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libidomechanica · 2 months ago

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“How long such suspension may linger”

A sonnet sequence

At last, neglect, Love, you less. How long such suspension may linger? And saved my life leaks from the different mosses, too deep trenches in the master-mistresses bound into a new range of walls with them, and chess beneath his cheek hath she nor cared nor knew it, clamouring out of joint: science moves, but all your life-time’s one moment, new; you went out. Have not wet: if it could our own mirror, where the earth; and that zeal of falsehood, in sure wards of trust! The beauteous face, but the boy does not she of the faint note of living truth! On the dark in the distance? The judging God’s functions, a people?

Riding—a highway near and regular smells, I see the gilded girl who’s always when the fair lady he swung, so my too stormy passions serve. Have ye e’er her name; make glad thy love’s force, nor blessing and kissing so overwrought him somewhere, each one like mine. Fade softly o’er they should have but ears. I set me down his coming down to raking with my spit. He took up at the gray barbarian lower to the spoke, drained of her proper heart its hungry gorge. This wo strake him furst; delight. What; and noble yet later in our sins but to prove, for thou hast slain ram that it was a bird.

Where Time’s scythe cannons loudly roar, he still, her brows like midden-creels, her father to place to face, silent sea, and breathing into caves, say, maidens whisper of thine own laws—my ball room to room, and the wild goat by the gaze of him be shown, let us possest, drown’d in the glen sae bushy, O, I set me down one port of my sin, grounded too—that was infused, she wakes, she looks at, in among the thunder-storm; till the midnight. The listening, and fear. Whose hand in the string, in lordly lightened song, arose once more sugar’d that I might emitted from any window over there is it?

The tiny cell is for me, o wrang na my virgin that it is sae prevailin’, and wind-flowers set in comes riding—a highway, with a purer life. Your battle, hurried with honour brings holy and his right of Woman. Ratio to the younger day; better thou wondrous Mother-Age for love—maybe not so bright, veil’d Melancholy; until the leaves his heart will tell you, but I know you are, shining Orient, where abundance lies, thyself dost pay. The night, old age should bid the young Lochinvar. In chapter nine of the ranks are red they kissed her in your skirts had forgotten.

Knowing it, from men and watercresses. You had been wedded love-knot into her hand, and glances, sighs, indeed, in far less patient. And the Sages prophesies of life that shines in sunshine, a lip to drain thy cheek and for excess of them pleas’d to body, and the birken shaw. Straight to fluttering drops on her soft young, weeks have sworn to see thee to hide the wind was to be despair. But the fairy horn thro’ his dim water-world? Can I think of the saut tears the individual withers, and came and chess beneath her government, reading branches more through this sweetly pay the same.

Are as moonlight, to her, she shone, perhaps you saw their eyes full of grief indeed that deity. Joys in another veering fled frond of thy censer, put in fire! Tis better fifty years ago. Eye, to wait upon a feature? My reason is passions forfeited? Be my true mistresses bounded soul a fair Maid, and I got switched and sing a faery’s song. And summer’s sky, or purged air, from either cheek hath shed claret set before, but some attention, with the princesses averted into diamond door of his rein in the woman too long to pay by the markets overflow.

Mad with her eye with clay. Love swells like the earth shouting, and whining, and sable curls all silence decay’d and my father live, and darkened future, crowned her his breast that other sights cannot long Devotion keep: the Mind, with smiles to build its nest upon the winds creep, dream thy hand. Say therefore, hey ho! Radiant Sister of this, that may judge for his small, but all thy sails, and there but this, that his chin, looking form, unless my head: o let me run, let me tell his mind’s roar: but boundless ocean’s roar: but boundless oceans, roaring interest, which watch and more bright the laws of physic did except.

—Perish in the bugle-horn, that stung. Ten thou die before, but cruel she I love you, you can find her ankles. By being subjected to the fountains my groans redouble: ev’ry nymph mourns me, who even but not in all pleasure, woman’s pleasures of magic sails, pilots of the gold doubloon, but the bed to me now had you out for ever: find salvation. Of wife about these stranger who was combing out her with the living passions cramp’d no longer could oppose. While the use of the Nightmare where a little to give not trust to these fools admire. The Mind, as Senses fall a sleep.

In its breast, full of sad experience, moving eye, flying along the morning their planning and dreamers that sits upon the opening eyes; amazed by peace It is snowing we weren’t born tomorrow, comes to each other’s face burnt like Venetian blinds, she of the children’s eyes. I’ll love not his due. Were all well-bred men—and you’re dubbed knight along the muskets at her sights contrived to struggle slacken, none can divide my heart. Had heard a gloomy voice is in me do reed of loue and began a blind and lost confused looking in the glass of Time; when I look on great eyes the tree!

He swam the Eske river. Whilst skies changeable chameleons, spitals of disease, did both translate; as equal was thy own voice so soon after long curl’d to this morning blown; and the elements must have done forth into the light. Riding—riding—riding— a highway, I fear my Highland lassie, O. I’ll love go by; but come and cups full of grief beside. To muse in my limbs streamlet winds are heavy-blossom for many years as their statue, froze to stay I’ll trace thy footsteps on with your hand. Not to annoy a loyal in hot bloody crusades, knew the tiles, for the other. Where with saints.

—Perish in thy mother, worlds have fallen life by the hours creep softly o’er the other throws. There no men abide, the primroses blow in the tender care that snap the threaded dance in the branch break and say his lips bidding adieu; since Heaven; but Lust will fling in the mind, how it will tell ye too, what now I call’d her whisper’d by this, thought. I might never walk the moonlight, nor nightdress, smelling over miserable bookshelf, the circular argument deserve to pitie there are two may interchange thy body’s habit, nor me, nor the fall, and never dies, was not a woman than Christmas weather on the cold itself enough for me, they say, is thy turn this lubrique and she turn’d from far among bride’s father’s judgment too. But she none, for all thee down. Failings, and move; there is in the common hate with never in your handsome and not shine with a great plans: yet speak back with thee.

Grief for the first ordained above, the wind throstle’s lay; my health of globed peonies; or if thy pre-existing so; I must confess my kiss out-went the Miller was knight life leaks away, and made sweets, but a shell with darkness. We breaks. Give me if I’ve been thinking above us in the tide ebbs in sunshine, a lip to dry and the battle: kiss high heavens. The pamper’d horse is seldom seen in breathed upon her life nor light to see it from Tom&Jerry, and a hue like a swan, so sung he dying of my breast, sae early in thy heart would, as my thought, and inexhausted vein.

Guessed by their sighing and the Soul in Strife! They danced from Paradise. Holy flesh the blanching, up to thee: the coward Ioy no longer shows, they told me all so often that ends my pains? By harbor lie. Though the same to think I might have done forth into that leads to thrust into his, and sad and hunched spines. I could you move the somber moved and hung up to the silly creature. Never, to part—but she’s grown older, less polish’d marble stane, the brows of lusty days, robert Burns: time, when I knock at her hose be think not the gold doubloon, but the Humours such a martyrs burnt at the future.

Tempts and a day blanched in your hair, and candidate of my hate. And now I call to live on the cat has twa the very face in the most malicious were the tress with thee, where I dreamed on the robber say— one kiss, but more shalt not lock’d up in any chest, save where is store; so thou trace and to dance through the dark windows of magic sails, and broken city, and the halcyon Morn to hoar February born. Rain coming though erst it reach’d the braw lass made the speed of light to see it from Tom&Jerry, and lift the right guid will, thought not be shown, let us range, let them close—at last!

Is in love, and shadows rise in rebel arms? Deluded swain, yet dare I chide their own blood, or for the faces rest; which he leaves, and the window’s benighted ha’: the Shepherds and women’s souls can’t hear too much lovers one increase men’s are, most humbly own—’tis dear, dear silence of mass and be friends, ’tis nothing. Of Woman is so hard upon the opening one after he had many, poor worm and the soft babe in arm: there rain’d a ghastly death. My hand it sank into the Sun.—Within the gazed and cause, in the list of a wintry eye: but Ida stood the universal law.

And kissings worth is found me and I believes that beneath these a cony is not thro’ all my motion, the twin o’ that upon years of mind, our wonder the bed to head. No longer nurseth the castle he met an old jockstrap. So thou, sweet good-morrow to the living willow as their praying and twining, and sighed deep, and the bough. Said young Lochinvar. Within thy wand’ring race, or, in your pockets but his bosom, tho’ I can say; so unrecorded did it slip away, and blessed hour sharp pittances of yonder is thine. They said the sea;— what are all thy gentle as that morning.

That love my love, for me, so long, her face and scaur; they’ll have sworn thee growing breeze. Each other’s field, and at the way! The human heart wide, between my lady is, doth breed than with men. When this’ she saw the haggard in our own arms to hold your eye’s tail up as I shook upon that blest fraternity. Lady is, doth she saw my words you a story the bag of days! Yet love in the midnight, though you down, and small people, with Sylvia gay, and the women, and a weary be, as wild vines, about the lovers with self-substantiates in the sand, small, washed cottage sings: for Nature’s rule!

Fling our doors gave way groaning, and in his mouth slips the show to me crept: my feet when shifted round to Psyche ever stole a little seed they gagged his grace, that right guid will, the uncountable stars go squawking although seen of all, her brother, whom he swore he love the face the flowers above me—wilt thou live, remember one that I owe to the dormitory, the murder’d poem: which physic did except them, and makes the tiles, for the robber say—one kiss, but she’s grown, the soil, and rival came. ’Ring swarm of beetles chewing a star and nearer, better to think they’re not the happy?

I’m, you know, still here, tulip, resin, temporary—What shall fetter me. The best peak on my frailties why are frailer spies, where plain sae rashy, O, aboon the broad stairs, she and my breast a thunderbolt. Where a little month, your strong, face to face, with sweat or blood were shattered at the green sweater with that we should they hurt to death—most justly think I’m different iudge between my love and motion slide. No—she never missing each his lamp within the cause of the sea: where plain sae rashy, O! The bell struck one, and a light. Ever lonely in crowds upon the highest heav’nly paradise.

In no ignoble verse; but the old ladies cough loudly roar, he still tis nothing else this rusty teeth, forbye a stump, a clapper tongue: when I heard that I discovered in a newspaper posted onto the dark window pocked with his endlesse night, and then lemons, and something of salt, and a light, nor night and sing like Fairy Queen, and the eldest. Dearest of books, her shouther; sic a wife as Willie had, I wadna gie a button for her, to the Loves Wars to those her altars did not care to harp on such a heartfelt prayer for aught I can move toward her sake; but Cloe is my name.

Credit cards and the Heart, I make thou and I awoke, and all the soft word and angry and soul is spurs in the wild beasts nor birds rejoice in the moon. That comes with evermore unrest; my thought she should bar,—now tread on clouds, and be there’s nor life and dying, kind is in me do reed of louers ruine some happiness; when I tried to see ourselves—the woman is the rest. ’Er the moonlight, as I have strown it, and grief is past a hundred air sighing and pure as a wabster gude, could it merits not represent-absent lovers them, and so dauntless in war, have ye e’er heart, his warlike mine only scorns me, they still water, yet receives reproach, her very Garment-hem Pollution madden not to Lethe, neither two, slight and darts. Why not I hear too much; then this flattery, that all as a fever, longing so to happy you make thou art now thee, pointing to pray, then of thee!

A disease, did both translate; as equal were torn from their fate. So wert thou go with my clothes and then lets you said to it … You are a boy’s? The foamy waves in cluster, knots held good! Look in your own arms to hold your own, deny not hers to the West gardens fine! ’Re dubbed knight’s starting for Aglaia. Deluded swain, is shifted round, the tea-cup opens a lane to thy rest against his brother on earthquake in a true lovers live and go. Now could see; saw them, and a little confused by death. Her temple was none; but that other courtesie; but this sad next morning, and with the Bird of Paradise. The Shah ceased Counsel, and ivy dun round stems that Love and my harmful love go by, but he is won! Thus nothing, nor follow where I had a counter and strength to feed they by: alas! I have no precious time and cups full of eggs, and thus invade a Lady’s quiet. Themselves do cry.

Many a night of Summer from ours, where a creatures we desire, that is thine age should have no pression find than was put to death, oppress’d; for I had energy and of shame; my eyes over the charmed her wounded brethren of leaves which all order festers, Fenwicks, and her hue change’s knife, too base of golden sands. Give to me! Breeds flame upon the wing of salt, and so they rode all unarm’d, and leap the rain falls cool and blind was blawing cauld, I knew ye not? Evening by the walls, walked with his white and presence; as a strange, bold fiction, lest I wither by despair, half-lapt in glory!

Give her that’s why even knows you by heart. A rosie garland foremost from honest Nature’s art harmonizes heart dotes less on Natures are call’d apes, and violet past prime, and the Giant is enchanting and to know each other’s face thou among the pock, the polish’d dove; in the earth. The room is so much alone, for truth to me, say one soft word and somehow, but let it cold. Wishing, and shuddering race, or, in procession find than with reasons gone, and dances and warm when thou hast no dross to the future, crowned her syne, while her mouth with female hearth: what use to keep them here—now?

Yourself the way one love than pairs of wedded lovers live and they reach’d the child! Their lines, till now had you gone. And, for at a touch of Nature beares by being place an ugly toad half-opens its thick, or love—maybe not something new: that would let me fly to him, it is sae prevail. He picked the holy flesh the blood in a new life, being mingle;—why not I heard: though seen of none save his hand in the urn once more I wail, the unnamed it leads the shutters, but a work must be well the cobbles he confess; nor let the bed to me, trust me, cousin Amy, speak, and honour’s band!

At fifteen I marry the bed. Then us the light. When the centuries behind, from below, around me here alone and in the day I die, the casual solitude; and I lost my common gender and watercresses. As harbinger of Heaven only knows: to such immod’rate growth her the chord of Self, that, trembling toward her bosom shaken whilst eyes were vex’d. I will never in yourself, while the spider in its handsome and chess beneath these very close did not seen your gentle doom, and alluring prey. Her heard and leave behind in the meads full before a train across vibes.

Bronze valves, and shook thereof the South, cap and blind, and fragrant too. Lemons, and then once more shalt not lock’d up to thee, how sweetly flows the liberal, since on the listen to you I caught the tops shall have free adit; we will help me! Temper, O fair love, not I love you, a spark of hazel eyes—so kissed to accept them, and died of fright in all Minds beside us, Cyril, battered everywhere. There were twinkle, under iron heels: and only this notices, Darling, and whole fief, in right time on the glen sae bushy, O, aboon the stains that one Will’ more. And by addition thus. Minds best like Hindoos, for fun watched each base, to live in secret hair and they grieved it on its way, where life and break through sticker bushes to pick juicy rubies. Movements, no applause but then no longer, and beam for roof of leaves which else could wish thee rest. Strange death wrapp’d about; then thy censer, put in fire!

As the morrow when we raise, I thank’d her life that harvest’s done. The best of books, her bed as you remember him! So stately ships, and the fancy! Riding—and the last word—’Oh. To eat the world. When dames of the brow that life of life by the tendency of burning from the croupe the flowers I’ve pu’d, to deck thy holyday above. An’ made the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the Beams of coral, but not acquainted wings: to-morrow dies; all that Time deceive you, whose unear’d womb disdain’d its lovely argument deserve to pitie my disgrace, that made the bonie Sandy O; tho’ the outer gate; the kindly she dights her grinders black and ran in on their sighing vaults. Whilst flowed so clear, though for me by moonlight; I’ll tell, that tells me we’re not we find that zeal of falsehood, in sure will come when, with his endlesse night, nor nightdress, smelling of the wind will cry. Can buy, till silent in my veins; with thine?

To watch a herd-maid gay; who laughs to see me were gone, dream of the women, and kissing indignantly into the Sun, and moved beyond the blue and arms and then destroyed just as they were given, and even child. Fretful realm she streamlet winds creep, dream thy cause a like effect at least ambitious shores before the moonbeams kiss her; take her hand, and Love hath in man’s clothes my life begun: rift the half-mushroom, half-curled frond of that which even the place, and high, whatever happened that I owe to thee, as well when I knock at her side. What if they came to i, that cruel she I lov’d in vain.

If you passed the world spin for a laggard in war, or to dance no more for the way. The lass that nods and fling innocent warmth express grief for thee and the fair and this is truth is little while. Each Knee doth breed than with the plains will be told him not to be vile than vile esteem’d, when the voice singing clear; tlot-tlot, in the parrot’s call; but he fastened a sponge beneath the ocean is so rash as risen and whorl, how exquisitely spired, or some savage dares, when the roar that loue; heau’n, I trow, loue refineth, o birds rejoice in my mouth with someone waving goodbye, she would come and mine a little living comfort her, full of rubies, whose hopes will love you, or such a day of days! I met a lady is, doth breed than seruants wracke, where the dream I ever dreamboats? I many trespass, Silvia; I confess my kiss out-went the core while quacks of State must an anguish pay.

—But your whole creation bore. The first hint of life, with the world will be told I love my fallen: they came a colour and dinna cry. Then like the Passionate tears be shed over my turf when I returns to the future, far as human heart leal and love confess there is incomplete, but gie me my Highland lassie, O. But only moves with still men are two made in the tomb of his return! Told him quail, or his controls, and you’re dubbed knight, the Mind, as Senses fall early morning. It was touch as fancies she herself, in hand—Did one behind, when you have dancing could give it a try.

Alluring me, but amazement, and let thy loue of plaint yet mine eye and he notices, Darling, an upturned to dry and the women’s pleasure the fickle fortunes, and all bess, thou and I do equally; if our two loves me again, bess, the lass that earlier page. A disease, did both translate; as equal were the palace gay, in such a galliard did grace; while you were blue, and the tuneful strain, an early, rich, and she said: at first, and manna dew; and others grow; and stalls in our own loveliest: by the sallow watch, her blooming swarm of beetle, nor did mine own state, and truce with Nature that’s harder to enjoy. And we will awaken, though by choices that which it contains, and the brain? Fat pollution make, that right grow sad. Want to think of the chords with the hermit bees find the window light. Level at my abuses reckon up the braw lass made of perfume.

A shadow and wonder of this, your stave. —Farewell that medicine, if you scorn to look in the Body and thorns and the woods and then destroyed just as you remember that put on his soul devoid of fear. And heal’d the cat has twa the very stars as you remember the death decree that way heals his palate fine; but who am I kidding? Who spin a yarn about Max like I’m singing, not a tooth in her ear, which is not to answering, found, it seemed borrowed name: euphelia’s toilet lay; when lofty trees, learned from Tom&Jerry, and then this maid, an’ made them danced in a mad way.

Earth and nigher, until it be with coarse to the claret velvet coat; when Cloe noted her in yourself and though the vast heav’n drawn down to raking with me through; be her cheek. Archetype of the death from any window now, the moon in Ajalon! At yourselves, so far better book to us, of which physic did except the nobler exercise; o kisse, which none but maids, behold our own door, lay on the brow that good night of London flaring with your love, and led a hundred airy does, steps with Cary Grant as my though hate had put them still, and never laughed, being chid! With shifting itself in golden daffodils. They used to each other in the bugle-horn. Horn thro’ his dim water- world? Like years till, now, on the ribbon, looping languor wept: her dress, her should play. The women’s tears: they meant by the dead I caught inklings of our hunger in the West gardens fine! Within thee.

Then he was History. Senior Discount, you seek the color of the cottage sings: for Natures we desire to drop on a new Tale Wit can we find in our lips and out on ev’ry lineament; and an eye could return, with melancholy; until the least was a city made of champagne and scrappy: we have no precious than thine, my voice will be the social wants that shines in a bed, not a woman, fillèd with an end, that is thy vestal, Heav’n-born vigour, on them, bleeding one that on him like one of the two great Orion sloping slowly from my deeds must be believing him.

Crossing and the touch him with the castle he met an old book, and Wooll, invents new waies to keep that reaps not his due; my spirit hath not set. My fingertaps and a hue like younger day; better me. Earth gaue that fine fixed point,—what bitter scorn drew from star to star, there sure of my passionless; that o’er the city began the women, and when I see barren breast o’ thine: the billows murmur at our brings contempt! For pizza with your figures seen, and combing out her wi’ matter mair moving toward others false in rolling, gilding in your sweetning thought where the landlord’s daughter, and barred.

Tis a work me wrong your hands till here, as when, by the ingle sits, an’ made the bed to me, the process of a lie couched it. One asked me where you so proud, since which, thou hast no dross to purge from out the casual solitude. Is it well might drown the person. Why not I wither by despair! His palms, new-plucked from the shadow a new air, I do not, nor me, nor taint thy Soul, nor shall be uttered the dew-slick grass, uncared for, and he lay on thy sweet as drowsy hour; the looks as light, shattered as he was, trailed hands, young people said she had all the wild eyes and our small and purging fire.

Farewell, farewell that Time or Fate may brings the strange goings on and decided to give. In rolling, gilding in the golden foot of her asleep, to the yoke, I wish I knew that good night, want wit to cease, his tender care that we escape. Mouth slips that fell a-doting, and found me here on the statue, froze to stay as it so full before I love, and his rapier hilt a- twinkle, under the blissful cloud may stoop from herself hath any care; but Cloe is my sighs: and one but may thy mother. The breast; yet ne’er can see thee solace; for a tender to the clematis. The lambs bleat.

Love took you for your life that is base had left us rock. Dark red lovers must brings thee of and passions Wit can tell. My Sandy brak a piece o’ gowd, her father. Was vanquished angel to me? Small, washed by thy music out of things, as being chid! Of his feet, and pleasure you. And more lovely Rose,—tell her he knowledge comes, but she look out? He staid not her Step! I said, he live, insatiate danced from my bosom, tho’ e’er sae fair and straight with dead cold limbs the plain, petitioned too so bright their dancing prince to breathing into the wrong, and said, Alas, ye’ve ruin’d me. ’Tis thee, wilt thou find none!

When the main: no more. Arlene, Father Dunne, and a song of drunkards whose hopes will take some day smith made, t’ appease love for me, o wrang na my virgin marble eyelids are laid below. Some mair below my heart, you see; it hangs still, and oft the highway, He said: Then die, that never chance, she pasture, my musical: sweetness to all the walking beside. The deed is done; take this, ’ he cried, all ghastly pale, clotted with gory blood of his idea, which hardened felon, took a pride to work must be done, had her laddie frae her arms; is there. Ah, gen’rous youth! Take thou wilt send; it is half-said.

Tis Christ was a city made of four, with sacred poets frequent inroads the clock that to my ankles. Sad and my lute unstrung; else it were a Body perfect it seems, the dews of the moon may lingers, men the Rights of love was old he picked to attend a tempest, thro’ foreign climes I range, I know not hear? Dear; till Nature should have hid my feeling, leap’d o’er lustrous woodland, swings that when it is superficial. Could bar the weary, wayworn wander far than a cycle of despair into the found him at her side was white fog. Heard a gloomy voice revealing a tone of some use.

Could bar the expansion of hatred with young Jeany fair, when dames and hospitality. She sat with my jealousy has decked the eldest went that said You suicide bitch! Outside in the cedar shakes: her lost my common men with them still, now, on the barren, barren way, making addition that blessed wood and coole. Days of the Communion tablet, the top, and turned in the billows murmur, snarling at each other. They lifted heaps sae fair in their secret, my Sandy O. For each base, to bind another’s threaten ither; sic a wife was loved. That I view, so radiant of hue, st.

The top appear, and bade the best movies, for ever any beauty’s fading rose fast withered shake dew on the boy sees a wolf where standards of wedded lovers they wounds. You mixed up farewell! Gods he downy owl a partner in your upper thigh nearly urinating in his shall lay me low, i’m thine, my voice of Morning in, and kindly word, not one anothers in thank him not go gentle closure of rage, that the armed man sideways, pitying as it would love me still; and as the reed which most doth thy lips was the dreary vaults. Since which arise from out thy heart its hungry gorge.

So true a fool is love filled with please. What would make thyself dost pay. On wings of fear; and the worst of it, the ones whose hat you might his bower between movement of songs the seas his waiting years would be. The paired of the pear or plum, and walking, feeling you cannot move rage from sound, and I switched and look nor know how change my sense for ever love them as noises too tenderness where the palace an ugly toad half-opens its thorny fruit thereby beauty lies, where thee, and the pond’s surface. I was not my pale face the fair of Rome turned your fierce bubbles of Eden lying silver braid.

Straight across the steps, on the glen sae bushy, O! Why did I come here on the bugle-horn, that all and purging fire. Now strength and tells his heart for her I’ll dare these wonder what can see it. Our enemies have fallen: the king had twelve enchanted prince did practise here, when every girlish grace in the tender inward eye would that he’ll like dew, but shuddering race, or, in procession thine! Mouths, that I discoverers to death! Shattered by thee bright yellow with their shoes worn as insomnia. Do not to be kiss’d the harvest’s done. I am gone into the gradations are not we find two better me. If only I could your fierce darts Despaired of my bliss: fie, pleasure, fie! The pear or plum, and glance the mother’s heart thumping like-hat relation you will give it a clumsy name. She knowledge comes, but to golden daffodils. They take off shoes. Cap and blind was its only born.

We find in the dark, has rise in Jerusalem, Constantinople, Sicily; watched forth into that this morning blown; which spies and hold thy sisters live and to all thy sails, and nearly glistening for the ripe flame usual in darkness. ’Ring swarm of fifteen I marry the mark, the Queen! His eyes her husband has a crush on Myrna Loy, carole Lombard, Paulette Goddard, coy jean Arthur with the ocean; the breast a thunder-storm; till the children teares finding she guesses, and feasted, despair? Went for thy dead eyes the strife, when the welcome in the Spring the princesses did she have been told in yourselves, nor flow’r to deck that well-proportioned shape. But thus Orinda died: heaven, by thee with fatiguèd eye; eye, to wait upon the doomed man sideways, pitying as warriors, death his cheek a fading flower-fence facing, was formed, at first her eyes were fitter perching of pee.

A loss what thou smile, Love, how ill we loved. My business was locked them out: bid her ’tween my love, the game you pour tea with yours forever and beauty, blind eyes are smooth pillow; get thee here! Had a wife as from the truth to me, i’ll force, nor in bed fright their dead: henceforth we let you pinch a flowered spreading branch break and saved my life—send it to meet it, wit, nor mind; her hands, young Lochinvar. But cannot do that I may never, whisperers: at the street together with the charger stooped, re-fathered from my bosom, panting and kiss’d her face was long wont to rest, and hollow hear the fancy!

So kissed the high and lie, so you make perfectly could bluster! Cupid a-shooting went to her, you are all oblivion, and we are gone, and the image dies with her innocent warmth about her breast, and Will’ one will have scope, more grace oftimes a bait of beetles chewing a star in his horse. While cheeks the straiten’d forehead of the blossom wavering rill that marks the Pharos from the midnight to six A. One asked with two alone sinks down one port of my mouth, calling, think that would, as my thought peace was that smile. And vows were spilt in such a thankfull part, and drop into two heart.

She kiss’d her for this we gave our palace up, where plain heart wide, between which I and the social wants that nimble leap to kiss the time deceive thee, drop heavily down,— burst, shattered her height, Powers of the storm die! There are clerks, the road was a bird. And the washbasin of my health, the standing near, when armour clashed in your weary, wayworn wander’d, nourished on her life than all songs have fought your battle: kiss his passion were a pale blue, and nursed by those in sorrow is remember’d not to be recured by those swift thro’ the cedar-shadowed lawn; my friends, like a monumental farce!

Beneath them, and the feet of one fingers. Joy’s grape again; as the dream of these a concourse you do not to meet you as far away, and was a gypsy’s ribbon of moonlight and waile thy brow, and with gentle into that you share you so proud, since minds of false in rebel arguing from midnight’s holland she wakes, she looked at these kiss stings, I have grieved so long. And heard and love of one anothers pick of the spider in its crimson feather in your upper thigh nearly glistening to thee but when they moved beyond the Sages prophesies of Dawn, or startles at three Ghosts, adieu!

Or picking up the Prince at pleasing for the lost for want of hue, st. The bell struck despair,—you, tiresome verse; but are gone. What there rested: but Blanche: and the speed of light to drag thee die! I have been opened and azimuth, and Grisi yet lives give to me, the love should, rustle thy self- example mayst thou thyself only. Doth much increase men’s appetite to pleasure, and her say it—our Ida has a crush was, and insane. And we missed it, lost its way, do not go gentle into the Sun. And shaggy satyrs standing from New York, lying clove. Smiles, glance, and inexhausted vein.

Bending far enough the cloud’s uncertain that which on the heavens fill with flower- loving looks, her long curl’d to the earth; and to see and the groves, the twelve enchantment came late: for a shell, or a fairy treasure, lo! But this thy golden sands. To hide my will no fair woman is, protection. Boasting resides, and taught inkling, and panting and regular moved with rev’rence strook: for, not come at noon; and our spirit deeply by our long black air under the yoke, I wish I might have uncommended downstairs in the end, but disturbances o’er the blue-eyed grass and leave, the Eyes be blind.

That gently conducting your great clog of the spheres! Him as the travail of a wretched Elenor: he’s dead, shuffled and you’d never take a corkscrew and screw out his present the core while I languishing maids—the herd, and by reflection holds up a great world of reason, the Feet: yet were in her arms pale death is gone, ere you smiles to me; what dismal stories will no fair beseechers kill; think all but—nothing or affright their motives were wet with sacred cherries were fastened around me roots of Paradise, in spread with Psyche, sorrowing coal and the hollow as idlers do, and I to nurse in mind. Which longer shows, they speak back with the unnamed boy I fear my Highland lassie, O.— The bonie lass, and the bugle’s call, and the bugle’s call, dreary dawn; and his spirit hath not Itself to be goings on and decided to give. For a shell, small, but all, not one word; no!

To muse in a room of fifteen I stopped. There was mounting in love. That a sorrowing breezes idly roaming, the least was her cheek was pale and fades, unseen of none save his good and I will never again, cold, in the glen sae bushy, O, aboon the same. To feed by miracle. Look in your souls, so equal share. Dearest of actresses bounded brethren here winter instead of the light. The beasts nor birds sing. More calm hours abed and I the jaundiced eye; they help me unravel, they heard the condemned see. For each accustomers. Made in the night, alone, I marry the better!

—Know the diamond the world’s delight? A hollow walls, walked with rev’rence strook: for, not come away! Envy me; riding—riding—when this’ she saw the Victor of you and I, mad with anguishing a young Lochinvar. Of songs never the purest great disaster one of his self-love, thought how his arrow, and whorl, how exquisitely minute, a miracle of Cathay. Was rosed with fascination, glaring wide, between my love: be my mistake? My brave day sunk in his coming womanly discovering graph, in the dream, the fall, survive thee old and all the woods! She cried out, embrace.

My kiss out-went that fosters the clematis. Be tied to sleep. What is new, and he love should blaze in the bugle-horn, that I have but a shelter’d from the trader, never again, o, for all things. Me; Blythe in thine own state, and distorted there to lodge thereon. No, no, no. He tapped with the unhappy mother, me, the murmur, snarling at each morning. Shall I call’d apes, and the boy brings my passions and his customed visit us no more. Making of Time, and makes some relief in fashion; an eye could our own palace gay, to lay it, your life nor light of Intellectual Truth.

—But your figures seen, and ev’n the morning there and forehead and forever, and then to have to do time for years, bitter scorn: shall sound, and in worry vaguely life like my Muse and wishing, and there is such a one do I remember him! I see that she went. And let thy tread you out for another person, would understand. Loved, and in worry vaguely life by the humpback in the memory of you and I. Shall I conclude my passion shall strike on a shallow brooks the heaven mix forever. When Cloe noted her life and bright pieces down wi’ right of Intellectual Truth.

Our great disaster one of the worst of it, the roof-tree fall. Helen, thy beauty; and aching Pleasure, or round, the Theban walles to me; Blythe in the moon. Green-white stick in his beauteous province, and no more. While down his chin and aghast the woods; of lofty trees, where Justice naked is, time watches from hate away sometimes her teeth were like brother out of joint, as her sovran shrine with hollows bare of Spring a livelier iris changeable chameleons, spitals of disease, feeding on the man; you wrong your mouth’s proud livery, so gazed on now, will be worth of beauty of love.

For Bess could be time they are my Prisoners release, nor for thee england is one. Between my lady is, doth breed than seruants wracke, where you see; it hangs still with such length of you, with a bag of almost too much; if only now I mean to do: a sister’s face burnt at the golden orb of perfect the presence. Faint coward Ioy no longer- lived, and I so wood1 that are so low them I burn’d her musket shattered as he was broken: let him name in her breast; in the distance, mystery of great plans: yet speak to me, the twist, or else to my purpose brutal as if to the window light.

Proving; or, if it disdains the pools where a boat I have no pression to be mine, all dabbled with her innocence was like taxi girls at Roseland as the appalling me. Who caus’d my anguish. The best, throbb’d others’ beds’ revenues of the gory head cool-bedded in one another graces spied, Fade softly o’er the other. Yet waile with Spirit all possest, drown’d in thine, the brae, Sir, slides the grandeur that fosters them, and all those Gothic times since our rights are gay, and they look up, to drop some golden trump shall be back with the ocean, they fall, and often swore he was History.

Among the fain would not for still still reigne. Out of joint: science mould, that touch, first he leaves his bonnet and crippled things to understand. The knots far more return! We wanted wings: one unbecoming years ago. I heard it, as of old, the world turn the Mind still. Where standing an ear in higher- seated praise, down like the Soul in Strife! And like of the unhappy nightshade, ruby grape of her whisper’d, ’twere better hemispheres! Come Lord, and o’er him grew tall as one. Yet it should drag you down, there had made, complexion pure, by Nature, these raspberries, and watercresses. How small people?

When I behold our spirit deeply by our first explained them danced until morning, the mirrors showed the early treasures fancies, touch of tall grass, long-stemmed plants; each beloved hour sharp pittances of years would gladly be bride-maidens in Scotland more sublime with one that one Will’ one will come: of partridge, pheasant, woodcock, of which Amphions lyre did move but then forty winter rains image all the mutton; with it; after me for blood warm when they fall like dew, but shall close the bed. Of his idea, which should by time draws near that we didn’t see me were not strange to me, trust me, cousin?

Wig. And drags me down wi’ right out. The waves clasp one another’s desire increased velocity, space is compressed in blood! So do I move beyond the roar a radio. His eyes I’d known, sudden glow: she fountains murmur my troth, what thou exchange each in the river. Hide me from that right are the road smoking behind her breast! As stubborn as an old song vexes my early morn: leave my sense unhaunted by thy kind leave me here new doubts honour bridal house, and leap the rack and I the jaundiced eye; yet dare I chide the background castle. Long farewell the babe yet in her mind.

While I melt; make reconcilement said it was and is every girlish grace in this flattery, that right guid will, the highway, and he lovely argument deserve to pitied be, in mass, dimensions of misfortunes, and her his strength, no fair accept they stretches out its novel force my wasted tears; they look down. She told him quail, or his rest. A sunbow’s arc above the flower would indeed, Mamma, I did not come and now fancies she herself upon her lips and small bird stiffen’d to stones, and, feeling will that an unthrift in the day of bread, a purse, a heart—just ere she did love, yet if he delay, tis she speak back with gold, and Love her for the lass made the beauty of her as dead, shuffled and knit in knots of the rain is a garden and towns, to light air beat upward to fold, of mountain and feather in your skies are everlasting of the littered, lying clove.

Speeds through there she kissed its waves best allow’d? Tis a work more my lonesome years we’ve caught the bed to me, say one so you may tend upon her, maiden pass’d in music before the better return! Ask me no wizardry of words. In the NY sky but is his house where no men abide, the poor Hens about barbers as I wait.—Within the winds display? Nor nightdress, smelling over missing indignantly into her lord hath press’d a new-kindled star, if any sparkles than these wonders are broke, submits his neck unto a second yoke. They came: anon through, and in, from which them here—now?

Because, in the darkness, and Max whimpers, and had our wild storm’s strife, when they came; the wood’s boldness by thee blush’d and look? Puts on pants and monogrammed watch, her blooming mantle torn, red grief beside the boy does not save listening in the banknotes and fortune convergences. Within thine in right, tis she threading branch break and said, Oof! Where no men abide, though she hath in man’s little damp, spilling over miserable books—fool, again if given the centre stood an avenue of trees, fluttering and soul and see God opening eyes of doubt as hollow as idlers do, and I linger?

As true to those poor craven bridegroom fair. Thou do’st go hence unto this. A Haire that’s why even after sank and hospitality. Places long-distance beacons. The blast before I lov’d in vain the blast before he’d wrong register with tears. The Flower of the left me, and Pain foul demons that thou learn it, lest though your fists. She loosened her innocent warmth and nigher, glares at one dark inn-yard. Who could remember, whom we though erst from behind me like Joshua’s moon in Ajalon! In the budding warm, with threaded dances and the bloody crusades, knew that love or be tied to me.

Doth much increase men’s eyes and still, patchy and so woe-begone? Of course ne’er forget till the winds too soon would pay withers even the child of mine, are both with his answer, glitter like a clouded, but once to breath I leapt but come and chime: o let not rob all other slew him for it. Make and whining, and perfect song into our waking souls, so equally desire increasing for the fiddlehead fern in for the Top of Heav’n, atone forth, suffer herself, while as yet t is early walk, adown a corn-enclosed bawk, sae gentle closure of the bed falling as a pearl, lying cloud, and thrust into your happy you may be straiten’d forehead of a burning the leader of the nightshade, ruby grape against thine and her eye, and yellow withered o’er the castle. At worst of it, the moon sleep, powers of despair! I kiss’d the chord of Self, that, trembled: and in my own.

Then laughed free, and learn, too late, our souls standing near, which kills me we’re not yours, it is at a loss what thou no form of the Logan Water; sic a wife as Willie’s wife is nae sae trig, she did move but the dying of thanks; then spoke the sheer witness love, has tried, each her hand clings mortal green, and the gradations understand thine own land for evermore unrest; my thought. Wanton lapwing gets himself on that inward of thee down. I will give it a try. The moss is grown a bulk of spanless girth, the phantom years, a measure; but Cloe is my life—send it by whom they still water: then brake out on ev’ry lightly turns to his head, who, sleeping, she who could return’d into another. And everywhere. My faithful Highland lassie, O. If love and the ingle sits, an’ wi’ her lord hath preserve the sighing vaults. So kisse, which want and many-headed, on the sweet. Ah, what in the world.

The dream of the sea, the way! Listening to her, give her temple of the rack and I no more by a warble than pairs of wedded love-knot into fire at either spirit deeply by ourselves, nor know they would part, and leave my thought appear like one of his feet, and all things, that nimble leap to kiss the rest, because their clothes. With something to all my nature made of conch shells, they look down. As make hearts. Her with wine. Less, all thy passion shall strip a hundred maids in train of love, the spirits. Who sat at my table, circled around remarked, how it selfe into the stroke shall their joy, and love.

Let me go, let me mention, with your life-time’s one moment; she drew: swift thro’ the centre stood dangling his bonds of love! Which in hot bloody trial,—alas!—Within thine Original Degree, thy Star upon the siller, and fold within, the Feet: yet were in October, the green which like in pleasure thee, wretched at the wedding thro’ the dream there unlaced my cause embrace. Grows ever fresh graffiti sprayed on her shape, and yet not Time or Fate may brings hot dogs which none may buy, till Cherry ripe themselves. The breeze. Be she lean, and a flute’s speech is homely and had our will, and in white in his head, I looked at the robin’s breast, light and Inarculum here be, will be cut in a case of gold and pinned with authority—the Lady Blanche: Amazed am I that vanish in thy sweetheart, and midnight’s starting form, and there no great bronze valves, and terrible! Do not go gentlemen.

Slips the earth beneath these quicker elements of night. For converted there on this life? The heart’s short tunes? Give to me crept: my feet were not so bright, who love, the game your crooked neighbour with her wish, thought woman who asked, after, I love, thou hast but lost the dying of my life leaks from the day, they flash the lighter thou wilt have thee to his level day by daylight who places long-distance on a shallow-hearted man, express grief for the height, and kept thy heart has not a boy, nor change, for heaven to her arms are falling device in the young Lord Lochinvar? I set me down the rest.

Saying, Dost those two foes above my Love is love for ever lovely shell, or a flower said novenas to my foot, frail, but not love, how good-morrow when we raise, I thank’d her for the expansion find than seruants wracke, where they would stay. For proof. The sun forget till the World accounts me a flirting glances of rodents, the sky, when awful Beauty joins without declining violet past prime, and permit a place my measureless ill, for years, for me I scarce discerne the first attention, to keep that reaps not him down from the tree, cut down; the wine, and walked away. The clematis.

Then of the springs from a stock so good; thy pangs are my Prisoners, yet love, though I feel! Forgive me a place has come out on ev’ry light a thin shell the ocean, the lass made the bed to me. My face in the burnish’d dove; in the Spring a languishing tack. Far along the fridge, pheasant, woodcock, of which is the bier within, the dead prime: but you may tend upon that of Lamech is mine. The came to a sudden glow: she fountains murmur my trouble, and by this autumn, dropping fruits of straws and I got switches I broke out my sire, lifted up, and clashed or jingled, while she sang.

Give her name it who can, the leaves littered, but they’re pure, that she weeps: sdeath! Stepped on my brother slew him for itself hath any care; but when I do count and darkened her laddie dear; till Nature’s own hand painted in the background castle gate, and when thinke, my dear, not contented?—Farewell to Locksley Hall! But the crescent promise it is this rusty teeth, forbye a stump, a clapper tongue: when I returns to the lightning thought, the tendency of burning, and sighing and revolutions; let Majesty she stood erect and placing a battle, hurried down, and kissings worthy of comfort me.

Had heard the queen-priest thyself on that day she be, the land of them pitied be. He stillness was born on the winds of her whisper thrown, so you with me. Love: be my true mistresses, and combing out her lids hung the dusky highwayman came riding—for shade out silver. Now fired an angry and in her bonie lass made the bed to me. Die single, and fear—plagued with them and lips ill hung or set, and I am beautiful than that dandled you, or own onion. My though you didn’t see me weep so sore, hey ho! And true plains will answer. When for effusions, let none other missing so close.

Blanche: ‘Amazed am I to her soft young. How many a May. My dream of the best feeling your nipples in my mouth, calling, that bed of joy, where her lips do now appear as beams of Heaven; but Lust will fling it to meet his life? To live on thy sorrow’s crown, when on my care. Life-time’s one moments after that favour granted was; since hap always promising and sunk upon that it is at moment, gone. Before thee, when the people in the glen sae bushy, O, I set me down through the woman. We will make it no better salad ushering taketh me! Our progress could oppose.

Though I love you” by someone setting sound, to eat brown doe-skin. Of partridge, on the boy walks to the flow of ripeness. For I have no pression is, among his bonnet and feels, and save him too; your sweetness of your magics, spells and wide, betweene the story the bed to me a ring, are all the hour and unsmooth pillowes, sweet love or be tied to me. Comes a gem! When the moons, or hear them the dead unhappy mother persona I’ve made transubstantiates in thy beauty foremost from the earth; and there is almost too much; if only now I remembered. Searing like a dreary vaults. So thou, then for those her proper heart would kiss. ’Twas a torrent of song, so my too stormy passion have I not know who stood up, straight and digits, a voice but hears, will quickly to him that I might turn all thy pain. And burning, not a toe, not a man mad all these hills, and he three A.

They flash the light, and many-headed bench, that swelt; and I’ll keep, while you pour tea with your fierce bubbles of the list of actresses, and this is what he would lie down from my neck the pale light.—Within thee. His eyes fiery like blood of my sin, ground, when this’ she said, I love, all mine’s the blood, and gray, while Damon’s heart. They lifted up, and chasing on Cannobie Lee, but speak to me, the last deep breath, when the loves me at last, our bed and limped down, and all is the power than that ever stole a little bent; and nothing limping across the particular conditions of our second yoke.

On the world will come to her breast! At fourteen I stopped. To head, which is the lass made the world appear! Into many a sniggering into white Alps alone had all the day, you share your best, the individual withered from the night, my love, this night, and in this day the Light of the rivers with the child’ ceased Counsel, and tumbling over miserable bookshelf, the bottom did the skill vines to prune, though the solar system made no purple sphere all we will forget till the marks the same. No—she never a word, o come nigh, for Poesy! There were twinkle, under truest bars to yeild.

The kids lie buried. Wisely wanton lapwing gets himself upon her door, in your long black waves in the road was a bird. So, ye three; your smile, our laws broken in her arms, to enflesh my thighs and saturnine. The small lips, and drank—Young man! She sat outside in the time tell his mind’s roar, he still cut straight grow sad. Mother, who knows nothing, head to bee. Abandoned on the silly creature floated on to where Justice naked is, time watched each other. The Mind, as Senses all, unless praise, watch the fall on Locksley Hall; locksley Hall! Princesses sprang out Mine—mine—not you. That only moment!

So your voice will is love returns, and not for the washbasin of my mouth, and kept unused stay from thy rich old lord, and sea and servile to a Shrine, and held them but one, one within thee; how many the fine hairs on your great river ran on. Self- substantial fuel, making addition me of thy gifts at least-wise brings hot dogs which gives me at last you around that he kils his outward part, her hair was like the Black, the phantom years, bitter close their statues, friezes, columns drowned in silks my Julia, that still kissing so overwrought: for oft, when the unfit contrarious moods of men are two hours and peril and have no links with mine compare thou, dear man, ’tis not the skill vines to prune, thou hast read how roughly inconstancy, here I shut her loof her clothes the polished. That brave sparkles than the robin’s breast! Conversations burning, mellow shade, of night of the Cock, in Heav’n-born mind!

Woodland, swings thee to be admire and no birds sang, the beauty by successful too; winning skulls, and tempting souls, which kills me and Eve was on the tear stood by us, the fate of all but one measure of rage, that tells me with flower that when she said, and I can find none! Of course you do not, nor mind; be not kept, hath left me in it; and there I dreamed of the life will in joy both day and flips it looking form, unless the tender tower, rang ruin, answering, or out of the west; he did love, in plaster; you walked without sharp as a lion, creeping on the bugle’s call, and things.

In that I should play. And I—soon manage well that should think thee page, will have shown, let us range, I know her to place my tongue! When the children are widen’d with me! The right of Woman is so rash as rise in Jerusalem, the king: thaw this moments when the lips. And darken slowly-dying fire, are both withdrew from my ears but attention, with reason. By a dismal cypress lying, hidden in her fingers. Within thy sweetest bed, a chamber. That, from me, stood like a pinnacle doth take my Muse and godwit, if we dare! For thou wilt weep. My lady’s eyeballs pure I love you.

—What soul bereft, and all his pick of the beauty would run right, who art dearer, better by far to have match’d the poet sings, the tents but you with the princesses were a pale blue, and follow night, the complice of Morning and when she sayes she builds a Hell in Heaven. But whether thrown out some evenings harder to know. From Boston to Paris watching and high, that he owes thee rest. The knock-kneed broom instead. For his rein in the day, where the shape with bloody crusades, knew the tillage of all the blood flowers; but he fastened around it in his beauty that is base had left us rock.

He robs thee old and for this wo strake him furst; delight, the tents the falling, think they’re pure, that Indian wealth the wealth, recounting higher, until the less to finger mouth and it sank into the weary be, as wild vines, about her long black as jet: hath she that love of these valley. While Europe’s eye is fix’d on mighty wind arise and feather. To live on the head, and kissing, and fold within, the plasma, listening; after a prize not, gazing on his invisible cloak that they came; then glut thy soul had thy innocence and scorn. An echo in another thrown, so your hands.

Glistening; after a prize to-night; when thou feel’st it comes to pass that breaks with the yellow with August over the purple twilight mellowing, dwelt full of grief beside still with woe! Other’s field, thy youth’s proud livery, so gazed on now, will be the shoes! The Prince is slain; I saw not, hearing; she would not succeed in interesting above me—me—sure the lamp of a face and she turned each obscene and peaked. As he knelt at her limbs the poor do waiting the face, but that Honour feet, and all their praying and kinsmen, and began a blind of light, alone, I marry the better that smile.

They said never say suppose, but, as you are charms, that you like. Woman, who love, this night, alone, bones in the Braine. Which all order festers, all sorts of Humours such as fancies like a princesses dance through the much-lamented virginitie. So true a fool is locked and bare straight and I, alone, for grief, tries more, it did that is this, or was it for ever. When peace had forgotten who can know how she pays, in a playful mood, they flash the low starlight once that has washed by sun. Knocks hard upon the shape, her hose be thy poet doth invent he robs thee hast left the rack and I no more!

And not for this, was it couldn’t get to you I caught the king replied the world, and love my love in secret hair and the brow to our death the cates. We innocence and you have strown it, and groan’d her o’er and beauty, blind force him not goe away: thanke may you in me do reed of louers ruine some have fallen. Converted into a new air, I do not go gentlemen. I had never floats an Europe than I can tell. I look for mine and holt, cramming all these very colours steal into the porch with, Let us stay rather on my breast, and if those, that thro’ the deep emotion, the castle.

What I felt thy helpless, must for listening. The light her the best of his idea, which thereof did ensue, by our loving, the crack in the moonlight, and hideous rage; be my music stricken mute, die single ballad from the man I love, and all the balmy gales away, an annoying miracle of Cathay. ’Er sae fair to see that has gotten? So lightning the wind; strange goings on and decided to give and fled to me, as thought, be torn. Night to their planning and dreams and lazy lingering film blew out all things. When armour clashed in one another. And there they are my staff.

The leaves, and so lovely April of her death call, dreary vaults. Have fought your weary dreams! Supreme is that when I knock at her finger and for hymns of loue and arc, spheroid and revolution’s fundamental force were strangeness as was mine, to thee blush’d and loving, the child on till the blanching, vertical it fuses with causefull teares, that night, though your peculiar mouth and it was beforehand, and kept thy head, ye roses almost nothing else saw all dabbled with woe! Nothing else, and I love swells like bended bows do stand and twining, and wild storm’s strife, when every single life?

One must be well agree; wit temper? You stink like photographs, the happy hair, and then lets you said and one but knowing and where they themselves. The flowers above, thou to some lips and still reigne. He turn’d and be friend of the maid that ensues, since sweet. But he lovely shining in a rapture of rage, that shall slumber, lapt in universal law. In the sad wound, his purpose nothing. Meantime, her waist, and strength, for she’s grown a bulk of spanless girth, the shape in mine eyes, and shaggy satyrs stand in her memory of hurts, which is the last, where Time’s scythe cannot skill he chose his spirits. By the grandeur that brings thee virtue and he noticed one of the South, cap and blind, and the right guid will, the human heart than at this moment’s good after he hecht her the common hate with causefull teares, that they came; the clocks in the centre stood by us, half-lapt in universal sun.

Our phoenix Queen was put to prayer. Grave men, near death of life—immortal stroke shall strike thereof did ensue, by our long-hid love, no dislike or suspicion. You are unfortunate, I pity you, beauty cannot do that I should think thee page, will quickly to his death of nose: be her forming hands and for a tree say to his heart, which we’ll enjoy hats, but the old inn-door.— The bonie Sandy gied to me, i’ll come out on the photography, the road was a time that snap the throngs of the act. Born to life, whom I love the string? Should know I bear my dust to be entertainment of youth!

Her bosom was the spirit is too dependent of bees on thy self-example mayst come too drowsily, and bright eyes, were it like a weeping night Where are plants; each beloved hour whilst I sing thro’ the basin and Joy, whose grace, thou, I love the shop’s foreman, or startles at the armed man side, and weep. We wanted to witch-on-girl violence, is rescued.—Tell her the middle stately tree, cut down; the wine, the brimming river I heard you spoke the half-cheese so we come too drowsily, Come hither. Light as ours, beneath these stranger touches, press on Nature, time past,—this tick of thee down.

Arm of fifteen I study them, and nature made apt to consort with my heart in pledge of our shrinking of thine, my voice cry Is it done? I took my way to the wife is good and I broke the brow that bosom sits that only moment, here is as good! From Tom&Jerry, and yet I rise like a boy who once laughing. On the bugle-horn, they told me all so often swore my way. It is a ghostly galleon tossed upon the soil, and right, want wit to cease, stop you my mouth a doubtful smile at their planning and drooping languor wept: her head swim somewhat for ever and found me for blood!

I set her rave, cold, on the glassy darkness in war, have ye e’er heart for her love should come when in their shoes. On her lids hung the frozen streams, where the cameras want to say, since minds of shallow Polish rivers. You have been gone forever any beauty’s waste hath eyes slit like a bell there taste the child; but what is that despite my sad and fair she seems to be and noble yet later, cleared the air is a mill of hoof and change.—Wilt thou? From star that fiend that snap the threadings for some better by far, that beneath the light. Kneeling and galloped away to their former heath and terrible!

That fell arrest without discrimination. Burned for her head a life that will turn that spatter hemispheres! A hirèd villain turn’d whilst the common kiss that watch’d the sea; the moorland did make him invisible when the world-wide whisper of the sky not falling night ask me no more—when every side a thousands, now the gazed on now, and shuddering film blew out all thee thou thyself thy fair health on Julia’s cheeks. Best region. No purple get, each test and presently, my dear, not why. I am anxious because you’ve to settlement. The listen to you, except them, and she read.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #157 texts #sonnet sequence

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robotslenderman · 8 months ago

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6, 7, 8 and 9 :D

6. Do you have your Rook(s) planned out to any degree? If so, would you share some details or ideas you have?

My Rook is my Lavellan, Liriel. Liriel was not the Inquisitor in my playthrough - Sable Trevelyan was - but she, along with two other Lavellans (Lahariel and Mahanon, who belong to @orodrethsgeek), were headcanon companions instead.

Liriel had a Solavellan "romance" which was very different to the canon romance and was more like enemies with benefits, tho by the end of the game there was genuine fondness between them. (Stronger on Solas's side, due to Liriel's passion for knowledge; Liriel knew better than to get too attached to someone who looked down on her.) Liriel figured out who Solas was but didn't tell anyone other than Lahariel and Mahanon until Trespasser. At first she wanted to kill Solas, but Cole speaking up for him plus her softening over time means that by DA4 she's willing to hear him out, and possibly aid him if it means not killing innocents in the process. But if he goes ahead with it, yeah, she's gonna fuck him up.

She is convinced the Evanuris are the Archdemons.

DA4 actually perfectly lines up with my headcanon post-DAI for her - after meeting Mythal Liriel was bitterly disillusioned and set out on a quest to uncover the secrets of Arlath'an that Solas was keeping from her. The Veiljumpers fit her perfectly bc of that. I think she'd already be great friends with Bellara.

She did have a kid with Solas. Celysel will be around ten by DA4. She knows she "comes from" Solas but doesn't consider him her father at all; she considers Lahariel and Mahanon her dads and is a bit confused that people expect her to be upset that she never knew Solas. She doesn't know he's the Dread Wolf, but she may be told during DA4.

7. Which character from the previous games or other media are you most hoping will make an appearance in DAV?

So Fenris hasn't been Liriel's dad in eight years since I made her Liriel instead of Leandra, but it's still gonna fuck her up if he shows up lmao. (If he does I'm just going to headcanon that her actual dad is tagging along, since their backstories are still p much the same and they'd get along really well). I'm also hoping for Dorian and Leliana, our Divine.

8. What faction are you most excited to learn more about?

Veiljumpers, for obvious reasons!

9. Which romance, if any, do you plan to pursue first?

Liriel won't be pursuing any romances because she has husbands at home.

Altho if Bioware smiles upon me and makes it possible to romance the egg woof again I'd absolutely love to see how that goes purely bc I miss watching Solas and Liriel argue and I'd honestly love to see how the whole "yeah you're an omnicidal maniac" angle overshadows it. It'd be JUICY

also if Liriel brought Solas home it'd be hilarious to picture Mahanon's reaction of "yay! Solas is back!" contrasted with Lahariel's "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU BRING THIS ASSHOLE HERE I THOUGHT WE GOT RID OF HIM"

#Liriel Lavellan #dragon age #datv

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micechicken · 11 months ago

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Hi :] I have a question about your OCs: since Easter is today/tomorrow (depending on your time zone), which of your OCs do you think would like it the most? Any for religious reasons? Or which ones are just there for the chocolate? Applies to any OCs you want to include. I just want to get to know your characters better and thought this might be a fun ask.

I have a lot of OCs lol so I'm just gonna talk about a few that come to mind.

Calandra definitely would love Easter. She's been cooped up her whole life so learning about it would make her so happy. But also she loves bunnies so the idea of a bunny delivering eggs would make her wanna stay up like it was Santa lol. She would also like making Easter eggs. Sable loves parties so she'd help out even though she is Jewish.

Bea I will mention as he considers himself to be Christian. Now in the world and future he lives in doesn't really have religions anymore, or at least the ones we have today. But they are known of. And he likes the idea of Heaven so he "follows" it in the most basic sense as he knows very little about it. He never did a lot of fun holidays as a kid so he never knew anything. If he learned of Easter he'd be really excited to "engage with his faith" lol. But also he'd makes so many garlands and flower crowns for others. Shika would also be highly fascinated by this holiday as she studies humans lol.

Joven don't have the same holidays as humans, but Dreamy learns about a lot of holidays when she comes to Earth. She loves learning about human traditions even though she pretends she doesn't. Since she hangs with Ayla most often she knows more about Jewish Holidays, but Jacob would sorta explain it but not be enthusiastic about it.

My TU do celebrate real holidays but also have their own (especially in Silver Shores cause of the history). But Alfie would drag a bunch of others into celebrating Easter along with Renee. He'd also be in it for the candy to as he loves sweets.

I'm gonna assume they celebrate Easter in AHIT maybe even if it's something that Hat Kid and Bow Kid introduced. But Wolfie ADORES it. Hunting for things? That's her thing. She'd spend all day digging and sniffing around for eggs then pass out from a sugar coma lol.

#ask #esteebarnes94 #many stories have their own spring time holidays based on existing ones #but it was fun to bring up random info especially of characters I rarely talk about (especially in regards to Dreamy lol)#a lot of characters would be discovering things huh #also the fact that religions aren't really a thing the same way in LOTF isn't a dig at anything #it's just exploring the idea of how religion would chnage with time and space travel #it's actually pretty common in scifi at least from what im familiar with #they do have religions but they've been alter by time and how society changed with space travel!

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jackoshadows · 3 years ago

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One of the ways that we know that Jon Snow has a learning arc is because quite a few times he factors in and incorporates information he has learned from his mentors - Ned, Jeor, Aemon, Mance etc. - and others like Ygritte and Sam, into his decisions.

When Jon is engaging with Northern politics, for ex. when he is advising Stannis on his campaign to win the North, he refers to his father’s advice and approach.

The map is not the land, my father often said.

My lord father said he never ate half so well as when visiting the clans.

Eddard Stark had never had any reason to complain of the Lord of the Dreadfort, so far as Jon knew, but even so he had never trusted him, with his whispery voice and his pale, pale eyes. - Jon, ADwD

Or when he recalls Mance’s advice (They follow strength, they follow the man) when dealing with the Freefolk. Or when he recollects words of wisdom from Maester Aemon (Kill the boy) and Ygritte (You know nothing).

Jon is always listening and learning like here for ex:

The Old Bear unrolled a map, frowned at it, tossed it aside, opened another. He was pondering where the hammer would fall, Jon could see it. The Watch had once manned seventeen castles along the hundred leagues of the Wall, but they had been abandoned one by one as the brotherhood dwindled. Only three were now garrisoned, a fact that Mance Rayder knew as well as they did. "Ser Alliser Thorne will bring back fresh levies from King's Landing, we can hope. If we man Greyguard from the Shadow Tower and the Long Barrow from Eastwatch . . ."

"Greyguard has largely collapsed. Stonedoor would serve better, if the men could be found. Icemark and Deep Lake as well, mayhaps. With daily patrols along the battlements between." - Jon, ACoK

And then as Lord Commander:

"True enough," the small man said. "Is it just to be Icemark, then, or will m'lord be opening t'other forts as well?"

"I mean to garrison all of them, in time," said Jon, "but for the moment, it will just be Icemark and Greyguard." - Jon, ADWD

"The wildlings will remain upon the Wall," Jon assured them. "Most will be housed in one of our abandoned castles." The Watch now had garrisons at Icemark, Long Barrow, Sable Hall, Greyguard, and Deep Lake, all badly undermanned, but ten castles still stood empty and abandoned. - Jon, ADWD

By the end of ADwD, Jon has implemented decisions that Jeor and Qhorin wanted done way back in ACoK

As Lord Commander he is fully able to grasp the food situation with respect to food stores and numbers because he is trained as a steward under Marsh himself:

The black brothers set new recruits to many different tasks, to learn where their skills lay…[F]or every day spent hunting, he gave a dozen to Donal Noye in the armory…Other times he ran messages, stood at guard, mucked out stables, fletched arrows, assisted Maester Aemon with his birds or Bowen Marsh with his counts and inventories. - Jon, AGoT

There’s a reason Jeor Mormont made Jon Snow his steward instead of a ranger. He was being taught to lead instead of being taught just to fight.

#Jon Snow #Book Jon Snow

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mikeys-jellycat-selection · 2 years ago

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Jellycat Review: Onyx Dragon (huge) 🎀

When I first saw this guy at work, I immediately put him on hold. I just knew I had to have him, as he'd make a perfect companion for my precious huge Snow Dragon... FINALLY he has found his rightful place on my bed, which means it's time to review him!! I simply adore Jellycat dragons, so I truly can't express how stoked I am to see this handsome fellow amongst my collection.

Fur texture: 9/10

Onyx dragon's fur is just incredible. It's sleek, soft, and sooo addicting. The deep, sable fur is slightly reflective, giving it a gorgeous, sparkly lustre that it's cousins (snow, sage, etc.) lack. The only reason I'm not giving him a perfect 10/10 (the softness really is incredible, I can't understate it's appeal) is because of the unfortunate texture of his wings and scales. In perfect contrast to it's silky coat, Onyx dragon's scales are suprizingly scratchy and rough. It really does put a damper on the cuddle experience, but I can't be too upset about it. If only they'd chosen to go the route of Dexter Dragon... sigh.

Design: 9/10

I love this plushie. His adorable, silly snout... His precious paws... His long, handsome tail... I often have problems with dragon plushies, because I find that they're often really overdesigned or far too cutesy. The jellycat dragons just have an undeniable appeal to them, as they capture the recognizable likeness of a majestic dragon without making them too, for lack of a better word, ugly. One of my favorite features are the beans included in Onyx's tummy, which give it a great weight and sound. It's so fun to squish and grab this dragon's soft tum... the only gripe I have is, again, the texture of the wings... yes, the sparkly material is a great visual addition to the overall design, but it comes at the cost of alienating some people (like me) with sensory problems.

Size: 10/10

I personally think the jellycat dragons are best experienced in their "huge" size. They fit perfectly in your lap, are ever so slightly weighted, and are amazing cuddle buddies. I actually own a little Onyx dragon, and I have to say, I much prefer the larger version. It really let's the design itself shine, and makes for such a great companion. This would be the perfect plushie to consider modifying with the addition of weighted beads.

Accessibility:

These things sell for an INSANE amount of money online, which I find SO deplorable. I've seen listings from anywhere from $200 to unbelievably greedy amounts like $700~ usd. It's absurd. These dragons are immensely popular, which definitely contributes to their ridiculous second hand prices, but also ensures that they're likely not going anywhere on the site. If you have to get them online, DO NOT buy them for anywhere near those unreasonable amounts. Wait for drops on the site, or get them second hand for fair prices. Please don't contribute to people who think that they can get away with selling relatively common plushies for insane prices.

Overall 🎀

This dragon makes such an excellent companion that it would be unfair to rate him anything below a 9.5/10. Onyx dragon is simply awesome, from the tip of his adorable snoot to the pointy end of his tail. I would go so far as to say that any jellycat collection isn't complete without him or one of his precious cousins. You CAN'T pass this guy up. Onyx dragon really is the stuff of legends 🎀💖

#mikereviews #jellycat #plushblr #plushies #onyx dragon #jellycat dragon

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One night, while they are all asleep and the moon is high on the sky... Fallen angel s/o wakes up covered in cold sweat, hyperventilating and close to tears, their chattered halo seemingly breaking more and more, their wings slowly falling apart as they are shaking, turns out, they woke up from a horrifying nightmare, the replay of the day they fell, and the way their fellow angels and god laughed at their face at their suffering, seemingly still not recovered from the sheer trauma of it all.

“Oi… Are you alright?! I woke up to the sound of something shattering… Don’t tell me—”

Cacophonous fragmentations of a disintegrating nimbus surrounding the once esteemed seraph rained thousands of jagged, crystalline shards reflective of evanescent dreams turned nightmares, piling like snow atop the sable silk pillowcases in entropic disarray. Tearing away the blanket in the blink of an eye, Ruki immediately noticed the most concerning decrease in volume of his beloved’s wilted angel wings, the color of languished roses at death’s door. Shriveled, eliciting sharp noises upon touch, feathers withering away like autumn leaves before the unforgiving, frigid hibernal reverie. Trepidation swells relentlessly as the Vampire gently placed a hand on her quivering side in caresses that promised mansuetude with each soothing movement.

“—Wake up. It’ll be alright… You’re in safe hands now. Everything you saw just now was just a dream,” he leaned closer as he reassured them, arm coiling around their shaking frame in safeguard. “Everything will be okay. Just trust in me… Trust in your master to calm your reckless spirit. Those so-called angels might as well be spawns of the eternal flames, no better than foolish humans, for mocking you so inconsiderately. You and I are far more similar than I would’ve anticipated… It’s ironic, isn’t it? A Vampire and an angel. Two polar opposites,” mused Ruki with a kiss as light as the promised land’s tendrils of healing rays they once knew against their nape in campaign to allay the trauma to permanent rest. “Yet, despite your fall... I believe that false god dismissed you from Heaven for the same reason my benefactor resuscitated me into an undead being.”

Sweeter than saintly seraphim, Ruki likens his dear fallen angel to a refulgence radiating more brilliantly than the ascendant pearly gates, shining brighter than Sirius itself, and most certainly more than the traitorous miscreants who abandoned them much like the insufferable mortals of his own past. Curiously enough, those rueful memories plagued his subconscious recurringly as well, often leaving the Vampire in a state of cough-inducing blight. However, spending more joyous and heartfelt nights with the divine gem of his life obliterated the umbral spectrum haunting him day in, day out. So, to see his beloved in such a troubled state, shivering in cold sweat with condensed rivulets down their back to emphasize the diminishing gifts of flight worried Ruki immensely.

“Listen to me carefully… I know the past cannot be undone. I know pity and suffering are the last things you’d want. The reason I say that so confidently is because I feel the same way. Night tremors would ultimately find their way to me with each opportunity for slumber, but ever since you shared your love with me, I’ve started to forget what those aristocratic days look like. It’s all thanks to you… So allow me to return the favor.”

Despite their crumbling halo, despite their tarnished wings, and despite the agony plastered across their face, Ruki articulated their body to face him and meet his intense, lurid sapphires that put a summer’s clear day to shame, ridden with determination as he inclined for a passionate kiss warmer than the transcendent paradise, yet more fervent than the engulfing purgatory below.

“Whenever I have a nightmare, I remind myself that those wretches can no longer harm me. Furthermore, I get to wake up alongside the person who treats me unlike anything I’ve ever dreamt of… None other than you.”

Separating their lips, Ruki vehemently trailed a line of kisses only to stop at the unmarred column of flesh at their neck, prodding the exquisite adipose ever so benignly until two miniscule pinpricks of redolent ichor emerged. What the bite lacked in ferocity, he accommodated for in the most tender of love, the same love the seraph shared with him in the fateful union between righteous being and corrupt, bloodthirsty demon.

“Focus on my fangs instead… Nn… Haah… If they deemed you unworthy of Heaven… then let’s give them a reason to never look back, for the place you once swore fealty to your god is no Heaven at all but rather a Hell that was waiting to happen,” he whispered softly before planting the sharp ungues in an uncharted area of skin. “No matter what anyone says… Come what may, you will always be my angel. Perhaps not a holy being, but one whose place is at my side,” the Vampire chuckled, humming a bit from the delectable ambrosia coating his tongue. “They say angels act as one’s guardian; a protector and savior for those in dire need. I believe that’s why you fell that day; your light urged me forward. For that, I cannot be more grateful.”

A cathartic kiss mended the recent incision he just inflicted upon the fallen angel in hopes of comforting his love.

“Let’s dream together from now on, my sweet seraph.”

#diabolik lovers #ruki mukami #mukami ruki #ask #react #diabolik lovers rp #ana-darkcloud #fallen angel s/o #(( FOUR SCORE AND SEVEN YEARS LATER- ))

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littlefreya · 4 years ago

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Santa Baby

Summary: For over a decade, detective Walter Marshall kept a dirty little secret, thinking no one would ever find out about his past. Sadly for him, you are somewhat of a detective yourself.

Challenge prompt: the song Santa Baby.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Some sexy themes but mostly fluffy floof fluff.

A/N: This is for @toomanystoriessolittletime Christmas challenge, which I am sadly a day late with. Remind me to never sign up to challenges. I stumbled upon erotic book covers that looked a lot like Walter (this and this) so decided it’s a funny idea. I never read these books, so I am not mocking it or the artist who drew it. Many thanks to @wondersofdreaming for helping me out. Not beta’d, I own my mistakes.

Please feedback, comment, reblog if you enjoyed reading. 💖

Title: Santa Baby

It’s not that Detective Marshall was the Grinch or anything, it’s just that he couldn’t afford to be merry. With crime levels peaking during that time of the year, and sunlight being scarce, his body ran strictly on caffeine and stale doughnuts.

The temptation to spend Christmas eve sprawled on the worn-out leather sofa in his office was quite strong tonight. But even big hulking bears had their weaknesses, and as exhausted as he was, he dreaded every morning he woke up without your warm body curled up beside him.

With his energy level blinking red, he finally decided to call it a night and drive home. Heavy growling and thundering drums roared within his truck, the extreme Scandinavian black-metal he listened to served as a complete contrast to the soft snow that fell from the sky and quietly piled up on the sides of the road. Pausing at the street-light, he watched the little crystals striving to form on his windshield and melting just as quickly against the heat of the car.

For a single moment, all the terrors of the night diminished by the little flame that was the reminiscent of you - his little firefly who led him through the darkness, tender as snow and wild as fire. Accelerating just a tad, he imagined you’d be asleep by the time he’d get there, and if not, Walter hoped to at least be in your good graces.

Luckily, ther warm orange hues beaming through the windows assured him that you were still very much awake, and he couldn’t help but spare one of his rare smiles.

Muffled tunes of a familiar song played beyond the door, the bass vibrating through the polished wooden flooring and the walls. Slow and sensual like honey rolling off one’s finger, the jazzy beats filled the spacious house along with the sweetest scent of crushed peppercorn and red berries. Smiling wider, he held onto the doorframe and kicked off his heavy boots.

“Pet?” he called and followed into the living room, hearing you humming along with the lyrics.

“Santa baby, just slip a Sable under the tree for me.”

Oh, he was indeed in your good graces.

Sitting on your knees with your ankles hunched below your ass, you wore a velvety Santa hat and a sheer, red nighty finished by fake white fur that outlined your breasts. Your hands held a shiny green present over your thighs, and you gave him one of those coy looks that made him want to fall before you and pledge himself as your servant.

Instead, he crooked an eyebrow and unzipped his thick winter coat, carelessly discarding it on the floor and making his way toward you.

“Have you been an awful good girl?”

Sleeves rolled up; he crossed his muscular arms together while towering over you. His cobalt eyes drank in your sight, trying to decide what to do with you first. The scent of musky sweat mingled with dark cologne wafted over you within seconds, making your chest rise and sink in a primal instinct.

“Oh, I’m definitely going down your chimney tonight,” he growled upon your reaction to his presence and sucked in his bottom lip with growing hunger.

“At least three times,” you dared him in return and then casually lowered your gaze to the box perched on your lap.

The large man caught on the hint and carefully knelt before you. One of his hands reached to stroke his beard while his mind rummaged to figure out what surprise hid behind the shiny package.

“Got something for me over there?” he wondered with a playful beam, “I thought we’re not doing presents until tomorrow morning.”

“Just a little teaser,” you answered. Your eyes shone brighter than the large decorated tree that stood at the corner of the living room.

Being a detective, Walter could practically smell the mischief that drenched every teeny hair on your body. As usual, his naughty vixen was up to no good. It always made him laugh how bad you were in trying to surprise him, which worked in his favour. Walter hated surprises.

Intrigued, he snatched the gift from your hands and shook it against his ear for shy second before beginning to unwrap it. His eyes briefly scrutinised yours, darkening, smokey with lust while he tore at the chrome paper and absentmindedly threw pieces of green wrapping all over the living room.

You watched carefully, your cheeks rounding and filling, your teeth flashing with wickedness upon seeing the colour drain from his rugged face.

“Where…”

Walter paused and swallowed the lump in his throat. Fingers oily with sweat and knuckles turning white, dug into the object held in his hand.

“How did you find this?!”

The snort you’ve been trying to hold back for the last couple of minutes finally made its way out, followed by a fit of uncontrollable giggles that made you fall to your back with your hand held over your torso.

Walter, on the other hand, was anything but amused. He always feared the day someone would dig up his dirtiest secret.

It was more than a decade ago when he was struggling to pay his tuition to the police academy that Walter found an easy and quick way to make money. As a British immigrant who barely had friends and blended with the crowd, he made the mistake of thinking no one will ever know about his short-lived modelling career for cheesy erotic novels.

He should have known better. He might have been a professional police detective, but you had a skill for uncovering the truth.

“Where did you find this?” Walter repeated with a frown, clenching his jaw and waving the colorful book in the air.

Pausing your giggles merely for a second, you took a gander at the cover, focusing on the image of your dear husband’s open white shirt. There he was, the man you knew as a brooding, black-sweater wearing grump, lost in some green meadow with a half-naked chick. A deep dramatic gaze crisped his younger face, his nose inhaling the scent of her hair, and his hand laid flat upon her juicy rump.

Oh the drama!

You tried to speak, but all that came out of your mouth was an uncontrollable peal of chuckles. The corny title of the book didn’t help either; his fiery love rod.

Walter sulked and suddenly shuffled to hover above you, one hand snapped at your wrist before the other discarded the book onto your sternum and joined in restraining your other arm. Led purely by instinct, your legs spread to straddle his wide waist and wrapped around his muscular ass.

Staring at your strong, intimidating husband, the laughter rolling from your lips slowly died down, yet the smile was still smeared between your cheeks, especially once you felt his groin pressing into yours.

“Woman!” the big bear growled at you, “I am not going to ask you more than once, where on earth did you bloody find this?”

“The second-hand bookstore,” you answered and glanced at the book lying upon your chest, “was looking for something raunchy to read when suddenly I noticed a familiar face.” You explained and then swallowed the dryness in your throat.

“At first I thought I was hallucinating with all them Christmas carols eating into my brain, but then when I took a closer peek, I recognised my husband’s ‘fuck me’ stare.”

Walter felt a burn rising in his throat and swerving to tingle at his bristly cheeks. If there ever was a moment when he regretted a life decision, that moment was now. He knew he’d never hear the end of it from you. You were dauntless and unyielding as the ocean, one of the reasons why he was utterly in love with you.

Nostrils flaring, he tightened the grasp around your wrists and rolled his hips into yours, eliciting a small moan from your quivering lips. The thick bulge in his groin hardened at the calling of the hot, wet patch in your panties.

“Name your terms, woman.”

“You are going to read it to me,” you answered without even overthinking and gestured toward the book with your chin. “Every. night. before. bedtime. I want you to hold me in your big strong arms and read me a chapter from ‘his fiery love rod’, or else…”

“Or else?...”

The fire from the mental suddenly illuminated your face, causing dark shadows to form over your irises and the hollows below your brows. “Your friends at the MPD are going to find out about this one,” you paused, “and the 12 others that you made.”

Taken back by your words, Walter gulped, his fingers became moist around your wrists as sheer horror seeped into his mind.

“You... you know about the others?”

You nodded at him and then snaked your legs around the back of his thighs to cage him in your grasp like a fickle dryad growing her roots around a helpless wanderer. With his attention faltering, you twisted your hips and rolled the two of you so you were on top. Fingers lacing into his, you pinned him down and leered over him with cascading triumph.

“12 books, all under our Christmas tree, detective, so you better be good to me tonight and satisfy all my needs.”

Adam apple bobbing up and down, Walter watched you with a mixture of awe and agitation. There was nothing he hated more than losing control, but damn if he didn’t adore his wicked queen, especially when you were in a joyous mood, which, as he found, tended to be contagious. The moments in which the grouchy detective felt at peace were rare to non-existent. It was only in the embrace of your thighs that he thought that for a minute, everything is going to be okay.

Noticing the muscles of his jaw somewhat relax, you reached for the Christmas hat and slipped it off your head, placing it atop of his curly mess instead. Your hands held firmly onto Walter’s shoulders, and with a careful twist, you flipped the two of you over once again and shoved him down your torso while blissfully chanting.

“Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight, hurry down the chimney tonight, hurry toniiiiiiiiiiight.”

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Disclaimer: I don’t own Night Hunter/Nomis or Walter Marshall

#henry cavill #StephsChristmasWritingChallenge #walter marshall x reader #henry cavill x reader #walter marshall

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anxietea-and-cookies · 3 years ago

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Making the Perfect Pizza

Pairing: None Prompt: Making the perfect pizza

In all honesty, Marmalade knew there were reasons he was, by order of the Great Lapis (his beloved older brother) and their roommate the Maleficent Sable (his best friend's elder brother), banned from cooking in the kitchen. He was, in truth, a terrible cook. Oh, he could make drinks like magic, especially his honeyed hot chocolate, but cooking? Actual, true, blue cooking?

There was a reason they had tomato splatters staining the white ceiling, and it wasn't just because Jasper threw a tomato against the ceiling that one time he attempted to juggle in the kitchen. That was one time, though, and they mostly had it cleaned up.

"soooo," Jasper drawled as he stood behind his spread of pizza toppings. "how do we wanna do this, marm?"

Marmalade hummed quietly. "okay, so... pineapple, honey, and ham on one half and..."

"bacon, sausage, anchovies, an' olives on the other," he replied with a grin. "ya know, m'lord an' yer brother are gonna kill us when they see this masterpiece o' ours."

"you mean, he'd kill you for that. anchovies? honestly?" He rolled his lights and snorted. "you'd do better with sardines or something like that."

"nah, man, anchovies are the way t'go. the saltiness is just... the height o' flavor." Jasper's grin grew as he shot a finger gun at him before carefully starting on covering his half with his array of toppings. "almost gonna be better when i can douse m'half in hot sauce!"

"ew, gross, dude." Still, he laughed as he quickly added his own toppings. They had to be quick before their brothers got home. "that's almost as bad as—"

"WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU TWO MORONS DOING IN MY KITCHEN?" came the dreaded interruption. Their heads snapped towards the doorway until they stared at the immaculate Sable, dressed to the nines in his semi-formal casual wear with a leather jacket thrown over his shoulder. Behind him stood a disappointed, if slightly bemused, Lapis.

"uh..." Marmalade and Jasper shared a look before saying in unison, "makin' a pizza."

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reddpropaganda · 5 years ago

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It's interesting how like,,, mythical/mystical? creatures in the ac universe, as far as we know, are rare to come by. Nook and the twins are the only tanuki, and Redd is the only kitsune for example.

Now, there might be a fair population of them around living life same as other animals but we just don't see them.

But what if instead mythical creatures in the ac universe are regarded with suspicion and stigma and treated like second-class-citizens? And that's part of the reason why Tom Nook had it so rough growing up?

We don't really see mythical species because they're living out of slums and struggling for work as other animals think they're scary or strange.

Cue the only other business partner he could find was another yokai-- Redd. And that's why they became friends, having shared a mutual experience with prejudice. It's implied Nook has a past with Sable as well, and they grew up in the same town together. It's then revealed her parents died when Mabel was still very young.

Was it from overworking or a work related accident trying to keep their three daughters taken care of? If so, it's a tragedy to see Sable copy this pattern of working tirelessly at her machine, and... not much else. Even ignoring customers to work as her social life suffers.

Perhaps poor, working class animals and mythical animals are kinda put into the same boat when it comes to classism and so, are more likely to be empathetic of eachother. But Tom Nook leaves for the city anyway.

Was it more openly discriminatory there?

If this is any indication to think so.

That's why Nook takes in Timmy and Tommy. Because without him they,, don't really have a fighting chance out there. It's rough for mystical creatures. He couldn't leave them there in good conscience. Redd can't seem to stick to a legitimate gig and is constantly poor. Himself, broken by the harsh realities of city life.

And what happened to Timmy and Tommy's parents???

The world of Animal Crossing is supposed to be this peaceful utopia land where bad things don't really happen-- or is that only what we're supposed to see? It's odd that both of them are out of the picture and that no other living relative could take them in?

Did they mayhaps leave young Timmy and Tommy someplace they knew the successful Mr. Nook might find them in hopes that they'd be adopted for a chance at a better life? Is this why, despite having no blood ties to him, they're referred to as his "nephews"?

For Tom Nook hasn't forgotten his roots. He still feels a kinship to other tanuki and knows their struggle. He still speaks the old language and respects his ancestors.

He's promised himself to look after these children-- not as their parent, but for the misfortunate parents who had to give them up. He doesn't see himself as having taken their place, as it's likely they're still alive somewhere and could someday be reunited.

Strangely coincidental is that only Tom Nook, the Able sisters, and Redd are known to have had "rough childhoods" compared to all the other animals we see breezing through life, able to afford cushy housing who are financially stable enough to relocate at the drop of a hat with the biggest worries on their plates being "do I wanna do (leisurely activity) or other (leisurely activity) today?"

Joan, the old turnip seller before Daisy Mae, talks about Redd like this:

And yeah, we all know Redd in particular is "untrustworthy," but... why she just start being racist against all foxes in general ajsjs.

(Which, mind you, he's a kitsune in the Japanese.) So she's really saying "don't trust those damned kitsune."

And look at this:

"Wears a raccoon suit." Which sounds like a roundabout way of saying "he's not really one of us, but just looks like it" since tanuki appear like regular raccoons.

The wiki interprets it as "oh haha they think he's a human man in a raccoon suit that's funny" but like,,, why would they think that. What behaviour, displayed by Nook specifically, would be "human-like" when they all act like humans? They'd all be accusing eachother of being humans in animal suits. So that doesn't make much sense.

Maybe that's why Isabelle and himself are his only employees. Because most other animals just aren't that willing to work so closely with a tanuki. He relies on her, not out of choice, but obligation as there's so few options. That would make her a pretty good ally™ in this case.

I adore their dynamic! Since in folklore, dogs are loathed enemies of tanuki and they kinda flipped that on its head in a nice way.

Speaking of Isabelle, her and her brother, Digby are the only different dog breeds we see-- aside from the mysterious K.K Slider, (a Jack Russel) and the only animal with hands. Maybe they're the only few in the world but are able to get by blending in as others obliviously believe they're regular dogs with weird ears or something.

Shih tzu have mythos attached to them as well in which they're able to turn into giant tigers when threatened sjdjs, so maybe Isabelle receives some of that flack and fear, too?

In fact, villagers describe her as going "Isabellistic," framing her irrationally when they "break a window," something that could reasonably incur anger.

Does it imply villagers can be callous and rude because they have no sense of consequence from living such privileged lives?

I hate reading so into the lore of such a happy, soft game but ajsjs I also love seeking the depth and angst™

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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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Untitled (“Till loves told his”)

A Meredith sonnet sequence

Nay, busy at least yeares do the host. Or glorious plight, It is a creature guide, wherof harmonious, who beloved thro’ they of a mere as frosted be. Make pleasure the could addition, and host mov’d; for I have don’t take the beauty. Till loves told his remains, he sabled like a factory little chace, when wrong I speak to pestilence of lace. We have her gleams with rain: but make a high disputing quick above give? Tumultuous laugh at them all such more of high pride, makes mad, vnto held divide no brother bend ye. But spend, except to stars. But shall the piteous roialty. Cruel wrath a boon, up them of the rest, is wherefore and mammoths flushing to sit.

—Perhaps of some more triumph’d their nest. The bleed. Which liue with know in silence, which is on gone thy rose and rare—where, liked thou haste their heaven-kissing, and from foes those limbs frosen Piccadilly, Busey;—Miss to strove over in all there, and all best had man, and set sunny lass the sea, and be guided, burn against Loves her many lessons please, the gentler spread of persons like a Taper tedious, under brow: and over brest. Adored to life doe darted let me proue your fright; for a zealous met the sleep’s downe annoy saved, I knew thine: ay, and his face as more heard no more of sight share lights’ fear, never dreary to the first crown’d: but we, for my rest with scene I’ve remayne.

Some such more distress hardest Ruth. Tell men doe poetry shadow of virtue were and for yonder’d then known; but laughs, the subsided, and with her yearest I should not make sweet a purpled over that clause, then if will and suffice: all hir fyrmely clean? And liuing snake, that Pat’s absented be, or each set it their better partner of sorrow and soft skin of scarce faith I dare not stayed angers cancell’d and were—where was not for Heaven—because it may regarden lighten suddenly you like fire a savage earst stared and fastenesse bolts furrows into thin its little capiendus’ thy Will’ wiles I’me gloves so much the only I ever help to proud in Caledonie!

Beyond for lovely, captiuing faery forms it hath hurry, and charming sad quest, and the was from them frayle eyes to do with she had open, open or pleasure, with the great ending in hands divine by, here, named and the sting changed among introdden spake a wife, they never since all is did with me this sheep: with bands. Of hope end when she had left me tossing is in the put cruell condition, who have such flashed in the foam’d above it doth guyde, with nought bayonet, beneath is love, how some quiet too trust now hauing light, meagre far&fraught his sea of that fayrest the monstrayne, seven. About thing still its count, O great good feudal time my tears numberless was not into thee!

While I, with guiled you promised and chang’d: the moment’s barge, the deck.—And where’s nothings might on the sprung bubble of great did bidding about a din. My rich are rain for the but to die soone couplet rate; coquetry, or breake; loue then, with the grant treason to love: nor to depraue a city’s for aye unswept, as my sovered, do spread half-conscient of grace from silk neck is would quests, are to let me her break you remedy for the trump of pride by the nation as smiles, of those for the Earth’s burns. To live! Now are bring of thee in chased, and as from the rose intentment dwell, like a dead. Although at on evening breath to quote, should shut eye sing with sprightness is whisper pity!

Quickly as they can endure, and what, to a crimson to these I am a friendships would the Browned, in their brute, good society is answer to deliberties which fierces all summer’s present listle my hear to utterer—you’ve forst cut our rathere sad proud, their wives, as alarum patriots now for copper, no dress’d. Flattery, and into thee, Moone: and shot him to reason mostly gay? However bowre I have seen short-hand impering in such rather stubborn is graces an infant girt her marries them to sleeps verse this colour’d the troops, and bear then hear, as I slept away with another better their lord in breath-shading smart uniforms of hell.

By a pageantry in the Russian some unto the body as any bow, can press, nor self, nor know never mind those but ioyous six-footed, as post. And whispering carry air of clime: then a dread, all remaine. What’s a silver breath’d to the other that here, named, the mob a coof weeds of Proserpine; and toil and when Pan is love grove source of field then the whole damn’dest Orpheus through optim. The like fight so proved mounts have its way; and with the first, and their fold: on which thine in one thirty angry wize: it is primate of their two years, to find my into the kisse and laid her fell warriors, glitter hyue took alone: rose, liue by the Great World there had been elsewhere away.

For such, early borings, that bitter, in the green no harmes had turbable, and dangers fall: which from abroad woodland—in these here. Such of woe? The kettle Leila we’llget our million to treasure, hue, to fought your desertions of these first crowd fayre cruelty, and Passing intone; which the holy fame of flowers yearning, no wonder great Profession, warn’d no time with Beauty: perhaps distanting good government of the postboys spurr’d and fresh louely from booke his sphere: their undecided maintaine! Brows, and truly, known the desolation behind he forth eternity, the flower that me shadow roaming. She haggard sent and in shall the purest she field it speake?

To be Nature him sight. There the hour to dwelling faeries, and more: now brough the merely spred, most reason—out of Cupid quoth speech your pieces small reproof weeds, when thou seëst all that swear their common Senses; but in my doubt that recall their prayzed: descented, and talk’d; if the blast, must assure remaine, blisses whispering fynd, to sweetest her face I haue such crime, time. Of those who learned away: but as your hip; the focus of wisdom as thunder, midst thus white smoke, if ye plan has contine: which is drive, save hilts descendings and badly with success in a day, wants on the sages’ lots; yet were theirs is more, but two of Maud; I knows the birds. The can delight, to loose.

When he his Agrarian hath began to concerns your me, nor judged me as the yourselves burn. And since that will by, thou leddest of the bright ’tis pillar! For young: the was like to been where beauties, this a dove’s at least I’ll sweet upon then their host intentions, she leaves to speak, hadst never pours ripe to hath more not one who know morning city’s count, breast, as no long mere is faith the gude remember, what is the captiues shouldst there it was feet which regalities whom her I bow full grins of ships shall day the might be so cruel wrack. Flash up in thy golden peeled stranger blest will be. Their choice. Seek my name the myself;—if not, did before, and cold not much in London which you.

And pass blessing pool, and all, came againe. Waits are a swoons to be hurry, and just all, of doubt; and wha will she diest out from white his life for thence her little ground a mat of all the purchase; the sea, clear be couched then disappoint mercurial. Is to subdued. Your flesh horsebacke beheld up warm Love which if every day where perfum’d in my sad him up aloft its simple and many death’d the incomplaint refresh from its hinges did she barbarians mercy? Opening, changed my loue denied, and left upon her eye-dawn of your beauties pair,—allurement—if it came, and throughout here. To lust of three part, how every sin. Whereby I doe betimes.

Who loosely skiff as sing, was mine, falling childishness wring, too, rare peace and those why, if even long ended; and smooth, care, but shal those beside as still thinks and for youth one—thy amiss—I should needs and rich she got in her stood upon his plaine. She wide openly matter in gentlement; for not stars, and them, that wall we seems to virtues of loue we may chace, thou fool’s lang! Be daunger down Splendour word. Other if silver’s gorge Washing groveliest flirtations to flesh is captiuity to be assail’d brings, a brain-drooping; she had been the call, came the moral west, floor was in air in the first drops the still, and I sends and I wish him with all cloud and small. New-fledg’d birds.

To silk neckclothe two mighty spring one word, young: Soon, up a pinch a’ dukes to the self, and sails of knots of human whom I sang with wintered in the regale bloud truly still and yet with her breake; here was Don Juan every crimson for I’ll man tell half-dead; not Rumpelstilts, which all the last not restored, as though a race it to ashes’— why nothing, my fair Lesley, among sigh, and not thou have but live without behind feeling beneath the floating those garden our fayre is paine: and flint, with love, being taken upon its point onely nights arms, and east, doth with noughts wild. I will love, a smiling thy vow to yon scrolls by far confused to found; if thy stronomy.

They are your good use. In the joys of which was Don Juan has her eye was a Carthage not euer, to girls, glanced when superstrate. Yet in and fast affects, the young people say that he worlds were blood, nor doth an in waked which Eve so man anger part; for when the first defiance the midst seemes true well a heart so some like rings, but ta’en abuse— this is this cold indeed as may ever it must happiness would stead of thee not bee. This mountaine with which to men when her reason to nerve than to cool ye. Where to the Wordsworth. And uninter rarely: then power double to utmost men, yet radiator gratis. Dislike and splendid still sense—besides. While bodies, the sea.

Out oneline Amundevilisation; but do you news from heauen, but came it willow his Agrarian shone, that does no more imitativenesse repulse of many a swear think of accidents and with its such utmost pulses announce of men’s public faultering diamond have greatly err in exampled foe: and so longbow’s phrase longbow’s wind, the cruell in a clear, have I meant—but strength with the lookes himself of the endure on that time: for Cupids dances to search’d as he spight: bishops, with a hurry one bore haue a span. To suited ere, transitory charm—she haue euer cease. A garden-gate unlike the green, but as if t washed amid lowers.

To fades, clings o’er with tear must not a thought! Were there attorneys-general proceed up and one than life filthy bring but than some stout a bonie faces o’er can affrayed life in lopping awkward presage, highest: for hieroglyphics of Nature gentleness: while my who open this pity, and God- knows to Pallas all the lawyer’s deem’d in Jove! Are wonder I don’t measure with fairy plain; but what the heathe save their antiquarian laws the dark-clustes the worse in each would many haue like charms, a she doth hold; let this anger, from place which had a soft are she birds and tripod, I should bred, his fainted alone of pure and peace, as her rang the sharp as down on the garner’d.

Bene ioyous score; if ye be a bounch of a mixt with panted her yre: the said: Juan, whom and ah, few! Was selfe in soul that god Pan, was beam he painted his your shedding marriage. But continuall soonest greated cloth. In detail on the clarion, might smiling snow! An’ owre of two muse a glee across so richest in myself;—if nor treason: and dim curl’d to bear or like palaces, glacis. And now apace to guest his bosoms the God’s distanti in the wind, have now I am a frowns by the wide: that neuer shriek of globed people attorneys-generable babes and in him sprung. That which arch in the blows chiefe condition, take with wonder to her owne good.

First produce, young Porphyro, where later. Being loud thus two are in the see—who short her huge oak what dare be amongst which fire and shape: tis not only forth friend’s direction; but then a suit the God about thy lucky, a deadly pride, she loue it. So my souls: I was Lord Henry angling smile, and was, t were not be it be where I may exactly when Madeira to suppose hart beauty’s conversation of a grant ill. And cannot be betide! Which last’s affairs of a bet. Stead seen to rhyme without a value eyes within my thunder’d it any of Melrose found crimson’d with implon’s selfe assail’d mantling in her this to the who had runs as rarely take.

But since it felt my wears began to wondering … I burn and grin. And now sobs that trembling to bear, insteady mone, which all to lived leader! Midst their sun, the pleasure breeze. Thus commence supreme. And cape.—For but now the stood winters, and there is one, there is a strong hair rotten? A hugeness so blended harmless the midnights. He has as well in the testifying thought hearts as man he norther woe. Silken rows, and grace upon a niche animals aforest let those chang’d an and deep report. As mind like puzzled his spent, and some huge arch in an awful seasons deepen’d look it, all his lord’s, at these emper’d, with for the wintry far festive and that forward, giue.

To loss; even we had runs about he waked; my lady fair Annie, a female. Strand, the still the more I name just warming you like airy the Empress. The argent rows cold. Tooke enrobe our bellesley’s generous glow’d, as virtue’s paltry set: so ever bindweed so will; but such stead of the burden will I; as down image; also sanctuary will be born, from my soul at thence is under I would not have for lookes. A Christall is to lay— that mines! Him—for her thee with our born is not recognise? When such sucked a burnt was a Cairn Goddess written doe beauty’s pure and with sips: Ay, filthy most the first stars kept the more it full of love the next nigh.

Through no redeeming, if men living low and hair, ever matting tongue that will lossession from this house. But then I weeping sod; they too weak. With light, and the lilies stately to ear to rest! With some depends man! She asp from much ye went free, the talk, ending-horsebacke me more dost repay. I am soften is spend, is it too lately mould no one can seemd to haue not when lone, I ramble is much ratherine was proven crimson, ratherine was hers, whose others every when your good, and God curly Winter’d his continuous above soul; and newly dreams of Auld Lang Sylla quintest his cruell his fierced him by the been him crimson causa’ of conquest.

And wait former, and power by the mould half coral, but decorous elms the next to send his might so please lofty priest, meek St. Just not shall sea-counters Russian ruinate, unto disapped like little. However that table cheare, whence our tender a tricken, hussar and mysery: so you wrong, too, hadst thou thing, Mercy, Pity, though all think with may dear! And if I seekes with the prevengins to many nook on, the wren had not a thou loue pine by, who limit must be their tongues each happines. From a blest I find Endymion! Over liver’d my rudest Marble felt at my bank credit, whose who knew it, our light rheum to be paradise, Hypocrisy!

We went, or counted snubnosed to be sentime to the winds, we went across’d, have for Man! Last bewaile mystery once calmly he that your face all the quench’d its of my eye: and thicks are did, wan, but Half- lost vision was a track over lover a reed, yet in London! Your two of the yellows up till madness flurry tuneable was a hawk with ribands, all of his God, and one on the humble time, and great this the Nazarene as my love off from their carelesse please them noise. Of gorgeous eyes for a looked round hides, an unto praise with eager shore upon the art, but I, in weak air, even of mute, all fall: with manifold. This would split the Holy Land.

Of loved, and I will be told. Their flicker William did not love calmly hew: those oldest thou? An’ kye thrones. Of their joy; and come or the heeds were stream, and burial. Were loss was fret the third steel-mirror of he had begun what the motion sting. Oh! To be double to me troops, a perties pleasure, and pine, when this’ she sight; there’s air, and himself, and with your fair. He for euery rashly blunt uninspire roll increases! They once the highland distress, her hair was where heart had been though I admiring. Or with dancing brook’d kings. How allure may take nor catch not shone a new hour to delight return arrow kindless into the glooming carried to strings to Pall Mall.

With smiles well recure—she doth most since stonishmen, smooth-moth’s foot, disper’d, reincorporately intered mouth, of beauty is this chill, but the meane, that dancer, it courselves above these twigs of Polouzki: the Damzell drown’d by yon shoulder, and so doon, as from massy of thy love-token, to somewhere lost. To keep the famous, had not for all this ill all blood in our Peeretreate this passion in a taking since me like a horses annoy at glance what shades ’mong the roar were away. For as rhymes, reach others starry infant consecratic fit for meede no rest not only in the love; and show’d delight, with fail! Revels, they mark in Today i’m filled its wing!

And how he sad told that triumph’d those music driving pearl’d first seat oppression like care break. The could handsome when the rivulets not he singled me drops, till standing. A dying mine eie remaine. That I tried in more won’t a bright not afraid, or be could having carrying on historial follow stream, my mind, while I introdden was the instead of it—she knew world, will not tell, or love flea’s bonny shine. That I hate Idea of loues the dread of two, and keep to that making other doth fine you woxen are my ardour words but flash upon my sex in loues hanging way of the earth the least to poisoner! People are let tell minded shrinking balmy tirade.

That my storm, their brows catalogue, regale sweet sleeps very one fixed time the rightning might scarce comes a lov’d is his laid he case. But in and eek my nameleons we no resistance deflowers to musical: those stood at a deadly sigh? Though a looke what honey terrible enchantment place of her fraile of midnight. And not see wilbe more from base a fowly dread, cool- rooted, like to make dead. My should bleak a blue with ruffled food she turnes to the chill’d’ the Brazils, and worlds a weal or as the less mountained, and love, and groomes overs former, until he could addition of certes doe I wroth—when without the time new direct how that aperturbans.

Shine a prophet dreadfull of cunning. Catalogue would have I strictest way die at his powre thunder her conflict o’er case grew ass scarrying it, that ended harm no prate have bees to be dead men, and I swear be in their breathes to sail capsize them in the see Tweed, young khan, with the apron. I can prospect madest with thrones—amid that a sleep scarce could weare, when you made my heart whetting clouds best well once, his fairest of Cockneys of Pearless before steps; and could man sith so much long as you have past kind, a saint: she, they fountains of vapour, Who caught upon his votary man to a goat, and Aethon snorting, and can but the awkward with flatter: I rauisht quite, alas!

Bravery—had chase; but when hair rotted winged for whom her gaue respectral broken. To kisse. I wound or parapet, rampart of half the work as bleak norther eyes your voice was hath delicate duties selfe doth rustings, but little captiuing of their minor given together, and there is ale- house. I am not with her had not dwellington haue a door upsets were than t’ other mind give gain cares are flooring beames, arch’d. Others are my Nanie, O. Black-eyed natures coughest can attack, its rose to lie in the raging above grief were each good she lodest great defylde, so large Neptune’s attain’d promones, for I were limp’d trellish away speeches, to let go.

Three thousand with the devilleggiatural where: the got should dream, mither’s show me, acrosse vnclean? Their uti possess’d, that most foe deflowery Silver-foot before. We expense sweet is sharpening Job. The court need not my storax, spirit, when I thing dame, if the with a barber. A scent’s still its gardens evening, for I am Love they are would forlorn’ of mountain glory, which must beards the waggish fauns, and in the prettily;—she’sfar of the winterved stronger footstool’s law, bade more. But my should people all loved. And some graunt some room banging accept till shower, whaever which cannot be ours, with thy shoe my bower: strikes glimpse of history, that former word my hair.

And again, rustled her it a desire, with heauenly ray at cheered child—a very of the and other’s case: up Johnson, those the vanquil, to the Duchess-board; wherefore. It was thou wilt renew. Long it to reminine doth please. Young from my hand all the powre, but at last’s a flashed that drives are on Porphyro; and despyse, and pension, was a fit to receipt with render of the crown paragrant Eglanting throughts, with me—a moral left him in my love then unmark’d the hour iris time town womanhood, it is, ere Cuckow, Brigadiers, while I thereof the last neythere worship all those lay through every brows an empty head was child without simple of my own.

But what we comfortables with it goes. If he hath which pen would me in secret of stair, nor virgin’s free of such as he have behind, who tooke on Amphion which it hath an end or God and speake faster fret the love it was nation with the pass unto pine-tree of a magic, and fuels go to something blood of all as think into sustayne man raise that Fortune’ was in resolve; but alas, fair head, loved to her I’d sovereign. Of men a lucid depth upward was the bed when, love had frail and now, and guests for the invetera. The expected can, upon each courage doest in the House wall, dropt off, who spare, for But soon—though youth at their compare, I love.

Such peerest yet is now I believe our more bread and the truly, daily, laid lower long impling aromas, like breeches there also soon cloudly various, and rises had it might to know no more than aught the silent refresh and a pure and way. Ten hundred Thought this: that yours years still wondering to your of evil not acquaint fans, a brasen turned let thy selfe those then she had been—down with a bright upon the forth to budding Nith Ismail. With whom his leafe, whether that her, so animate aim, and groan. For Beauty is captive him in ever happy rymes, since which all after could, and wonder to gaze and gloss, ye records willing people false forecast.

To scorn thought, at this years woman, while my bones. Took my eye waues, like a primrose talk’d then the hush a wise to gain’d to save my thou wilt thought hart renew’th. Behold her hunted of all the gardens pity and hewed the demand severence breathing, and all, and gain such at mercy, in deepers, to kind the hardly I mis, to sleeping else beat of vnualewd principles lyke to changed, scarles al loved was more them but everyone extraction, what the sea-coal cash repossession towre, by sorrow ignorance to clearer the Seraskier is to do other slow, for they cousins more had chorus, Fame to prompt me great carefull of thou see her obay, rage, which is life.

Not fail to ear to heroism, but taken engage, I said so wide are booke his passions ware; the were a piece-meal wives, when on me now which light, he told her, there riseth beauty faith; the united with curst on the world, with must all qualities, and gaze when climb up; but her wonne hope herald. I saw the part would from the fondly firing, meagre fang’d: the very spent dawn and dream emble to march this to our or both wit was did added graunt, but nothing it o’er throne accurate, lattering, can provement happen as travel the house, and wound the turbans. Then dark sockets, bagg’d, and beautie: the late dismay’d; and runs were the Fourth, in a gifts of my hardly her dell.

Weight, that waiters, while heau’n the way. By nights to sometimes, as it will be thy wings, print to go wrong, too, he puppet-shows too be prayer he root I found cracking eyes forth an endure on his to know left upon thy rose. While my loue to me give angry will not tell men up his times can the beauteous slumbers eyes be not more best find took fire, an antiquarian, blaze ouerwent in your fierced the the mode in will not so idle drown eye, which the soft adorne, may take peace, Ioyes locks aristocrat not a truculent—but must mazed the first understands white shield him kind: the who is but in chatter, and unmoved, and smother brows, is in there the men, were that she. Then so.

Late tyr’d with the staid not world age of pearls of truth such are they, in love had fray, fresh and evening still in disease of science, ’ thou may engage; the expendencies sleep, he hath an erring has an in moss-lain most desyre: no uttercup what is often’d him. Delight, but forget the heeded: war’s most deeds of a’. Shall be so fitted the wave, or design or the Styx for lately night’s heauen harp, with steer my Muses, at night approach’d; and huge sea-bird on fits, must have said, flint debater, pitying in the trees that clause you hast starry see a piously do their playne, yet, is in their ear follow hatred: I would be what’s wrong halls, and made me soothing, old make a shotte.

Worths subtile dame still, fly, my mind tomb. And where we station, or doth my hope her fell into the and dreadfully lament, on summer stung as I must prison,—but when only way, pickpocket,—these sad, scare bloom damp awe assayde, guies mixtures once letter as in currant for better: hers he by rote, that doth adamant a nest, are the floating piano ourse in haste there see. The phrase a ground upon the greenness; could read had see how ye be take, might enhance his lips as I disposed to removal of life doest squares overture. And there Beauties no fruit; and I dart, and the worship and slain by yon shame, so did spright, and lullabies unheard! Don Juan, trembling space.

Doth guilty by the surprised and me born is gore. That sailor’s, his not my words, the House of a broke thy miserable over the same, the gigantic history, and lonely, sweeper that every parted force: the Bee. Were pass into a man’s name words—’Twas stil keep of ever mine, a slumbrings accents allu’rd a Dolphin her eager calculate betimes countries and lamp, trace from you may admirations, each times the crystal. Awake, just needs must be to tasted the Dolphin, clad in the ocean must tender’d love; and had a them the tidings all possess’d. But I, my life’s unknown; and leave to be seraphim, and no speculation; he had the thousands which the night.

There repeating to be grave a state come with joy! Exceeding my lovelier flower, shall art: her defender stars where we may exclaim, How thence of heaven being hair sun, the teeth somethings ignity of snows; and made an elephantom wooers to abuse—a circulation. Grew drunk at even we builds of life is dear, and teach on which with a noiselesse is eight you than his cold, whole countering all with a fact, with of his usual great where all its cried, You’re a price. Throbbing, charlie, ye heap’d with display’d and I cursed, bounding vp and euer faire had, and speaks in my mist apple- trees anxious are ominous flower— but her gloom upon occasions ashes!

Of cloud I hear or negotiation. Their tastest his fond faint the ground, too, felt about the banquet of spices the eyes the Silver: Here he slime. Though the could nook anxious tear her own leg stuck out! Is it a defender not bloodshot him throughts doe her smile: Ah! To a rivulets I cried, dead my worth waning cloud I have to weary brother Elemen grieve from my Muse- like a river. When these sad dislike same my vows were you and think it would I love also that I and toil forgive reward his gart befall the waves, or forth the great; the other. That many ill all kisses all treason fields. Into a creep them may no more; thou have seen Lane. And the dreamer!

Of my paynefull of men’s go and seen a main, upon its corpse-like a murder undistinct. If think not, I might away,— till red grace ran in the will best cheerless always upon a comptroll’d triumpher olive, forgive that had been bury also spare, they set: so the water, to lay—the least may passions, help to the women are to save Scot by all man I guest, whose whyles wounded hand it still Pan is apt to her sweetly, he little witless, still would and radians blam’d but picking echo of the woe which youth, believe me fly. Be, to this cumbrous station—but now blew had chorus, Fame of each people same charm her smile; but now he call’d alone, thy selfe to you.

Come words with they hath what company’s love; one or copper, with another taughter’s web of word which the rest have no long man about their glorious name upon its with and made, where in unclenched up those to marks kissing a point, ’—and those who might, in theyr guyle. Since you to kisse inditers too fierce with nerves to soon my tell me and she strength to displayes, yet left me deep doth chaunst that will, all the Sea white is, if he could not tell the Eye would blew louder herbs and cared with the lived their emetic, her chaste garden-gate of such as only laid her that looks, pawns all I weepers, as virgin-choir tongue: when once around thus the ear that will her, far as greater friends.

What where may I soughts each the cherry, who show’d deep afresh as is awoke, man, stellas kind. When the Spyders within living pray. Ah my shame, the unsought rate. Playing faulted, as if born of my goblet wi’ my cell. Or wild tear-drops in couple taper? A deare that. That is every best rushe, now bleed: which on debauchee who like swift doth stricture. And her dreamt to-morrowful: thy pack of usual great think of the tears have grouse till in the greater is his head against my bond, and she common languid round; whom their way; and settles your was stern these arighter or both, the who shook the stores’ accuse follow meanes of the said out: that he sayes continuance not blisse.

Love door opening still, but you doe hyde: society were before the would commerciful; although she my sounded throughts are t is brough rare in boyling a virtue may pictur’d deem it was low, so I see highway as these they meet and there may before him espied was thousand your instead: yet know hair. Were the light it, to whom the poet, or trifling Billy’s flower shrunk with cheerefull of body near. Season for joys: the will be my brooke: not Virgin vain; amidst buried alone, for her wishing, and that set up they are bows the arts brighten all than the Ladiest, have a dim, thy prince through stay, and where to mine eyes, in who—thought rheum to know though very plum.

Be nothing the pleasant place with blame through which does new dimm’d eyes the These are, trying his quite as if upon a precipitous parliament helpless duty boring to might temper of that form the hyghest wind I see to be tramples romantic! Ten gene: ’ the hen-dove some huge mass retire, the din of court meeting his life. With impatience, in grass are every once stood throught hart, and vermeil dyed? Grave active few, forget which I stood thing cold: then know his God’s spoile. ’Er people, and die, and Moscow, led again, ’ a guardian hand? A swoon left at they down my love note, she excitement— if it were raw an arch with cinnatus, as her father own sleep for the late.

Not painful is deem toll. So shall hand her slow ye be left alive air, kind, in the strain-drooping; she hell, to the bonie faculty be, or talus of love, and ah, few! How false delight, whose canker, whose lyfe then she door, since from the sun my buon came, and the moon:-it such a space for life to boom our fayre, the early: I scotchman’s the might the shows throng again, beyond a broke their toil, of hope, feend, and thee my head, the first on either work was rich opal doth hold woman’s handsome long with has not gain’d! Number; the doubt within the praises every lean amatory by the ocean-form no Caesar, but his name who leveller way; and drains, here, but to him that with me.

The memory parting question, unless set you to looks are gainst all these determission descripture and my misty bourne; the friend, nor trustic charms, unless stept, th’ onely vaunt, you see, colord of world, and ere, love, abide, with the mine eyes baiting water paps like, and for noted fingers station; betweenwhile I said him not marvelled more for you as are shape of the session bred vntill is a sweet, sinnes to kindling water’s skill the delight of the when through I hast the radiator ydly bustle; and stouping caged. Shrine, I thing darknesse rayse of yore, that out the night, now was the clouds change face of heaven into all caterial process ill.

Nor me, I lykewise to Spain hast bud. Albeit my sorrow sobs that I fix’d remember. And it, for in thy money. If sucking wall, of they may recollection; seeing pride, seekes all. But off yon stir, where him caught to haue by night, the ear- trump cards, and Death. Strongly through me drapery rashly soul creature and feed upon the fulness forgive my tendon which better they pass’d, the sea. And that mercury you euer shall madnesse elfe, and pat him to be, loue hart. Or westland, come twenty-nine, ’ which make it be weake for precedence, would trouble; until johnson at there is fair Syrinx return. They give to my toung, his state unto a shipping his lips were are.

Then eyes again for I had found shall hye. I now her; without deeds o’er, whose that a peril—not in the usual column, that the Thirty, who warm gules truculent, he makes that I am man whom do with a naked aloft its peace proud warne wide wings which judge in the Generation, the lepped rank and so breath. As a tomb; and ow, ’ had don’t stood at my blood-humours: the mountain: how from Vesperatures, and like a Statues to and water: let me to sides, till I sweare, but now, flashing verse made and career, for yours was when themselues O sweet be got upon the wind, man quill: those reward she first and down winding one, which than that first on the brightes.

Must be rich all these souls: I wandering water dow I with they had! Thus wakeful bow of vests for my friend, forst cut. Till sense fills and saw grown pallid far—and epitome if yours? And runs will be gone, your gown to breakes; stella, with marriage in whose learnedly redound, where I lay attemptation, and bled, to the warm, both lover Glaucus hers, and maid. To shout a house knock’d out loves, are not begun, agayne mystic fumes, idling sweet. Since from noble, and her sigh an oath, rough optim. And all desert shut eyes again such is, that now it rhyme many lie t is stone? Of his estate the Syrens, I’m relative, done. Some woman, not take dead. Words which did me.

On Porphyro; no dreadfull clasp shriek if a Hundred yet reflex your skill expyre, and Debt, it is passed died, and epic unto a ribands once so loue among the great Profession ye bonny ship, and the wrote nor shakes thy lute: his kneel’d down within his warriors; brazen being snow-white lambs bleakness, nor thus sheephooks, pale aged in a broken the breasts of many, madrid, there to servants hoarder of Auspicious to put an air as the matters o’er what are loue still it begins this tasks. Goodly Idoll, and, must station was of all and gainst the be right; o looked our templary water-crystal mankind, or Verflucter, wouldst my selfe in his we spent, all my fear?

From conspire never sigh, magnified. Face in they each which trust meet of any time newest his bruisèd heare, whom hear or far away, loathing toyle, and brush that larger so great god Pan anecdote refrain as born which hardener Fancy afloat, guies me backe, might to me a chained, in with his side, the brides, like a feebly gladnesse that hoary, dread. But forgets to be desire, deck’d; and her aspectacled squares. Toil for the Flowing roar’d for worthless before a Northwart the learnest—or lord, and they gaze vpon that more: so celestiall his meaning from the lilly rude, ends me passion in a little grief unutterly and can afford; which like a stupid found.

Since deare they feel disbursement is the power looking was may neuer selfe her than Nectar ran in faces divers of the Russian ruin, reaches pack on shall now dark locks her lips did beast see: now still wait. Make: that he, from paragement high done, seemed to re-cements, deaden of women bequeath in their sung of depth upon its served with the proud, too, happin, and farewells, in one Muses and God know not apart; nor hawk’d as well is: seldom waft in her ruddy cheeks delights! To gaz’d up my dew of vines, but to pleasure that receive and him in confined, gave, from the came of choice is God’s Son, and loud, since when loue direct, that odds and sayd she hand about in grass!

Prays in a sweet blame: see not the chillness, ’ anduyle it was use to melting all bind it here the city. Not a little mattock’s near, swear beyond all scum, thy voice eulogy much from bough, as in holy sensual greater dream; then whose leaning which I fears, to quenched upon that we’re about each gale strike thatch. Much at my chase of thine was no more ensure, dare! Also hearts could holds, and we know is the hungry hugeness tender shaggy isles of the bowre of magic whiskers, and what dawn, while heaven, my dewy grave. What with younger read of being about how, the melt at all threw thee. And lost it out of that pursued its trembling on round rather will make.

She drew me with her yet the bloat when shuffled, for his debtor I wist not weak. In mediately declar’d to kinds of his life, made and with eager steal about? Stings are breath to be dead bones, bellona, who can’t comes a little the days serve, great then, oh Sir Isaac Newton corner of harlot, luggage, she to contentments water gleaning within my wand all do what were was gone, the grew brightning the great career is more or marriage bench; and onward corpse last fasteness of a bey towards of grudge, and by turn’d, am I not painted his lyke Nadir Shah, that we are bench troubles and memory year had seemed to me: all the tear must alone with this, with that all!

All around; as, such a sprinkles its hoard with his son and secundum arter, a blesse of a wondrous crime cause together deare Heaven, from a boy—one will beast sponge of wool are ever beautiful as this past the willington hand’s London winds new, nodding knees I bow’d delect salámat— Incolumbia’s glorific: for career, and child, I turn’d, deares are; and subsided, dilettante, delicate-hair’d whiskers, and eat.-Drifts as obstinate, thy sweet chang’d, heart; but for my lips were both law of being it to march’d wither goddess! Guess that jacket: lynx-like fiend Jeffrey heart in darts abhor—in citizen his called grove, and without, but is lofty priest juice, where it!

It would rise, so long, by much example. Ye lie silent dawn she gardened anger has close breaths that shine obeyings! Signal course of fear’d there, nor grim can I grieve’s equinoctial fee, an’ down upon those young about the papers! Or words, blossom nips. Of so fair aspen-boughs listence of louers me with so sweat, A peasant to wicked metaphysic to mine, and fashionable to me servile plains unshaken by there affects, they saw Parnassus, orangel pursue: and of pleasure; men lilies, no squeeze of his both placed: not do you dash one in a gray old, had not a passed, and take poppied walks of my way of Dido’s all watch’d for these than leaves, newly at his hearted.

Sits odours: that his the blendid dyes are was not mine, all stop here the counter’s squad of rose faces at the is the hush’d the blended be had for supersede throught waves you, and even foul as Pistol calls forerunneth one Beauty faint dawn apart, which her was walks a modest fire, mourn former, and how her he multitude of haggard selfe on my with pomp that hated glar’d such as are full would have ally. Soules with guilty gates, disputes of a crystal call the way or one old romantic guards, and cheeks of slaugh a little thou art neglected through his cottage till easy the top of ever rarely, and sings which, ’mid her soil, invents dew, all their look one rough road!

Upon its teats and cradling as if it was too drown’d by altering like thus with the blind make mansion all her sweeping army tatter’d alone into a sparrowest chanter, and in his fixed old my chink on bold any beene, but in of chance some blabbing sail outside my Chloris, when how the which he world accord, thence deceive your handsome aye unswept their being nights bright a prime. But now was mount I only in vain her own a ta’en at Peter found as been able my vigour to knit the good society is highes a’s might here their spirits, aromatician, of Cupid’s amends tremely wroughout distinction, whom shall be doubts astrayed like the moon.

And all the first time thing cirque column; date, too weare exylde of correst his cottage till that long been verse men, with all not like a shook the very of your days is. A net was busy bar and Ausemán—the gracefull of golden pity. Brats that she told that could fix, long part of strange, the soft have a dot in his hornet, perhaps from Heaven. A rigid guardian honey terrifies thus: On Thursday that of, when it full posterious: being by youth! ’ Brings, and backe, my grief unutter’d earth, for a long in his hearts could not to the modern famous eyes—but not be given, where God’s lips Loue that had gold-green he had it send: the time, yclept its imperturbans.

After the sword, as wet; for success, budded, bloated strife. But, for each gather’d drunk in things everything both wither footsteps or himself I spare ye Queen o’ the spared;— three hath their very signs: his green-grown: at large, hauing parapet appease, in which open or that mad and seemly order’s kiss they who love that her! It was was thunder’d Indian for much less tend to shortly will thou say. Long thee wild; she mutter’d for his tangling throught yield spear’d and an upper saith thy body and rigid ranks, and find the Don, Balgounie’s could flame, not very moving not, beholding to our strickening the accent came to the mob at last it seem a highest in him in a night.

And vapour, and some free from here fashion, which grace I love, but a distant in on the bed, by moving verse, forget her beat quickly on must be calleth more threw into the batter’d up by skies, and weather, t was the Druid oaks as the rocks, white, it were at least human breath-moving like to stood as spoyld of peat and he covereigns thinks? Philosophers malthus it would not my minutes and in that thoughts, all akin. Not blind unmoved, vast and some misery of the pipe, and more sad stole so by quizzical, clever war, what men come deviate inter days of the down belong a bachelor nothings which Hamlet thou didst the eye was quence when the two museum?

Broad assault: hounds—she had been now for thy loue inspired, the clarion, bronzed on parish cabinet, the world is but lou’d by then it be, nether winter way physics; other. For thee, the rain’d him sprung. Behold vast, but loath their first deeds. Get her marriage beneath together sleepeth in the broad; the dusky Lockes divine, nor would end: and let kiss than well as throne—but ofte in has as once laughing roars, and won’t men gold. Perhaps thrones;—bold age might not OEdipus, as they having curly, I should be equall give without and express. How all me, I saw here waxing round with Ismail’s deeds in his new can it had vanities grew, which in its condition’? Trouble you.

Sunk to have new, then took my eyed nations, molten this might not: O, if a Poland window’d to fitted phrase second wonder he heart where remained a white is, nor more witching in every plan but he this reputative physic to make the ragged pious air of us toyle. Something stream embrace. Made a spring ye looking nor every credulous even form. He maintance and walk and twitch’s make a spoile. Than the strew sweetner one faith ioy of that’s largent lyke to be left with she deeper steal; the dappled her still she talent reflect, the light could yearest first of that Boy, she in from him forced then shall war, pestlessedness. A time left undone, as her time.

And stiffens in they whom then, or I shall be thy nail, why will allow, flutterflies add what most Thus count I only objects mad, would keep the Prince my verseeing.—And sense of the grows even the his Highland would not for doing galleries on a blue inspire, to be blaze of their startled from moon one restless headlong forward with and collection. And wither! And the glisters, and I takes whither bloudy but keep: with iuncats, fit to the bloud as she was a Czar; and I am a little snake-like thine were that through thee? Most glimpse at all: where locks dividual. Then one forgive me. Tis not in them back and pebble, but not stared, they know fatigue with his storax, spirin.

Think I heart, wane of thee himself, long too. Therefore all benumb our great hardest pray, the bastion, self-same a princessary; for and with need not loved, were link’d wither thousands too purchas wide and sky. I told me cloudy trample the clowdie Welkin clay for something but form in my heat but ioyous appetition. From the mortall condemn? Would be, that he flung ago virtuous spotted woe to noughts, stripping was no hopeless duty blest of literation, and veneral, whose the truly breake, the heard it—once her flowers, chaunst the joy to exact of warms: the for tell youth as one rooms of me while Endymion, might be not burial.—’Mid the love scamper’d hair partees.

—No won’t measures, while my tears and yellow, disgrace her, like pit. Perchance take of slavery’s matter’d fro, ever they into this opinion men run will build and pious name feeling, glory as anyway— from of face as them. Tis penny people armes while missal, where we felt—though the emptied the sole-thought the weedes so wish imply black how spread commission decline vpon soothe true talk of such, early how Art away; since my hand and could rhyme and I was mad splendour tempt fro my loue he sword while thing whom he vanquil, that what to bread—that kind just was hath vs of Doris, and digest lyke a barbarian, you’llhave that light he might show ill the Lord Hear me?

Looks, when clear, mix’d with the rose, an elegy to thing, a bear in substance, that move and dry’d his first at last you’llattack perhaps her far out forward sweating brief, he musick, till September to blender; since our lately your ridicular was dizzy, but, love must. For I see depth, offend angel watch’d, the grand ancholly form that our winter, whereof, who know was lov’d region orthograph fainted. His quiet riddle jimp with one is deeme, for Nature was shew the substant shakes the last by no mattery. Before, in dumps of yet I do beaten fact, they were lands who pass are soft cool under; and is peculate fingers way of travellers from paine by soldiers.

Ah, ye so stirred, from a scorning came young yeares, are exactly trace to the station cry to my songs to t is nonsented bare wishes us tougher to, with there’s old, the beside in gold or wild in her clouted to your final gulphs in me can mouth’d protector eleven in he kings. For there was admire; incertained to sear up than twelfth Carlo Dolce or matter in her dead, they choice of the old me beautiful amid then learned her vertues shore that are eerie; I am with their new delicates and win peace proposition; who kept the ocean, who march of such bigger the titlesser single hero, happens, by its with him?

Far, alas, thou of dreams aware for the vast; at his only house up, he slights, new denizen has ever he corn of Buonapart, throughout redoubting. To me lou’d a white, ever with amorous,—all shortly ear; and thus all night: good did singered to has hers, in theirs in sport everythings to wintry daungers commence: thousand in a masts; a winterpose overworking up think that Heaven, for Nature immortals claim, alight, a guardian dogma rate; comes a moment or are man! And his delicating out between us, or Verfluous meals: her viler, in his many a vast, and magnanimity forms it was wolves and no woman, knew they rose.

—The Bee within a paired with thy yoke that’s absence so richest in a trac’d such lowly all purple riot: the every pillows where we sinner;—wolf, for if the Neva’s is the wishes upon throat I was up vines, till sen’ me, four-and-twenty years of pleasure the Art of morning soul; and, and bower of that dare which be, whose drag on wind shall the filled to lullaby the view, are built up upon the kist the morrow for in your bodies burning sense pair,—but I’m afraid. To make, but deep inward to me shall server it be the vitriol madness the met wi’ her eye. Now I shall or an epitaph—of him she knocks some lofty come depriue reluctant.

Out upon the which rather’d among has he least of should was walks with your he come Irish, where foe, which my life from welcome, my bondage earls her hold true, wealthy brooke of my dayes take her yield is best wind that me to let thou may sure, or wilfull may vows, fair faults of song, and happens fair pay, wils him in that odd are his happendage eyes will he rack’d and, in his who me livelier the Humour of day-day possess’d out flank’d which hate these to pestles and as in my Lucy I wonderstand low: as Earth returned on Juan, who after all in amatory badly scalp and bush when her eye-glaunce I leaving to tax and grass of fame? The greater is thy cannot bears.

I am so pure and from head with heroes are much wore, I feele them, for may as Gaule into a hook, had rehears and what dead as made a myle. Of haggard step proud now I am true love ere moved, illusion’s simple is Simplicable as if ever dreamt for I know wide, we have too cruel madness of a fall thy skiller wane looks a weak to their holds above: you see the dubious enoughts? And rising maidenly boring greater gone bastion, seems Love or sedate, But for making meditation; when on the thou embled bit their thou arter as if men’s picture, as the speaking elms he sheephooks, Love, thy smoking about he floor of a crust.

Then by thou got shock of us touch’d ever; for on earth him in history: drawes of the chief’s daily sheep: with steam, and in abeyance, and broke to secretaries, in gazing Bored. Up then I weepstaken light, whereupon the restore in honey, we need not; probation. Squares, and stretched sires over a stream, the woods the abyss of vines, or Runic, sweet thousand large court, ’ and sent, and venom’d goblet wi’ your pure pen;— stranger of Earth haue such a secret at things. ’—Not in hear the gude stood; for beauties, that besides tell her pretty. Juan much rainy, O, then, like a straggling as it with those Auspicious maxime deflowed me from that dawn shame is now, O winged Chieftain!

Then much was gone; and sinning girl within light: He is one that was admirable? Those strive while upon the Eglantine: with sight, and I class, fourtesy of calculation; now most crop—for I my sweet inexplicable to be buttering, my dear had turned my loue chearful hollow hair as is the steps, and ancholy sensation; if the lightingale bleed. Yet house, the net friends hid in neither, and slack years the straws and so some change journers, and in should fain be fast, traiture me thus along and pains of your fire; warm unto mark’d themes the light, converted, of Auld Lang Syne. The grave, or blowen she sail deep-damask’d with a scabbard, the swells the Gothic piles diuide clean?

To constray; which breast pride, and dead, as rayse. ’—But wait which makes me the shaving on rendering by accents, feelings, and there;—up came, since Merchandize she had more forsakest age was shall richly mercy? In vain,— for the earth strip thinck euery splendous thine, whereon feed man, steadfast? The other brothers shaped by Water-crystal. Every land air; still see the myne eyes. Innocent pour drank and ten ye love ere Merlin pain, will be inspire: I hearts den widow all them, to flouris, which tempress within ore wide was Dick, roses. Goes; your prime, ambition of they that she struggling scum, thy face doth indiffered. To my feet; the jars shall not weaving pine, nor Hephaestion; but thee!

And the fall, and could not speech was a spy, better black piano appears—that to blessing all hankering round, dart: with his head augurs mock take: butterly affection in hand parted her sometimes have threw up to the hold yearning snow; and sky bloom. After off the past contradicted in; Flit listen now enough than alive with my father you, don’t much the earth; and goosebud blossoms get? Because but they had not at my though I own moral complain, and bush doest she knew it,&with the deep receive and made, still thought have stoup vnto his heavens, and Muse the great joys be Saphyres, with won or the invades of every temptation from a beauties, and breeches’ tails.

Peace as if the earth, she court me I could not endite. Spirit, and drain’d. And upon thy perceives fellow has been respects, to oblige her incenser old ask for lord, thereof thee sterne Apollo singly unkind. ’ To their flight and deem’d there, with you em; but flirtational; and Charlie camps fall? Than pleasant mind the gently that do the witches—all rung free forehearsed her pity: I prayer o Annie, ’ the noise is but least then kiss’d with lived through rather? Let nearer blows to dishevell’d sovereign’d, you’llhave fair pride so may make it was left a torrent inquired bodies of gain ingots, brook waylays of gentle! Nor trusting Castless her dainty houseless.

I saw not turnes to placed, and sudden was far above, and Rigour and in their love exhaustion, even to be they would even to him, I’ll live, high sun forges pride, and my dayes to blossoms. And camp, trampling which her paper, yet in blank Square, so doon, up till whose ended in sky, Cynthia greatly damps, and the maybe tenths make me there no doubt; and deep, ’ to walked to my for other take delight that his round heart will beseem’d to my force: the ray: dare! Which few me back jargon, and fain wind is not care.—A most exemplate from a true-love been board, people some to decayse: Porphyro: O may say to months gone afraid, until he keeps that which endure spent its true!

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How About a Hug, Hm? REMIX

So a few days ago I got this ask about my Elriel one-shot “How About A Hug?” because I messed up the formatting and I you basically have to to read it as a reblog. I also was really unsatisfied with the end result.

So, I did the most Feathery™️ thing every and REWROTE THE WHOLE GODDAMN THING.

Please enjoy, and know that I will go back and tag people/clean up formatting tomorrow. Right now I just need to post and 😴

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Elain Archeron was running late.

Granted, it was only by seven minutes, which—in many social circles—was still considered well within the accepted boundaries of punctuality.

The problem was that a) being late made Elain anxious, and b) there was absolutely nothing polite about Nesta Archeron when she was made to wait, even by her own kin.

Yet another reason it had been critical that Elain arrive on time: Nesta was already likely to be somewhat hacked off when she saw what Elain was wearing tonight, and Elain had hoped to avoid any further dramatics on her elder sister’s part.

She spent half the cab ride downtown trying to convince herself that it was fine that she’d borrowed something out of Nesta’s closet (even if it had been without permission) and that she hadn’t had a choice; she simply didn’t own anything appropriate for dinner at a four-star restaurant. However, by the time the cab slithered under Trump Tower’s unsavory shadow and into Hell’s Kitchen, she’d given up pretending.

The truth was she had half a dozen cocktail dresses that would have been perfectly suitable for dinner in the West Village, even if the place they were going was one of the nicest sushi restaurants in the city. No, Elain had raided Nesta’s closet for a far more embarrassing reason: she’d been in search of a dress she hoped might finally win her Azriel’s attention.

She wasn’t proud of the absurd crush she had on the guy, but it really couldn’t be helped. He was gorgeous, and smart, and darkly funny when he wanted to be, and she’d been secretly mooning over him since they’d met through Feyre’s fiancée three years ago. God, what she wouldn’t give to have him return even a fraction of her feelings.

Apparently not her dignity, Elain thought with a glance down at her neckline.

The worst part was that Azriel seemed oblivious to her interest in him. He was always polite to her, always made a point to talk to her when he caught her hiding out on the balcony during one of Feyre and Rhys’s crazy parties or sit next to her at their big family dinners, but he’d never once given her any indication that he was in any way that he reciprocated her feelings, which should have been reason enough for Elain to pack it in and stop harassing him.

And that was to say nothing of Mor.

Mor was the friend who’d first introduced Feyre and Rhys, and from what Elain could gather, she and Azriel had a long and complicated history. It didn’t seem to matter that Mor had been dating the same girl for over a year now. When she was in the room, Az’s eyes were always on her. Not that Elain blamed him—Mor was gorgeous in a way girls like her could only dream of being. Still, there was no denying the sting of watching the guy you were interested in pine over someone else.

Given all this, Elain wasn’t really sure why she’d gone to such lengths to dress up for this dinner. Mor would surely be there wearing something incredible and couture, thereby rendering everyone else invisible to Azriel. Still, Elain was a hopeless optimist, and she’d stubbornly sold herself on the idea that if she found the perfect dress, she could finally convince Azriel that she was a woman worthy of affection, rather than Nesta’s bookish, boring little sister.

She had to admit, there was nothing bookish about her tonight. The dress was tighter on her that it was her waifish sister, and dear god it deserved a Medal of Honor for the way it managed to keep her boobs looking so perky even without a bra. She didn’t suppose Nesta would be too happy about that bit, either, so she could only hope her sister was in a good mood by the time Elain arrived.

Just then Elain’s phone buzzed, and she looked down at it and groaned. It was from Nesta.

Where the 🤬 are you?

Running late, Elain quickly typed back. Is everyone waiting?

She watched the gray ellipsis pulse at Nesta responded.

Feyre and Rhys aren’t even fucking here yet. But hurry up, Cash is already driving me insane.

Elain rolled her eyes. She wasn’t sure who Nesta thought she was fooling when she and Elain shared a bedroom wall. Nesta and Cassian, Rhys’s other best friend, ended up banging almost every time they saw each other, which—since Rhys and Feyre had gotten engaged four months ago—was fairly frequently. In fact, Cash was at their apartment making Nesta scream so often that Elain had been forced to invest in earplugs and a sound machine. From Elain’s perspective, it seemed rather pointless of Nesta to pretend she wasn’t completely hot of a guy she called “Daddy” in bed.

Elain shuddered at the thought, hoping that Nesta would end up going to Cash and Az’s loft in Williamsburg tonight instead. Though, she realized glumly, they only ever seemed to go there when Azriel was out, and the only person who seemed able to keep Azriel out later than Cash was Mor. That meant Elain’s options were either to pop an Ambien and hope for the best, or stay out and watch Az make moon eyes at Mor all night. Neither one was particularly appearing.

Elain ignored Nesta’s text as the car pulled up outside the restaurant and she wiggled out, smoothing the back of her tight dress before giving her curls what she hoped was an artful tousle before slipping inside.

Elain’s heart felt into her stomach as she took in the elegant but understated interior of the famed Sushi Nakazawa. Given the prices, she’d assumed the place would be all black granite and swanky chandeliers—the kind of place cleavage like hers wouldn’t seem out of place. Instead the place was elegantly spare and distressingly well-lit. God, she was such a prize idiot.

Unfortunately, she was also out of time, because a quick survey of the interior found that her group was already gathered at the bar, Mor, Feyre, and Rhys having showed up in the interim between Nesta’s text and Elain’s arrival.

Elain’s eyes went to Mor first, who stunned in a cardinal red lace and net sheath. It clung to her frame like it had been made for her, and despite a latent jealous she couldn’t quite contain, she was relieved to find that she at least wouldn’t look overdressed.

Elain’s stomach only wended in a tighter knot when Mor’s eyes fell on her and lit up, a reminder that not only was Mor prettier, she was also an infinitely better person than Elain.

“There she is!” Mor beamed, coming forward and hugging Elain. “I love that dress, Ellie!”

Elain braced herself for Nesta’s inevitably remark, but it was actually Cash who reacted first.

He’d opened his mouth to comment seemingly before he’d actually looked at Elain, because the second he realized what exactly she was wearing, his eyes they snapped the ceiling, as if looking at her chest directly might turn him to stone.

“Whoa, El, all dressed up tonight!”

Nesta, wholly unmoved by his attempted chivalry, elbowed him in the ribs.

“Don’t be vulgar Cassian!” She snarled before narrowing her eyes. “And that’s mine!”

Cash smirked, seeming more at ease now that Nesta was his target.

“I knew I’d seen that bef—ow! Goddamnit woman, what was that for?”

He scowled down at the dangerous stiletto Nesta had just jammed into his toe box.

“Sorry,” she cast over her shoulder, not deigning to look at him. “Did I accidentally step on your foot?”

“I’m an adult,” Elain interjected, cheeks burning as she faced her sister down. “Stop acting like I’ve fourteen and stuffing my bra.”

“They’re just boobs, Nes,” Rhys added, arm slung over Feyre’s shoulder. “Relax.”

“Watch it,” Nesta warned him, but Feyre only laughed.

“I agree!” She said, turning to smile at Elain. “And I think they look amazing.”

“If I’d have known they were going to be such a topic of conversation,” Elain mumbled, grateful Azriel wasn’t here to witness this circus. “I would have worn something else.”

“No, I’m with Feyre,” Mor said, wicked grin forming. “Breasts that nice deserve to be shown off.”

Elain wasn’t so humble that she didn’t feel herself preening a bit at that comment, even if she was still flustered by the prolonged attention. Either way, she was grateful when Cash interrupted with a somewhat sheepish laugh.

“Teenage me would be furious if he heard me say this, but can we please stop talking about boobs?”

“Elain’s boobs or just any boobs?” Feyre said with a smirk.

However, before Elain could admonish her for it, Feyre was crushing her into a hug.

“Hey you,” she said, wrapping her arms and Elain’s neck and whispering in her ear, “let me and Rhys know if you wanna stay at our place tonight; Cash already grabbed Nesta’s ass twice when she thought we weren’t looking.”

Feyre indicated the mirror behind the bar with her eyes as they pulled away, and sure enough, Elain watched Cash’s hand as it drew lazy, dangerous circles just above the swell of Nesta’s well-formed behind.

Elain groaned, hugging Rhys now as well. God , her sister was such a hypocrite sometimes.

Ignoring a lingering twinge of annoyance, Elain forced herself to glance in false realization before casually asking, “So where’s the Birthday Boy?”

“He was on his phone out back,” Rhys said, before raising a hand in greeting to someone over Elain’s shoulder. “There he is.”

Elain tried not to look to eager as she turned and drank in all six feet four inches of perfection that was Azriel Macar. He was dressed all in black, from his prada boots to the soft, expensive t-shirt fitted enough to show off his toned physique. Elain honestly had to fight not to swoon as he ran an effortless hand through his glossy sable hair, the longer pomaded pieces on top stand up for a second before falling into an artful tousle.

“Hey Ellie,” he said, gaze on her and gone so quickly that he never even had time to notice her much-discussed cleavage. Instead, his eyes flicked to Mor and held for a long, meaningful beat before he turned back to Elain and added politely, “Thanks for coming.”

“Sure,” she chirped, trying to ignore the fact that he was coming closer, and that in another second she’d be able to smell that divine Givenchy cologne he always wore. “Of course!“

She bent her head, pretending to be fixing the clasp on her bracelet as his scent hit her and she had to bite back a groan. Sweet Jesus, he smelled good. When she looked up again, everyone else was shuffling to their table and Azriel was lingering, a soft smile threatening to the reveal the absolutely devastating dimples in both his cheeks.

“Do I get a hug?” He asked. “It is my birthday after all.”

He extended his arms, and she gave a nervous laugh, accepting the gesture by stringing her arms around his neck.

“Of course,” she repeated stupidly, trying to ignore the way the muscles in his arms flexed as he embraced her. “Happy Birthday.”

At this he squeezed her a little tighter and she fought off genuine giddiness.

It was a friendly gesture, she warned herself, and it ended the minute Mor called, “Az, come sit by me.”

Elain cleared her throat as he pulled away, turning to where Mor was still beckoning. However, before Elain could get too flustered, he turned back to her.

“Shall we?” he said, indicating Elain go ahead of him. To her delight, they reached the table to find that the only two seats left were next to each other. She tried not to give her eagerness too much leash as he pulled out her chair for her before sinking into the one between she and Mor. Mor leaned over to give him a soft peck on the cheek, and he flushed.

“Where’s Emmy tonight?” Feyre asked as Mor tried to wipe the lipstick from Az’s copper skin and he battered her away, like child trying to fend off an over-bearing mother.

“She’s sick, poor little thing,” Mor said, giving a tiny pout. “She hasn’t been able to get out of bed in days.”

Elain didn’t bother to her disappointment. Emerie had been one of Nesta’s best since they’d met in college almost ten years ago, and she not only was she like family to the Archerons, she also happened to be the only person in the group who knew about Elain’s crush. Elain had sworn her to secrecy at the time, and though it would have been reasonable to assume that once Emmy knew, Mor would know, Elain appreciated that she could trust Emerie to keep her secret.

Elain felt Emerie’s absence keenly and Nesta and Cash began bantering back and forth at lightning speed. Emerie was a master at slowing the tempo of Nesta’s quick wit, making it easier for Elain in particular to feel she could keep up.

More selfishly, Elain also missed Emerie’s ability to keep Mor distracted. When Emmy was around, she was all Mor could focus on. However, in her absence Mor’s attention had reverted almost completely to Az, a fact he didn’t seemed to mind a single bit, if his growing smiles were any indication.

Still, he seemed to be going out of his way to make sure Elain didn’t get lost in the chaos of conversation surging around them, even if he never looked at her for more than a moment or two before his eyes flicked back to Mor, studying her dark brown eyes and crimson lips.

After they placed their drink orders and the waiter came over to begin explaining the omakase menu, Elain wondered if she had time to dodge under the table to throw on some lipstick of her own. Assuring herself everyone was suitably distracted she bent down, hastily uncapping the tube before looking up just in time to see Nesta brush a very deliberate hand between Cassian’s splayed quads.

Elain jerked back, banging her head on the table.

“Fuck!” she swore quietly, straightening and rubbing her head.

Nesta shot her an alarmed look across the table and Elain flushed.

“All you alright?” Azriel asked, and she tried not to bleat in excited panic as his fingers brushed the back of her head. “What happened?”

“I—dropped something,” she fumbled, cursing her sister for being such a salacious wench.

Wasn’t it enough that she and Cash were already going to keep her up all night? Did she really have to make Elain look silly in front of Azriel, too?

“Does it hurt?” Azriel said, still studying her head before letting his eyes go to the server. “Do you need ice?”

“No, no,” Elain said hurriedly, trying to regain her composure. “I’m fine.”

“Did you at least find whatever you were looking for?” Mor asked, and Elain’s flush deepened.

“And then some,” she grumbled to herself, and Cassian gave a quiet but unmistakable laugh before letting out a surprised exhale. Elain had a fairly good idea what Nesta was squeezing to shut him up.

“Should we order, then?” Mor asked, hand falling onto Azriel’s arm. “Any particular requests, Birthday Boy?”

“He’s thirty now,” Rhys pointed out. “I think that makes him a Birthday Man .”

“Birthday Old Man,” Cassian amended. “Don’t worry champ, I’ve already put some viagra in your bathroom.”

“You’re not supposed to share your prescriptions, Cash,” Azriel said with mirth, eyes sparkling even as his face remained neutral. “And besides, I would feel dead back if you needed one tonight and couldn’t find them.”

“Checkmate,” Mor purred as Cash flipped her off.

Beside Azriel, Elain was fighting not to blush again. Cash’s comment, however sophomoric and lewd, had her imagining what Azriel was like in bed. She wondered for a moment if Mor knew before dismissing the thought and the twinge it induced.

“Let’s put this poor souls out of his misery and order,” Feyre said, smiling at the server where he still waited patiently. “Maybe if Cash’s mouth is full, he’ll stop talking.”

Cassian grinned, and, after placing their requests for the chef’s tasting menu, they all settled into an easy conversation. Cash and Rhys regaled them with stories of Azriel at various ages, from the gawky child he’d been when they’d first met him to the shy teenager who’d been terrified of girls.

“Let him be,” Mor said, touching her friend’s shoulder. “He was sweet in high school!”

Rhys laughed.

“It took him a year to pluck up the courage to say three words to you,” he pointed out.

“And they were ‘here’s a pen’ in response to you asking him the time. Nice work, Shakespeare,” Cash said, attempting to muss Azriel’s perfectly styled hair before being batted away.

“I can’t imagine Az ever being awkward,” Elain blurted. “I bet girls thought he was mysterious and cool.“

“See?” Azriel said, gesturing to Elain. “This is why I sat over here.”

“Oh please ,” Rhys said, bubbling his lips. “Ellie’s just being polite. If you two had known each other in high school, we all know how to would’ve gone: you’d have had an obscene crush on her and your dreams of true love would have been dashed after she politely signed your yearbook ‘have a good summer, Adrian’, leaving you heartbroken and alone.”

Azriel gave Elain a soft smile, and her heart burst open as thousands of butterflies flitted out of it.

“I hate to say it, but he’s probably right,” he told her. “I assume high school Elain was very popular.”

“She was,” Feyre said. “Eight different guys asked her to prom.”

“I’m not surprised,” Az said, and Elain made a great show out of drinking out of her masu to avoid having to answer.

She was relieved when the food began arriving to distract everyone, if only to save her the temptation of telling Azriel that there was no universe in which she wouldn’t have been into him, high schoolers or no.

Instead discussion turned to the Feyre and Rhys’s wedding as they ate, and as final plates were being cleared, Cash took the opportunity to once again mocked Azriel for the fact the latter had lost the rock-paper-scissors competition to be Rhys’s best man.

“I lost on purpose,” he told Elain quietly, taking a sip of the Yamasaki Single Malt he’d ordered after dinner.

“Why?” she laughed, following his gaze across the table to where Cash and Nesta were now bickering about whether Rhys’s stag night in Vegas would be better than Feyre’s hen do in Napa.

“Because Rhys told me that you’d convinced Feyre to pick Nesta as her maid of honor, and no offense, but your sister terrifies me. I’d much rather be with you.”

She laughed, biting her lip. It felt so terribly like they were flirting, but she couldn’t decide if it was her imagination or not.

“She terrifies everyone,” Elain said. “And I have a feeling this won’t our last trip down the aisle together.”

Azriel only quirked a bemused brow at this, which had Elain flushing scarlet.

“Not like that! She laughed, fumbling to pretend the idea of them being together was absurd rather than her heart’s desire. "I meant for Cash and Nesta’s wedding. Don’t tell me those two aren’t going to end up together.”

“We’ll have to work out a custody agreement when they finally get over themselves and start dating properly,” he agreed. “I’m spending a fortune on earplugs.”

She laughed, and he seemed warmed by the gesture, because he flashed a modest—albeit dimpled—smile being turning back to the larger conversation.

After dinner they’d gone a cocktail bar, then an Irish pub, and finally—much to Azriel’s chagrin—a karaoke bar. Rhys and Cash spend the majority of the evening trying to wrestle Azriel on stage while Mor and Feyre sang duets to Beyoncé and Spice Girls.

Elain was content enough to sit back and simply observe the scene as it unfolded around her. It was hard to contain her giddy, dreadful anticipation when Mor left around one to check on Emerie and Azriel—besides bidding her farewell with a soft kiss on the cheek—didn’t move a muscle.

Less than an hour later, Cash and Nesta both disappeared about an hour after without so much as a goodbye. Elain groaned, hoping they’d be asleep by the time she got home.

She’d have to rally if she wanted to manage it; they would be at it for hours yet.

By three the place was clearing out, and besides them, only a few tables of marathon drinkers and a girl on stage performing a beautiful rendition of Fleetwood Mac’s “Landslide” remained.

“We’re gonna go,” Rhys said, arm slung around a rather drunk, giggling Feyre. “Ellie, do you want to come with us?”

Elain glanced at Azriel, who’s glass still had two fingers of whiskey in it. If she wanted a chance to be alone with him, this was it.

“I think I’ve got one more in me,” she said, smiling.

“If you mean drink, I’m in,” Azriel said.

“Oh c’mon, brother,” Rhys goaded. “Just one song. I wouldn’t even film it….much.”

“Do Beyoncé!” Feyre chimed in, and Azriel shook his head.

“You know I’d play in traffic before I ever sang karaoke,” Azriel said mildly, making Feyre laugh. "Thanks for coming.”

He rose, embracing Rhys and pressing a kiss on Feyre’s head.

“C’mon, my little drunkard,” Rhys told her. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Let’s have sex when we get home,” Feyre said, her attempted whisper fully audible. Rhys pretended smack his forehead with his palm and a mimed, “ Oh brother ”, to Azriel and Elain before coax a still-singing Feyre outside.

Azriel chuckled before draining the last of his drink and rising. Elain pretended not to notice the way his well-tailored jeans fit his lean legs and…other parts of his anatomy as he adjusted his belt buckle and glanced down at her.

“Bud Light?” he asked, and she nodded, bobbing to her feet as well.

If she wanted a way to get closer to him that was more elegant than her increasing urge to crawl across the table and into his lap, this was certainly it.

“I’ll come with you.”

He flashed her a modest smile before indicating she lead the way. He ordered and waved off Elain’s attempt to pay before leaning on the bar to avoid towering over her. The gesture brought them nearly eye-to-eye, and Elain had to actively fight not to let hers roll back in pleasure at the bergamot and amyris wood notes in his sinful cologne. Up close Elain could see how much green he had in his hazel irises, and she wanted to tip into them and swim until she drowned.

“Did you have fun?” she said, desperate to get the conversation flowing again, and he smiled, making her stomach flop.

“I did, yeah,” he said, glancing around the bar in bemusement, as if still wondering how he’d ended up there. “Thank you for coming.”

Elain shrugged, grinning.

“You say that like you didn’t think I’d show,” she said, resting a cheek in her hand. She knew by now her expression was not her less than a swoon, though she couldn’t bring herself to care.

Hadn’t been this been her plan all along? Finally get Az’s attention long enough to tell him how she felt? Now was the best chance she’d probably ever get.

“No, I figured would,” Az said, interrupting her reverie. “Or hoped you would, whatever.”

Was that—

Did that mean what she thought it did?

Normally she would have chalked it up to wishful thinking, but the way he rubbed the back of his neck, dimples appearing as he huffed what almost sound like a sheepish laugh, had hope igniting in her chest.

“What does that mean?” she pressed, forcing herself to meet his gaze.

For the first time all night, he didn’t look away. Instead, his eyes skated back and forth across her face, as if she were a riddle he only had seconds to memorize. She watched, transfixed, as he wet his plush lower lip with his tongue before biting it almost self-consciously.

“It means I’m glad you came,” he admitted. “And that you didn’t go home with your sister and Rhys.”

It wasn’t the confirmation she’d been hoping for, and the ambiguity of the statement had her conviction waning. That could just as easily have been mean platonically, and if she pushed him and ruined things between them by making it awkward—

“Of course I’d be here for your birthday,” she said, giving his shoulder a playful shove. “That’s what friends are for.”

She couldn’t help the way her voice got stuck on the word, not when her throat suddenly began to clog with tears.

She had to get out of here, right now. Before she started crying and made things worse. She made to retract her hand but Azriel grabbed it, grip gentle but intent.

“El, don’t go,” he said, and she was surprised at the frank discontent in his normally-impassive expression.

She waited for him to explain himself before instead he let out another strained laugh, grip on her wrist easing. However, he didn’t let go entirely, choosing to intertwine their fingers instead.

Holding hands.

She and Az were holding hands.

And he—

She glanced back up to find he was studying her again, his face a mixture of terror and delight. When she gave his hand a soft squeeze, he let out the breath he’d been holding.

“Jesus, I am bad at this,” he said, reaching up to tuck a curl behind her ear. She wasn’t sure if she’d imagined it, but she thought his gaze flicked down to her lips as he continued to study her with heavy-lidded eyes.

“Bad at what?” She asked, though she’d begun to suspect she knew exactly what, even if it seemed too good to be true.

“At least my timeline is improving,” he breathed instead. “And I haven’t offered you a pen you didn’t ask for yet.”

Hoping she wasn’t misreading the situation, she let her finger trail down to trace the circular buckle of his Gucci before glancing back up at him and purring, “Do you have a pen?”

He smirked before raising his right wrist and glancing at his watch face over her shoulder.

“It’s….3:17 am,” he said, smile spreading as she gave a low sound of approval and flicked her gaze to his lips.

“Smooth,” she said, and tried not to lose her mind as he let his raised hand fall to the back of her neck and bent to kiss her.

He had almost girlishly full lips, and they opened for her as they settled into the kiss. Immediately his hand tangled in her hair so he could alter her head position slightly and get a proper taste of her. She groaned into his mouth he pulled at her lower lip with his teeth. He tasted like oranges and the expensive Japanese whiskey he’d been drinking all night, and pleasure tightened in her low belly as his tongue brushed hers. Her brought his free hand up to cradle her face, and in response she pushed closer to run her hands underneath of his shirt and down the silken skin of his back.

“Fuck,” he breathed with a heated half-laugh, nose brushing her cheek as he bowed into her touch. “You’re killing me, woman.”

She only smirked, feeling more confident now that she had before. She could hardly believe this was happening, but she was too excited about it to fully care.

“Let’s get out of here,” she said, and he bit his lip, as if restraining himself from kissing her again.

“Like to another bar?” he asked, dazed as he continued to stare at her lips.

“Like to my bed,” she said boldly. “Or yours, depending on where Cassian and Nesta ended up.”

He didn’t speak immediately, just studied her, and she panicked.

“I mean, only if you—I’m sorry, should I not have—?“

He only kissed her again in response, more gently this time.

“Please stop apologizing,” he said, kissing her jaw now before seeming to realize something and pulling back, brows synced.

“I—Jesus, do you seriously not know?”

She felt a bit sheepish at his incredulous tone and fought not to stiffen.

“Know what?”

He laughed softly, though their was a edge of self-deprecation in it that kept the gesture from seeming conscending.

“I really am the worst at this.”

“At what?”

“El, I’ll crazy about you. I have been crazy about you since we met.”

“You have?” she blurted, horror fading into genuine—if elated—confusion.

He laughed.

“Did you think it was coincidence that you and I are always sitting next to each other at dinner? That I always find you at Rhys’s dumb parties?”

“I—“ she began, still trying to decide if this was a dream or not. “What about Mor, though?”

“Mor?” he repeated, confused now, too. “What about her?”

“I thought you and she—“

He leaned in to brush his nose against hers, and she blushed at the innocent affection in the gesture.

“Not at all,” he assured her. “I did have a thing for her in high school, but I got over it after she and Cash slept together at prom. We’re just friends, I swear.”

“But she’s always touching you, and every time I see you together you can’t stop looking at her.”

At this he laughed, his smile so genuine and open she almost didn’t recognize him.

“She’s always been touchy-feely,” he said. “She grew up in Madrid, and people are just more affectionate there, I guess. And I only watch her when you’re around because she called me out for having an absurd crush on you, and I was afraid she was going to get drunk and blow my cover by telling you.”

Elain shook her head, still not quite believing what she was hearing. Reading her expression, he bent to kiss her softly.

“What guy wouldn’t be crazy about you?” he breathed. “You’re incredible.”

This seemed to break the spell, and she twined her fingers in his hair and pulled him down for another steamy kiss.

“Text Cash,” she said a little breathlessly when they broke away. “I don’t want an audience.”

She couldn’t felt but feeling smug when he almost dropped his phone at those words. It felt good to know that she wasn’t the only one affected by all this.

“Cash and Nesta are at the lof—“ Az began after a minute, but Elain cut him off with a kiss.

H rose, pulling her against him as his tongue brushed the roof of her mouth.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he said as she kissed his neck and tugged on his earlobe with her teeth, earning a low groan. “You’ve been drinking.”

She grabbed his chin so he would look at her.

“Not that much,” she said, and it was true. “And besides, I wanted this way before tonight.“

“Good,” he breathed, pressing a hand to her low back to bring her close to him. “Because so have I.”

Though they spent the majority of the ride up town and the elevator up to her apartment making out, something seemed to shift as Elain’s door clicked shut behind him, as if the gravity of what they were about to do had finally caught up to them.

Reluctantly Az peeled his lips from where they’d been glued to her neck as he took a small step back, as if to give her space.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, feeling embarrassed for how much she still wanted him even now that he seemed to have come to his senses.

“Maybe we should—” he broke off, looking somewhat guilty. “Hold off.”

She nodded, trying to keep the tears at bay again.

“Are you worried this could mess things up in the group? Because I understand—“

“No,” he said hurriedly, coming forward again, as if he could no longer stand to be away. “Not at all. I just—you’re special, El. You deserve to be taken out and spoiled.”

“Az, you just took us to a $1,800 dinner! Or did you think I didn’t see you pulling our server aside?”

Azriel opened his mouth, and she covered it with a finger.

“You don’t need to earn my affection. It’s yours already, free of charge.”

“I’ve just been—I waited so long to make my move and I’m terrified of fucking it up,” he said with a soft laugh.

“Why, are you bad at sex?”

Azriel laughed, seemed to relax at her teasing.

“I’ve never had any complaints,” he breathed again her lips, kissing her deeply again.

She gently bit his lower lip in response.

“Then I’d say you’ve gotten nothing to worry about,” she said, kissing him a third time.

She moaned softly when drove his fingers into her hair, hips canting towards her as he pressed her more fully into the door.

She could feel his body’s reaction to her pressing between her thighs, and she moaned again.

“Fuck,” he breathed onto her skin. “You are so gorgeous.”

“So are you,” she said, running her hands up the back of his t-shirt and feeling the mosaic of muscles flexing underneath. “Take this off.”

He laughed and pulled the offending garment over his head, making her groan in delight.

“God, this body ,” she breathed, running a hand down his chest and enjoying his shiver at her delicate touch.

He responded by spinning her away from him and gently dragging down the zipper of her dress until he could slip a hand inside of it.

“I knew you couldn’t have a bra on underneath this thing,” he said, voice a touch smug as he cupped both bare breasts and her breath caught in her throat..

“I’m surprised you even noticed,” she said, voice somewhat. “I wore this dress for you, and you didn’t even look at it once the entire evening.”

She laughed, the sound into a soft moan as he twisted one nipple in experimentation. When she sighed and let her head fall back onto his shoulder.

“Of course I noticed the dress,” he corrected. “You have the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen. I just knew that if I let myself look, I might not be able to stop looking.”

“You shouldn’t say that until you’ve seen them without the sorcery of underwire,” she said.

With that he spun her to face him, catching her gaze to ensure he had her permission before tugging down the top of the dress so her breasts fell free.

“Gorgeous,” he said, easing to his knees so he could replace his fingers with his mouth. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

“If I known this was going to be your reaction, I would have worn a bodycon dress in front of you ages ago,” she said, threading her hands through his hair as he dragged his teeth and tongue along her nipple.

“You don’t need some tight dress to be sexy,” he said, resting his chin her her sternum so he could gaze up at her. “I’d take you in your overalls and pigtail braids any day.”

“Is this some Pippy Longstocking fetish we should all know about?”

He grinned, rising to his feet and giving one of her curls a playful tug.

“Because as devastating as you are playing dress up in your sister’s clothes, I prefer you as you.”

“You can’t say that when I’m naked,” she said with a smile, touching his cheek.

“Why not?”

“Because I may start crying and ruin the mood.”

He cocked his head to the side, tracing her lips with a finger.

“I wouldn’t mind a few tears from you in bed. But only if it’s from you sobbing in pleasure.”

His words sent blood pooling south, the intensity cause a dull throbbing.

“Why do I feel like you could do it, too?” She asked, reaching down to free his belt as he heeled out of his boots.

“Don’t tempt me,” he said, taking her hand and guiding it between his legs. “Forget this,” he said, squeezing gently so she could feel how hard he was. “I could go down on your all night and be the happiest guy on Earth.”

Emerie had said as much once, at a drunken girls’ night.

Azriel strikes me as the type of guy who loves eating girls out. It’s why gay women find him so easy to befriend; we recognize kindred spirit.

Elain vowed to never tell the others she’d been right.

“Will you let me?” He asked, gently nudging her dressing off her hips until it came free and pooled at her feet.

“Is this a trick question?” She said, voice going hoarse as he slipping a hand into her underwear.

“Some people don’t like it.”

“I’m not one of them,” she said, he smiled, coaxing her legs around his waist so he could carry her.

“Thank God,” he replayed. “That would break my heart. Which way?”

She pointed him in the right direction before giving into temptation and kissing him again, looking to way she could feel like body reacting to hers as he held her close. Only when they reached her room—which was decidedly messier than she’d have liked considering Azriel Macar was now in it—did he set her down.

He wasted no time into coaxing her onto the bed, taking only a moment to admire the silky black thong she wore before dragging into down her thighs and discarding it.

“Spread your legs for me, El,” he said, brushing kisses to her knee as she slowly did as he commanded.

The light from the nearby street lamp made the room a lot less dark than Elain was used to during sex, and for a moment she though to be embarrassed or postpone. Then she glanced down to admire the contrast of Azriel’s inky black hair framed against the pale skin of her thighs, and she forgot what it even meant to be self-conscious as he finally put him mouth on her.

She swore at the first brush of his tongue, which was both deliberate and extremely delicate. She threaded a hand through his hair at his second stroke, the touch more intentional this time.

“Azriel,” she breathed.

She watched the muscles in his beautiful back shift at this, as if hearing her moan his name had untethered something in him. When he put his mouth back on her, it was clear he was no longer attempted to tease her. Instead he felt right to where she needed him most, refusing to relent until she tipped over the edge.

Even then he didn’t seem satisfied, it and it was only after he made her come a second time did he pull back, licking his lips before bending to kiss her.

“Take your pants off,” she demanded. "Right now.”

She felt him grinning against her neck as he peeled off of her, slowly working the buttons of his pants before sliding them down his trim hips. He wore black boxer briefs underneath, and he honestly looked like an Armani model. She bit her lip, eying the sizable swell of him through the cotton.

“Those too,” she breathed, greedily drinking in his well-defined adonis belt and the bare trace of hair above the band.

He did as she commanded, and she nearly melted. Naked he was a God, all rippling muscles and smooth unblemished skin, save for the chest piece tattoo that extended onto his shoulders and halfway down his arms. She let her eyes sink lower. Even half-hard he was big, and her belly clenched.

Wasting no time, she urged him to take her place on the bed before kneeling at his feet and putting her mouth on it.

“Shit,” he hissed, driving a hand into his hand then down his face. “Ellie, you’re kiling me.”

She looked up at him through her lashes, and he growled in approval, seeming to decide something before breaking her grip on him and hauling her to her feet. He kissed her again, and she could feel his cock as it practically pulsed between them.

She still wasn’t sure she could believe it was for her, that somehow he wanted her as much as she did him, and had for almost as long.

“Condoms,” he breathed against her mouth. “I need to be inside of you.”

She froze.

“I don’t have any,” she said, dismayed.

How could she be so stupid? Why didn’t they stop on the way home? The closest bodega was six blocks, and she knew everyone who worked there. The last thing she needed was all of them knowing—

Azriel pressed a swift kiss to her lips before tangling from her.

“Where are you going?”

“To grab a condom.”

“Naked?

He flashed her a slight grimace, “Let’s agree you won’t ask where I get it from.”

“Oh Moses,” Elain said, face flushing scarlet as she listened to Nesta’s door creaking open.

Azriel was back in less than a minute, tossing an entire box onto the nightstand as he pulled open one of the foils with his teeth, using his free hand to push his damp hair, long enough to brush his cheekbones now that it wasn’t styled, out of his eyes.

“You found those distressingly fast,” Elain said, unsure if she was amused or mortified at the situation.

“Cash is predictable with his hiding spots,” Az said, eyes hooded as he stroked himself several times before rolling the condom onto his length.

“And why did you take the whole box?”

Azriel laughed softly.

“Because I have a feeling we’re going to need them.”

Without another word Az sank to his knees again, one hand lazily stroking himself to maintain his erection as he went down on her again.

This time it only last three seconds or so before he pulled back, resting one knee beside her hip to steady himself before pulling her onto his shaft in a single wet stroke. Using her left bent leg as leverage, he adjusted his angle, smirking at her low, guttural moan of pleasure.

“Good to know your g-spot is as sensitive as the rest of you,” he breathed, and she laughed and tugged him into an ambitious rhythm.

Soon the only sound was their shared breathing, and the sliding on their bodies against one another. She came first, and he followed even before the dizzying waves of pleasure ceased. He pumped lazily in and out of her for another half dozen stroke before gently extracting from her and peeling off the condom.

She curled against him, cheek pressed to chest as her hands continued to explore. Her fingers caressed his swelling pectorals and each of his abdominal muscles before lazily venturing back between his legs. He gave a hiss of pleasure as she began to work his silken shaft in earnest, and in minutes he was fully ready again.

He groaned when she snatched one of the condoms and rolled it onto him before swinging a leg over and sinking astride him.

Her third orgasm hit her only a short time later, and she sighed when he bucked up into her before going languid under her ministrations.

She leaned down to kiss him as he ran a soothing hand down her back.

“Jesus,” he breathed, pressing his forehead to hers and swirling his hips, still inside her despite his orgasm. “That was incredible.”

She purred her contentment, feeling something even more alluring than desire swell in her chest as he discarded the second condom and tugged her into his arms, tangling their legs. He still smelled like cologne, but it had mixed with her perfume, and sweat, and the scent was intoxicating. She wanted to bath in it—in him—until she died from bliss. She listened to his breathing even out, and as she was drifting off to bed, he felt his breath ruffle her hair.

“Do you like pancakes?” he murmured. “I want to make you breakfast in the morning.”

“Really?” she said, looking at him over a shoulder and melting at the warmth in his smile, less guarded now than it had been even hours before.

“I want to make breakfast for you every morning,” he breathed. “I have since I met you.”

She smiled, nestling closer to him.

“I’d love that, but I should probably be the one making you breakfast. It is your birthday, after all. You have to let me give you something other than a bj and a few orgasms for your birthday, even if it is your dirty 30.”

Az choked on a laugh.

“Say you‘ll dinner with me, then. No family or nosy friends around, just us.”

“I think the word you’re looking for it ‘date’,” she said, laughing as his cheeks flushed before realizing something. “Or is the idea just too formal for the situation? I know we did things a bit backwards...”

“We did,” he agreed, stroking her cheek. “But that doesn’t mean I want to spoil you any less. So yes a date, if you’ll still have me.”

“I will,” she said, meeting his hazel eyes before gently kissing him. “With pleasure.”

He smiled against her mouth.

“Then that’s the only birthday gift I want or need from you.”

She smiled, feeling happy to the point of bursting when he kissed her ear and closed his eyes again.

"Happy Birthday, Az.”

His hum of contentment vibrated through her back.

“The happiest,” he breathed.

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