare. Opening your book up and flicking to the page you had marked, it was a journal written about the study of the ways that twins raised in different households could grow up similarly, and you were hoping to adopt some of the content for your study.

“So, what’ve you got done so far?”

Stile sighed, flicking open his notebook, and you were shocked by the fact that he was already at the end of it. There were pieces of paper stuck in, a list of book references on one of the tabs down the side of a page, and only a few blank pages left at the back.

“Oh, wow, okay.” You stared at your notebook, barely reaching a quarter of the way through with the notes you’d been making, and it looked like Stiles was ready to start making progress towards a conclusion for his hypothesis. “So, you’ve got a whole lot done, then.”

“Yeah, well, I want to spend as little time in a prison as I possibly can.” He rubbed a hand over his forehead, the pages crammed full of information as he flicked through to find a blank one. “Plus, I didn’t want to go and interview inmates on my own, so I wait until Derek has free time to go with me, and I get as much done in those sessions as I can.”

“You’re gonna’ be done weeks before I am.” You pouted, your pen twirling at the top corner of a page, drawing a collation of pretty flowers to form a border, and he chuckled.

“I have easier test subjects than you do. They’re already guilty and behind bars, they’re more than happy to open up. You’ve gotta’ deal with Noah.”

“That’s true.” You grinned, thinking back on the conversation you’d had with the other twin that morning. When he was alone, it wasn’t so bad, he talked more and he wasn’t so worried about judgements, but as soon as there was someone else who might hear, he completely closed down.

“Hey, seriously, we have ages left. You’re gonna’ be just fine.”

“I’m just freaking out a little bit, because this is the last hurdle, y’know?” He nodded, and you could see whatever it was he was thinking practically swirling in his eyes, because Stiles’ emotions were open to read like a book.

“It’s terrifying. It’s, like, what the hell are we supposed to do when we finish?”

“I don’t know.” Your head dropped to your hands, fingers soothingly rubbing at your temples. A large hand landed on your back, rubbing in comforting circles. “What I do know, though, is that if I don’t get on with coming up with some more content, I’m never gonna’ finish this study in time.”

“Well, put your headphones on and come up with some questions.”

You did as told, plugging your earbuds in and choosing some classical music that would make it easier to concentrate. Opening one of your survey works back up to the page you’d left off at, your eyes began to flicker over the pages, picking out the useful information. Once you had a list built, you had a foundation to work from, questions to create and organise into groups, different sessions being able to come together.

Beside you, Stiles’ hand never seemed to stop rising, a constant dialogue with your tutor as he checked his work and ironed out any kinks in his study. He was also full of chatter and laughter, getting along with everyone around him and asking about their works, making you turn your music up several times just to be able to concentrate. But, by the end of the session, when Stiles was tugging your earbud out and telling you your class was over, you had a solid three pages worth of questions that had been split up into sessions, and ready to be worked through.

“Pack up and get ready to go. I have plans to get ready for.”

Stiles already had his bag in his arms, notebook tucked inside and pens and pencils put away, two empty coffee cups and a muffin wrapper sitting out, which he quickly gathered up, once his bag was on his shoulder. He was gone, walking past you and down to the waste bin at the front of the hall to dispose of them, his fingers tapping idly on his thigh once he was done.

You gathered your belongings, packing them away and curling the wire of your headphones back up neatly, making sure everything had its correct place in your bag, before following him down and out of the steps.

The halls were filled once again, the two of you navigating through crowds to the outside of the building, and you followed him in his diversion across the pathway, all the way to his car. Some students had already left, spaces beginning to empty out as a bottleneck effect took place at the only entrance and exit to this carpark.

“Where’s your car?” The dirty blue jeep was one of the only ones left in the parking lot, Stiles looking around for your vehicle, and you sighed.

“Don’t get me started on that hunk of junk.” You growled, stomping a foot on the floor as Stiles laughed. Opening the driver’s side door, he hopped up inside of it, legs dangling from the chair. “I’m trying not to use it as much. It splutters when it starts up and I have to try it a whole bunch of times, so the less I use it, the closer to graduation we can get before it eventually taps out.”

“You ever think about just getting it fixed?”

“Oh, big words from the man whose engine is held together with duct tape.” Your hand rubbed over the hood of the car, a slightly dusty layer that made you cringe, and you wiped your hand off on your jacket to stop it.

“Touché.” Stiles only smirked. “C’mon, I’ll give you a ride to my place. I’ll be waiting for hours if you walk.”

He slammed his car door once his legs were inside, leaning over the centre console to pop open the passenger side door as you rounded the car, and he was sparking up the car before you were even fully inside. Slamming it shut, he was reversing from his spot as you clipped in your safety belt, swinging his car around, and you gripped onto the edge of the door. “Easy there, fast and furious.”

“Oh, relax. Nobody is around.”

“Except for me, and I’d like to live until graduation.” His eyes rolled, hitting the brakes and flicking on the indicators as he was leaving the parking lot, moving out onto the main roads. There weren’t so many other cars, the mid-afternoon meaning the other students were mostly in class, in bed, or eating their lunch. College was a weird time, and while you’d loved it, you couldn't wait to regain some kind of normality. “Can we swing by my place? I need to swap out my books. I don’t want to carry all these around.”

“Okay, but be quick! I have to be ready by six and out the door by six-thirty. Derek will kill me if I’m late for this.” His fingers were tapping on the steering wheel as he changed direction to head to your place instead of his own. The space between you both was filled with the radio, the simple tunes of classic 70s anthems, the songs Stiles had grown up with, his dad’s favourite records and he played them constantly. He knew all the words, mouthing along and banging his head, pausing occasionally to check the mirrors and the roads between dancing in his seat.

Rolling the window down as he slowed in his approach to the building, afresh air swept into the carbon of the car, the slightly musty smell of the older car was something you’d miss when it was gone. The shade of the concrete cover overhead was chillier than the sunny roads, and he swung himself haphazardly into a parking space.

“I’ll turn the car around and wait here, cool?”

“I won’t take long, promise!” Hopping from the car and closing the door, you leant on the open door frame, and Stiles slouched in his seat, as he usually did. “Lydia and Ally should both be out, so there’s nobody for me to even talk to.”

“Good, because you’re chatty.” He teased, and you flipped him off, a quick walk as you headed away from him to the stairs. Once you were there, you were taking a quick jog up the sets of stairs, headed for your floor, and balancing your books in your arms carefully. Rooting through your bag to find your keys, they were at the bottom, jingling tantalisingly for you to find.

Leaving your books on the countertop of the kitchen, you shifted through them, taking the notebook you needed and leaving the rest, piling them back up and taking them to your bedroom Abandoned on the desk, you rushed to change, throwing on a bigger and warmer jumper to get through the rest of the day, phone in your pocket and a bag on your arm. Passing back through the kitchen, you were ready to grab the notebook and bag you’d left there, keys hanging in the back of the door, and you eyed the freezer.

You’d made a bet, a point to prove, and you were certain that buried somewhere deep in the bottom, you had a frozen lasagne from the last time you’d made it for Allison and Lydia. You had a few spare moments, and so you moved over to the freezer, opening the door and crouching to scan over all the shelves.

Running your fingers over frozen plastic, you searched for the right one. Tinfoil crinkling in the back, behind a bag of dinosaur chicken nuggets and a tray of alcoholic ice cubes, was a tray of lasagne. Pulling it out, the cold chilled your arm, even through the layers of your hoodie, and you used your foot to close the freezer while wrapping the tray in the nearest tea towel for an extra layer.

Placing your notebook over it and holding it in both arms for security, you clicked the latch onto the door, keys in your pocket and bag on your shoulder to let it swing closed behind you.

Stiles saw you coming, his head snapping over to the metal door between the stairwell and the parking lot when it fell open, backing through it and his brows raised. Opening up the passenger side door, he took the lasagne from you when you handed it over, climbing back into the vehicle.

“This is cold. What is it?”

“Lasagne.” You settled it onto your lap once your safety belt was on, folding the towel underneath to keep your lap from getting chilled and painful, and he nodded. The engine was still running, and taking off the brakes, he was pulling out of the space again.

“So, not that I don’t love a home-cooked meal, but I’m going out for dinner. Why the traybake?”

“I have a point to prove to Noah.” You were looking out of the window, but you could feel his gaze on you, making you a little uncomfortable, and you turned to face him. His eyes were flicking between you and the road, brows furrowed, a stare like he was trying to figure you out, before he let it go. “He told me I looked like I couldn't cook, and it’s a battle I’m going to win.”

“Well, alright then. Save me leftovers?”

“We’ll see.” You winked, and he grinned, eyes flicking to the tray in your lap, before back to the road.

It was only a short journey, the distance between your place and Stiles’ building was short for a walk and even shorter in a car, on the edges of campus and conveniently placed, and it had been one of the building blocks of your friendship with him An easily accessible study partner, somewhere to hang out with, someone to walk home with you after a night out, someone to share a cab with, or simply knowing there was a friend so close to you.

“It’s going to be weird not living around the corner from you in just a few months.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” He sighed, pulling into his one building sparking area and it didn’t have the luxury of being covered or underground, it was exposed each flat having allocated parking spaces, and Noah’s bike was parked underneath the shelter, you could see it from here, with a clamp around the wheel and covered from the impending and risky weather of the early months. “I have a feeling that you’ll end up living next door to me someday.”

“You do?”

He parked the car, arm behind your head as he reversed into it, ready to make a quick getaway on the next morning, or this evening, when he would invariably be late. In true Stiles Stilinski style. “Yeah. Especially after I rock whatever gown you want me to wear for being your maid of honour, someday.”

“Lydia is going to fight you for that role.”

“I will fistfight her for it.” He challenged, and you grinned, clambering down from the car as Stiles had parked a little too close to someone else on your side. With your bag on your shoulder and lasagne in one hand, you tried to squeeze around the door without scratching someone else’s paintwork.

Stiles’ arm was slung over your shoulder as you set off toward the building, the elevator being fully functional, and it was a refreshing change not need to take the stairs up to your place, or risk your life in a rickety elevator.

Throwing his keys down on the kitchen counter, they slid all the way across and to the other side, hitting the floor, and he grimaced when you turned to stare at him. “I’ll pick those up later.”

“Uh-huh.” The sounds of video games and music were coming from behind Noah’s door, though it wasn’t fully closed, only pushed halfway, and you hoped that was a sign that he was still in a good mood. Leaving your bag on the edge of the couch that was facing away from you, your hands rubbed together, glancing around at the environment you were still getting used to. “You should put this lasagne in now, so that it’s ready for after the study. Medium heat, leave the full-on tight.”

“Where are you going?”

“To say ‘hey’ to your brother.” Stiles’ face scrunched up, a mumble of ‘good luck’ as he picked up the tray, lifting it over his head to look in at it from underneath. Wandering toward the sounds coming from the hall, you knocked on the edge of the door, pushing it open a second later when you heard the game pause, and the music following it. Leaning on the doorframe, Noah turned to face you, brows raising slightly, and he shifted in his chair. “Hey.”

“Hi. It’s, uh, time for the study stuff, then?”

“Yeah. You okay?” He shrugged, turning back to his game and closing it off, leaning forwards from where he was sat on his bed enough to turn the console off.

“I didn’t realise we’d be doing it here. It feels more personal, somehow.” He had a large hoodie on, comfortable in his own clothes as he wore a baggy and warm outfit, the same way you often had when everything started to feel overwhelming.

“Well, this study is going to get pretty personal.”

“I know that. It’s just that right now, it feels a bit like I’m naked, y’know?” You chuckled, a momentary smile on his face flashing past, and you were glad to see it. “I just feel exposed.”

“This study is gonna’ do that, but I promise that I’ll try and make it as easy as I can. I’ll break it up, I’ll make it comfortable for you, and we’ll stop whenever you’re getting overwhelmed.”

“That’d be great, actually.” His hands rubbed together, sleeves hanging slightly down over his palms, and he looked a whole lot less terrifying right now than he did with the armour of a bike and a leather jacket. “Okay, I’m ready.”

“Good, because I need you in high spirits. I brought a lasagne and I have a point to prove.”

You backed out of the room as he advanced toward you, the door closing and leaving you both standing in the hall, and he smirked down at you a little, a disbelieving expression. “You really brought that?”

“You bet I did. It’ll be ready by the time we finish.”

“Then I guess we’d better get started, huh?” He hopped over the back of the couch, settling in beside his brother, who scowled at him as his drink spilt down his shirt from the impact. Taking a seat on the other side of them both, your legs folded underneath yourself in the armchair, finding a glass of water laid out for yourself on the table, courtesy of Stiles.

They looked so different and yet so similar in this moment. You could understand how people may have confused the two of them before their styles became so radically different. In the beginning, before Noah turned to leather and a sleeve tattoo, when they both wore hoodies and band tees and had clean pale skin. With the sleeve of tattoos covered, and the pair both wearing hoodies, one with an etching across the front and the other with a faded logo from being washed one too many times,

Laying out your books, it was more of a note you’d keep to yourself, and following from that was your recorder, coated in the front pocket of your bag so as not to get crushed. Switching it on at the side, the red light flashed on to green blinking once to let you know it was active. “Can you guys do your confirmations for me while I get set up?”

“Surely can.” Stiles sat forwards, leaning down a little with his forearms braced across his knees, as opposed to Noah, who slumped back into the cushion. “Stiles Stilinski, happy to be recorded.”

“Noah Stilinski, aware of being recorded.” Stiles rolled his eyes at his brother’s dead tone, clearly not having as much fun as Stiles was, but you didn’t blame him.

“Okay, so, why don’t you guys tell me what it’s like to live together at college.” There was a beat of silence, and then a set of matching laughs from both of them, the two starting at one another. There was a look between them, one you didn’t quite understand, and it seemed like some kind of twin-telepathy communication.

“It’s, like, exactly the same as when we were in high school.”

“Uh, what?” Stiles interjected, and Noah turned to look at him. “It’s nothing like high school!”

“Yes, it is!” Noah insisted, and you smirked, picking up your water and taking a sip as the two stared in shock at one another. “We lived together in high school, we played video games, I did all the cooking and you did all the cleaning while dad was at work. The only thing that is different is that we can’t cheat from one another’s homework anymore.”

“We don’t drive to school together anymore, we’re on opposite sides of campus!”

“That so doesn’t count.” Noah scoffed, and Stiles twisted on the couch, his hand gestures much more emphasised than that of his brother’s and you watched the debate go down. “You can’t name any more than that.”

“I take that as a challenge.” Stiles’ head rolled side to side. “Our schedules don’t match up anymore, and we haven’t had our usual movie nights in almost six months now. I can’t bring Derek over because your room is right across from mine-”

“My room was across the hall from you at home. You just didn’t date in high school or have anyone to bring home.”

“Low-blow. Unlike some people, I didn’t want to traumatise my brother in high school by bringing someone home, for that.” Stiles reached out mid-sentence, swatting at his brother’s shoulder, before continuing; “Uh, let's see. Oh! We don’t talk anymore, you didn’t ride your motorbike so much at home, you used to ride in the jeep with me. It’s like a totally different world now.”

“I didn’t know you felt like that.” There was a palpable kind of feeling in the air, something between them that was sizzling with electricity, before Stiles sighed.

“It’s no big deal. The difference is just that we’re both so busy now.”

“That was really good, actually. Thanks.” The two seemed to have forgotten you were there, both flinching and turning to face you again, matching sets of honey-coloured eyes in varying shades were fixing on you again. “Speaking of what you said, though, does it ever make it hard for you guys when your class times are so different?”

“Hard to do what?” Stiles squinted at you, face set in a frown that his twin normally wore.

“Hard to hang out, talk, have that whole brotherly bond going on.” Your clarification did little for Stiles, his brows still pulled tight and frown never moving, but Noah’s face smoothed out.

“Oh.. well, I g-”

“Totally.” Noah pressed, and once again, Stiles’ head whipped around to look at his brother. “Don’t look at me like that. You basically said it, anyway. We don’t talk so much anymore. We barely know each other. You don’t even tell me about your podcast, anymore.”

“You never listened!”

“You used to tell me your problems, not broadcast them to the world with jokes and humour! I missed two episodes, and you just stopped keeping me updated on it.” The moodier twin crossed his arms over his chest, and you swallowed thickly at the environment you had unwittingly created. “I don’t know. Just feels like we used to talk a lot more.”

They both went silent, and Noah shot you a pleading look, but there was something darker behind it. It almost felt venomous, angry or defensive, as though to say ‘I told you so’ about it being more personal now that they were home. Stiles was occupying himself with pulling a loose thread on their couch cushion out and making it that much worse, distracting himself from it all. “Well, how about something a little bit lighter. Just some questions about hobbies. Stiles, what inspired you to first start a podcast?”

“Well, as you know, I never stop talking.” He smirked, Noah laughing beside him, and just like that, the awkward air between them both was completely evaporated. “I had a lot to say, I had a lot to get off of my mind. At first, it was just to get my thoughts out there. It was kind of like a recorded journey for myself, and to share with my friends from back home. But, then other people started listening. I thought it was going to be the end of my college social life, a social life that I was developing for the first time ever, and they liked it. I was just talking into a mic and getting things off of my chest, making no sense while telling stories and bitching about my homework and suddenly I had friends. It got a whole lot of followers and I made new friends,”

He paused, offering you a wink for the comment, and you beamed.

“-and I was going to parties, I met my boyfriend at a pep rally, and everything just kinda.. blossomed. The more I got out of it, the more inspired I was to keep going. I ended up making multiple videos a week, all differently themed. Sometimes movie reviews, sometimes songs, sometimes just talking. That’s how ‘Mischief Mic’ was born.”

“Alright. That was awesome.” Stiles bowed as best he could from sitting on the couch, and reached over to take a sip of his drink. “Okay, Noah, have you got any hobbies that you didn’t have in high school that you found when you came to college.”

“Not really.”

“Not even one?” You pushed, and the arms folded over his chest tightened, his gaze going to the floor, socked toes pushing into the twist cable rug. He took his glass, swigging all of it, the water draining from the glass in nervousness, and you could hear the crickets inside your mind chirping to fill the silence that had formed.

“No. Not really. I’m going to get more water, feel free to continue.”

“Uh, okay.” You pressed your pen down into your paper, drawing a line through the question on your paper as you realised you’d have no answer to that question when you listened back on the tape at a later time. “Stiles, back to you, then.”

Your next question came, and went, and Stiles was more than happy to answer them. Occasionally, Noah would answer a question, you’d be able to pin him down long enough to get a straight answer out of him, but there seemed to always be something that he needed to mess with, or fix. Almost half of your questions for him had a line drawn through, and you would have to ask them another time, and get a whole extra session in without Stiles, dragging the study out.

It was going to take you twice as long to get through it all if every time you had to ask them separately, and had to spend your time trying to force him to sit and answer. You were missing half of the information that you needed to be able to compare to Stiles’ answers, you couldn’t answer without them.

The clock ticked by, leaving you with all of your questions for Stiles answered. On a blank page, while Noah had once again been tinkering with something in the kitchen, you’d rewritten up all over the crossed out questions that would still need answers. You had doodled on the corner again, waiting for him to come and sit back down, a collection of hearts and flowers, the occasional bee or ladybug, even a couple of misshaped stars, forming a banner across the top of the page.

When he finally came to sit back down, he huffed, eyes moving to the clock as though he was waiting for this to end just as much as Stiles was, and you gave up.

“Okay, how about we just finish this up?” You had reached the end of your tether, not even bothering with the rest of the questions that were written down for him. “We got almost two hours in, that’s perfect.”

Noah sighed, something like an apology in his look as your eyes met his and he shrugged lightly. Stiles only nodded, eyes flicking up to the clock on the wall, and he was grinning when he came back. Tearing a page out of your notebook for each of them, you passed it over, blank paper sitting before them, and you searched for a pen or pencil in the bottom of your bag for each of them. Placing your pen down before Stiles and a pencil in front of Noah, they both leaned forwards, picking them up. Switching off your recorder and packing it away, you were left with the two staring at you expectantly.

“Okay, Stiles, come fill yours out in the kitchen. You can’t discuss these ones.”

“Oh, some mystery. I like that.” He picked up his paper and pencil, heading over to the kitchen counter, folding the sheet in half as he did, and you nodded. Standing from your place behind the coffee table, your bag slumped a little more from where it had been propped against your leg.

“Okay, I want you both to try self-diagnosing yourself.” Stiles gasped, a little excitement lacing it, and his pencil was already moving over the paper. Noah, however, looked a little lost, looking to you for guidance. “Don’t worry, you don’t need to use professional terms, just, describe what you think, I’ll be able to figure it out, and if I can’t, I’ll ask you about it at some point.”

He nodded, pausing, not quite as eager to get into the activity as Stiles was, before the pencil finally met the paper, and the slow scratching of graphite over paper filled the silence.

Moving away to the kitchen, you searched for plates, and a dish, laying them out on the counter before moving to the oven. A wave of hot air into your face once you pulled the door open, and when it cleared, you search for the kitchen towel you’d brought with you. Wrapping it carefully around the edges of the tray inside, you pulled it out, resting it atop the oven and closing the door back up.

Flicking off the handles, the light inside went dead, and Stiles loomed up behind you. “Smells good!” He presented a piece of paper to you, your eyes flicking over what he’d written once you’d taken it from him, and everything that he’d written about himself seemed completely accurate. It wasn’t a surprising self-evaluation, Stiles had spent almost four years studying this, just like you had, and so it was bound to be accurate and professional. Even if his handwriting looked a little bit like chicken-scratch.

Noah was still working on his, and Stiles was picking at the edges of the tinfoil, trying not to touch the glass of the casserole dish and burn himself, and as soon as he had some foil pinched between his fingers, he was pulling it back. “Wait, Stiles, watch out for the-”

“Fucking steam! Oh, my God, that’s so fucking hot!”

His hand snapped back, half unpeeled as all the steam from inside clouded in the air, and his hand was clutched to his chest. He was glaring at the pot, before moving away and running his hands underneath the cold tap at the sink, his thumb rubbing over wet skin to soothe it.

A second later, Noah was appearing, placing his paper face down on top of Stiles, which now lay on the kitchen counter. “Well, now that I’ve been scalded by pasta, I’m going to go shower and get ready.”

“M’kay.” He backed away, and Noah leaned on the counter beside you.

“Looks good, but does it taste any good, is the question.” The twin you were left with was teasing you, your eyes finding him, and you raised a brow.

“Yeah, yeah. Just get me something to serve it up with, alright?”

He smirked, pulling open the drawer behind him and searching for a serving spoon. Slicing it into pieces, you dished it up for him, a large slab on a plate, still steaming with cheese that had only just stopped bubbling. He grabbed a fork, and one for you too, waiting patiently as you served yourself, and put whatever was left into a dish for Stiles, covering it back up and leaving it to cool.

“Okay, prepare for the best lasagne of your life.”

Picking up the papers and your plate, the two of you moved back to the couch, sitting opposite one another, and you waited with excitement. Taking a piece off of his plate with the edge of his fork, he raised it, blowing cold air over it for a few moments, before taking the bite. There was a tense few moments, while he chewed, face unreadable, before he was swallowing the mouthful.

“Well?”

You couldn’t take the anticipation any longer, a smile on his face at the desperation you showed for his answer, and he gave in. “Alright, alright. This may actually be the best lasagne I have ever had.”

“Yes!” Your hands went up in the air, cheering excitedly and he laughed at your reaction, holding his hand up when you forced him to, palms slamming together in a high-five. He was tucking in again, and you reached for your plate, excited for the meal you had made, Taking a large piece on the tip of your fork, you tucked in.

The sound of Stiles’ shower was running in the background, and he was singing loudly, a song that you were certain was a TV show intro but you’d never seen the show, and there was a chance it was something from Disney Channel. Picking up the pieces of paper again, you turned Noah’s around to face you.

You’d had an expectation, you knew what you thought he was going to write down, and yet you were somehow surprised and entirely not surprised at the same time. It was what you expected but with a twist. He had confidence in what he’d written about himself he was sure of it, and while there were definitely elements that you’d disagree with, there was a lot of truth to it, and you frowned, reading it again.

Noah was watching you do so, the scrape of forks over plates as the lull in chatter came back, and you place the two pieces of paper into the front of your notebook, making sure that it was all sealed tightly away. “Is it alright?”

“It’s just not what I expected from you. But, it’s perfect.”

“That feels like a backhanded compliment.” He smiled softly, but he looked nervous, and you shook your head.

“Not at all, it just means that you have a better grasp on this whole thing than I thought you did.” It was the truth, and while you didn’t want to reveal so much to him about it all without compromising your work, but it made sense. “It just feels like with the way today went, like you weren’t really so interested in it, so I didn’t expect such an accurate self-diagnosis from you.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He sighed, pushing what was left of his food around the plate, and you copied him, appetite dwindling. “It’s just that when you’re here, in my apartment, and you’re asking questions about what changed and making me confront everything, it feels like real therapy. You said it was going to be casual, and this didn’t feel casual.”

“I get it. I really do, and it’s okay. I can just email you the questions you didn’t answer, and you can get around to them whenever you feel up to it, alright?” He nodded, shaking off the evening’s stress. He continued to eat, polishing off the meal that was laid out before him and settling his hands over his stomach once he was finished. There was a satisfied smile on his face, and your empty plate was soon stacking on top of his own. Leaning forwards a little, you caught Noah’s eye, and one of his brows arched up. “I can try to make it more informal, in the future.”

“That would be great, actually.”

You smiled, the consolidation made between the two of you, and your ears picked up on another sound. “Hold on, is Stiles blow-drying his hair?”

“Oh, yeah.” He laughed, head turning to the closed bathroom door where his brother resided. “He thinks it makes his hair fluffy.”

“He gels his hair, though! Why does it matter if it’s fluffy?”

“He’s insane. Don’t you know this, yet?” Noah scoffed, and your giggles carried you back into the rest of the chair as you settled back into it. The evening was still waiting to come in fully. Comfortable quiet fell between you both again, and Noah moved away to take the plates to the kitchen. He left them in the sink, water running to wash them up, before storing Stiles’ lasagne in the fridge.

The aforementioned boy moved from the bathroom to his bedroom, skidding on the floors a little and clutching the towel to his waist as he hurried, making himself late with the extra-long shower and the blowdrying of his hair. Noah was washing up the plates, leaving them to dry on the draining rack, and you took that as your cue. The night was over, that much was clear, and you’d be willing to bet that he was more than eager to get back to his alone time.

Taking your bag and double-checking that you had everything, you swung it up onto your shoulder, and made your way toward the door. Hearing the shuffling of your feet, Noah turned, drying his hands on the towel beside him. “Are you going?”

“Feels like I should. Stiles will be going soon, anyway. I’m sure you have things to do, too.”

“I don’t have anything to do, if I’m being honest.” He cringed at his own words, pulling down the rolled-up sleeves of his hoodie and making his way over to you. Undoing the catch on the door, he pulled it open, leaning against it and you linseed in the doorway.

“Since you’re not doing anything, do you wanna’ get a coffee with me?”

His eyes narrowed, just for a second, and his fingers tapped anxiously on the wood of the door. “As a study subject, or..?”

“As friends.” You confirmed, his lips a thin line for only a second, before pulling up at the sides in a smile.

“Then, yeah. I’d like that.” He looked down, sweatpants and mismatching socks on his lower half, and there was a tint on his cheeks when he looked up. “Just give me two seconds to go change, alright?”

He darted away before you had a chance to reply leaving you there with the words frozen in your throat. Stiles was clattering around behind his own door, and Noah’s door slammed shut, leaving you alone in the doorway. Your hands tapped against your thighs as you waited, bag swinging on your shoulder, and only a second later, one of the doors was opening.

To your surprise, it was Stiles, flapping the flannel on his body to shake out any creases, and he stood before you. Doing a little twirl from where he stood, he began to button it up down his front, looking somewhat smart. It was a nice black and white one, no rips or tears or stains like most of his other ones, and the black stood out prominently against the white, thick patterns with flecks of grey within it.

“How do I look, then?”

“You look great, Sti. I’ve never seen you wear anything so plain before. There’s no colour.”

“Yeah, well, this is a new flannel. It’s my best one, and the skinny jeans are Noah’s. All my skinny jeans are blue or red, it was this or khakis.” He was nervous, resisting the urge to mess with his freshly-styled hair. “The place we’re going to is kinda fancy, but I don’t feel fancy enough for it. I’m gonna’ do something stupid like drop my glass and smash it or make a joke about something dumb.”

“Haven’t you met his family before?” You teased, and he huffed, searching for his keys, and finding them under the counter where he’d never bothered to pick them up from.

“No, not really. I’ve met his mom because she comes to visit a lot, and of course, his little sister, because she’s a sophomore here. But, he has a lot of family. His extended family are coming to graduation, but this is his older sister and his dad, and his uncle, and I’ve never met them before.” His keys were tucked into his back pocket, and his phone followed, your gaze moving over him.

“You got a blazer, Stiles?”

“Uh, yeah. One that my dad made me promise to bring, I wore it to my senior prom.” He shrugged, hands smoothing over his front. “You think I should wear it?”

“Go get it, show me.” He nodded, moving back to his bedroom, and you were waiting for something with orange and blue stripes to come back out, which wouldn’t surprise you. In fact, you’d always imagined Stiles going to his senior prom in a Beetlejuice suit. Noah emerged from the other side of the hall, hangers scraping over their post in a wardrobe as Stiles searched for them. “Did Stiles go to prom in a Beetlejuice suit?”

Noah paused, rolling the edges of his hoodie up, charcoal grey skinny jeans that were only a  few shades lighter than the ones Stiles had stolen from him on his legs, and a pair of his usual scuffled boots. “What?”

He was laughing, loudly, shaking his head to hide his grin. “It’s a legitimate question! I have this mental image of it!”

“Unfortunately, he did not. My dad made us both go in three-piece formal suits. He saved up to have them custom made. Said that every man should have a smart suit.” He shrugged, crouching to start tying the laces on his shoes and Stiles reappeared. Over his shoulders was a dark black suit, crisp collar and pressed edges, and it was a beautiful piece of tailoring.

“You look good, Sti. Very smart, but casual. Like a polished version of your usual self.”

“Yeah? Good enough to meet Derek’s family?” His voice shook, and you wished you could ease him more.

“Totally. You look great.” He thanked you both, and Noah grabbed his wallet from the side, and his house keys, letting them both hang in the front pocket of an oversized hoodie.

“You ready to go?” He offered, hand on the top of the door, and Stiles’ head snapped up again from where he’d been checking his phone, presumably looking for texts from Derek.

“Where are you two going?”

“We’re getting coffee!” You beamed, and Noah nodded, stepping a little further out of the door with you.

“Oh, well, have fun. I’ll text you updates about how it goes. I might need bathroom-break pep-talk during the night.” You waved to him as you went, wishing him ‘good luck’, before the two of you were wandering down the halls. Thumbing the button for the elevator, the doors popped open, and you were stepping inside along with Noah.

“So, you wanna’ show off those new small talk skills to me, then?”

“Okay, okay. Let me think of something.” He hummed under his breath, glancing up to the top of the elevator and looking around at the posters on the walls for inspiration, and he seemed to find one. Turning his attention quickly back to you, you prepared for what he’d found. “Have you listened to any of the student bands? There’s been a lot of them growing, lately.”

“I’ve noticed that, actually.” There were several posters up around the inside of the elevator, different coloured flyers, some on shiny paper and some on smooth matte, varying fonts and designs, it was dizzying. “I haven’t, I’ve never been to see a student band. I should do that before I graduate, though. Have you?”

“I’ve been to a couple.” The door clicked open, the two of you stepping through it. Out into the setting chill of the evening that was threatening to break its way in. He chose the direction you’d be going in, heading toward the coffee shop on the side of campus that had been the first the two of you had met at when beginning the study. “Some of them are good, some of them are kinda’ average. They usually play at the bars on the edges of campus or in the places in the city, the less well-known, kinda’ alternative places. They can be fun.”

“You going out optionally to a night on the town? I’m shocked.”

“Uh, no!” He protested, grinning at you. “I’ve never been for a ‘night on the town’, and I never will. However, going to one of the few small bars around here that aren’t practically a nightclub, to listen to covers of good songs and get a pint without worrying about anyone bothering me or mistaking me for my brother, that’s nice.”

“Okay, well, maybe I’ll go to one sometime.”

“You should, I think you’d have fun.” The two of you weaved between other students, the small talk keeping up between you both as he did his best, and while it was sometimes a little stuttered and stalled, it wasn’t nearly as bad as you had expected. It wasn’t until the two of you had entered the coffee shop that he fell into tight silence again. The crowds, the rush of chatter from other groups gathered around the tables, and the friendly greetings of baristas whose chit-chat diverted to him due to his allegiance with you.

“What are you drinking? My treat.”

“Uh, just a black coffee.” He choked out, eyes flicking over all the boards, so many options up there, and you chuckled.

“Really, just a black coffee?”

“I’ve never really experimented. I just ordered whatever was the quickest and the easiest.” He confessed, already glancing back over his shoulder at the queue that was forming behind you both. “What would you recommend?”

“Hm, well, do you have a sweet tooth?” He only nodded, scratching around his cuticles on one hand and staring down at the flesh growing red, and you took his hand. Lowering it back down to his side, the hand formed a fist, flexed nervously, and you let it go, squeezing comfortingly first. Turning to the barista, she was still waiting patiently, and your eyes moved over the boards overhead. “Two mint and dark chocolate hot cocoas.”

“That sounds really good, actually.” He leaned down, mumbling the words into your ear to make sure you heard the quiet tone over the talk in the small coffee house.

“And, two croissants, too.” She rang it up on the machine, and you leaned in a little closer to her. “Do you have any of the warm and fresh ones straight from the oven?”

“We made a fresh batch about twenty minutes ago, they’re cooling. I’ll get them from the back for you.” She finished it with a wink, passing the card machine over to you once you’d produced your card from your wallet. Swiping it across the reader, you moved to the end of the line, and she moved away to begin preparing your order as someone else took over at the counter.

She was working, creating two beautifully constructed hot chocolates for you both. Placing them down on the counter before you, once they were garnished with chocolate sauce and whipped cream, she disappeared into the back room. Taking one of the ceramic plates with her, you were happy to see her bypass the glass cabinet with the older ones in, and only a moment later, she was coming back. Two fresh croissants on a plate, still warm and soft to the touch, and she handed those over as well.

Noah had been scouting for a place to sit, choosing which was the best one, and he carried both of the drinks while you carried the pastries, guiding you to the seat he’d chosen. It was tucked away in the back, a small loveseat sofa with a low sitting coffee table in front of it, and as soon as the paper cups were down on the surface of the table, he was dropping down into the seat.

“It feels like rush hour on the highway, but with coffee.” He mumbled, and you settled onto the couch beside him passing him his drink over, and he stared at it curiously. “What about the whipped cream. Do I eat that first? Scrape it off? Mix it in?”

“Any of the above.” You grinned, taking a wooden stirrer from the condiments tray in the middle and beginning to stir the cream into your hot chocolate. He placed it down, copying your actions, stirring slowly and trying not to spill any over the edges, but it was an impossible feat to achieve. Sticky droplets left over the edges of your cups and his, creating rings on the table that you had to mop up with tissues. “Okay, try it. This is one of my favourite orders here. It’s bitter because of the dark chocolate, but also sweet. Reminds me of you.”

“Now, that one is a backhanded compliment.” He muttered, taking a sip of the drink, and your lips rubbed together.

“Not everything is a backhanded statement, you know. I didn’t intend for it to be mean, it’s just the truth. You’re all dark and moody, but I can already tell you’re sweet on the inside.” You sipped your drink to finish your statement, and he filled the time where he didn’t know what else to say by pulling a chunk off of his croissant. Chewing on it idly, he settled back into the cushions, and you lifted your legs up to fold underneath yourself as you turned to face him. “Can I ask you a question?”

“You’ve already asked me a lot of questions today.”

“You didn’t answer many, though. You kinda’ have to give me this one.” He scowled falsely, but nodded, licking a flake of pastry from his lower lip. “Not that I think you need it, because personally, I think you’re just fine, but why are you so scared about therapy? The idea of it, anything to do with it, it makes you so closed off. Even more than usual.”

His eyes moved over the room, nervously, before scanning both you and the table, and you put your drink down, holding open palms up to him.

“No recorder, no study. I’m just curious.”

“Okay.” He sighed shakily, and slumped back. “Well, after my mom died, my dad made me and Stiles have therapy when we started acting out. We had a therapist who came to the house, and she was great, don’t get me wrong, but I hated it. I didn’t want her to tell me how to grieve or mourn, and I didn’t want her to tell me how to move on. Stiles needed all the advice he could get, but I didn’t want it. I wanted to do it my own way. Now, the idea of therapy, brings back all those feelings of sadness and pressure and stress.”

“I’m sorry, Noah.” You reached out, rubbing a hand over his shoulder, and his gaze fell to the contact. “Genuine sympathy and sorrow, not just that thing girls do that you hate.”

“Stop hanging things I’ve said over me, I don’t remember half of them. I blackout in social situations.” He grinned, moving past the moment, and you withdrew your touch.

“You know, if it makes you feel any better, I understand the nervousness of being in a study.”

“Yeah?” He picked up the rest of his croissant, a large chunk of it being eaten, as he waited for you.

“Yeah. When I moved here, I was so nervous. I was beginning to take my course and I didn’t really have any friends, and there was a senior who needed freshmen for her study.” Noah grinned, settling in for the story and sipping his drink. “She was doing a study about the difference between kids who travelled far from home for college alone as opposed to those who were still close to home, and whether it impacted social clubs, grades, all that. To be fair, it was an awesome study.”

“It sounds like it.”

You smiled, swirling the cup in your hands to gather any loose powder that may have begun to separate and gather at the bottom. “Well, I got drawn into it. She was a senior, and she was nice. I had no friends yet, I was in a flat-share with Allison and Lydia and three other girls who were all too busy getting adjusted to college themselves. So, this senior, she invited me to a party, and then another one, and suddenly people started wanting to be my friend because I was the freshman who hung out with seniors. I figured it would all drop away when her study ended and she didn’t need me anymore, but by then the whole social hierarchy had done its thing, and there I was.”

You shrugged, and Noah was hiding a shit-eating grin behind his mug. “So, you were just a little freshman lab rat, then?”

You scoffed, your laughter mixing with his, and the two of you were left in subtle amusement. His laughter was cut short, though, brought a rapid halt when a set of legs bumped against your table on the other side, followed by two more behind them.

“Hey, girl!” One of the girls on the cheer team, a lacrosse player behind her and a girl who you recognised from your psychology class texting on her phone. “Saw you over here, wanted to know what your plans for the evening were. We’re going to do some karaoke and get some food, you wanna’ come?”

Your eyes moved to Noah, whose attention was fixed on the floor again, as though the splintering wood was of utmost interest. “Maybe another time. I think we’re good here for now.”

“Oh, you sure? I think it could be super fun, you should both come.” The invitation was now extended to you both, and you shook your head at her despite it.

“Seriously, you should go, if you want to,” Noah whispered, and when you turned back to him now, he’d dared to look up, chewing on a lower lip that would go raw, but he met your gaze.

“No, I’m sure. I’m having fun here.” You held his gaze for a second longer, before turning to her, and confirming your denial, and she smiled, promising to make plans with you soon, before she was walking away. Noah was fidgeting beside you, shuffling in his seat, and you could practically feel the nerves rolling off of him in waves. “I’m serious, Noah. I’m having fun, and I’m perfectly happy here with you, right now.”

He was trying not to grin, a smile that was being bitten back on the inside of his cheek. “Well, for the record, I’m having fun too.”

“What was that?” You cupped your ear, challenging him to repeat it, even though you had heard it perfectly, and by the look on his face, he knew the game you were playing.

“I said I’m having fun. I won’t deny it.”

“Two victories in one day, for this gal. I’m breaking down all your walls, Noah Stilinski.” You poked at his cheek, and he swatted your hand away, taking a bite from your croissant as punishment, and you tried to snatch it back from him.

“Two victories, one loss. You’re not getting this croissant back, now.”

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