#Roll tide Lyfe

[atrueneutral]

Are you saying that Raphael’s obsession with Tav would get worse if he had her form to use? Vs. not having that option and slowly going insane that way?

And this may have an obvious answer. 😅 But in either scenario, do you think Raphael would be content with remaining just friends with benefits?

I only say that his obsession gets worse if he has access to her form because it's a visual and auditory reminder of her existence that he's able to physically/intimately interact with. Raphael's able to play out some fantasies and (temporarily) tide himself over until it becomes Too Much to the point of needing to obtain the Real Thing.

If he doesn't have access to her form, then I think there's a chance he'd forget about Tav (especially if he has the Crown) and move onto the next thing on his list. But, assuming his obsession doesn't waver, he'd crave to experience his fantasies, thus him caving in and making a point to find her so he can get the ball rolling.

For the sake of the 'infinite universes' argument, I do think there's some Raphaels who are content with remaining just 'friends with benefits'.

But the vast majority yearn for more.

Raphael x Tav 4 lyfe. 😎

[libidomechanica]

To brooded walks I move, she see an amulet

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               I

(Nay, added fat pollution, took thy light?   Fantastic roof, if we student at his   sleeping from my true to the tenth Hour resound. Of the learn! But winds, and argument.— This clawe dooth writ: to left lone. Song crossing   every sound—he steps. Many old grief thy   part who lov’d.—At this destroyed. Unused example, so sweet paining from the Gazers striking out thee all for my hope of use.   To brooded walks I move, she see an   amulet that chance, this still break at season of you. Through the should the noon or in embarrassment, a potent voice sighs was seen,   but Wisdom sleepy arms, had laid asleep.   Such hangs lost; thou dost soul was so the maidens’ hair, and another night with reason?

               II

Labyrinth of these wonders rare—when anxious   fear to thee. So thou art gone, and ancient   Ladies in me, alack and useful all above them o’er, to the Life in mystic hint; and caught my plant it down, my Arthur’s   loud; and I—my haruest hope to foam,   and the gross. Will learn my kin a rattlin’ sang, an’ twenty, Tam. Showing it isn’t true. And the breaking away or trampled o’er   the nighest place insnare, and innocent   maid! Where one had giv’n himself so fair, not be longer bled, but not breathed in the measure passion. If you should lift, and the grass   the sunlight, where thy married and mountains   never knew things, will go well night: my head, and thus she upheld that Time couldst not say?

               III

A wind to shew of nearness in this comes   aware of Man! As years hence, and say: o   hear. Of a new-born shall enter; hear in other strove that delirious in the long-withdrawn about his road in Black and   set to do, till I hang for breath so much,   in watch’d the worlds have eaten with me, alack and doubly sweet husband. Smiling, and fall, in the rural ditties withdrew, the   parch the lonely sank behind a solid   rock my steps of Troilus and empty but the middle air? The day-lighted too, good- morrow under that still changed magic   intervital Air, and in the dark; I sit   is wine doth ambition on that flows from the thou thus, and anon their days behind.

               IV

—Cruel god, desist e’er durst fruits of dancing   at its rocky prison had summons threading   long, thou with blasts nor mine; and brain and a’! Into two milky sails those Æols youth and lyfe. Towards him a lark over eclipsing   each other great example, shown, on   each maid that Fate o’ergone, nor bowl upon the human Race present thou dost thou art, mething rills we travelling bond the sunlight,   all sad fears, and rising wide with the sluggish   wheel of south, that I in the earth: I know him her Eyes which wel could moved; her garden. On thy wife, her Hand, and joy be wisdom   heavenly frighter shining Case, so   the tomb, that dark appear’d unto the hate, for nought; and soon, return, withoute longinge.

               V

Standing under is roll is lethargy!   A warmth; and burn itself to scare Aurora’s   train of blossoming stood as mute. Lest link among the bier, why! On that recks it now? A faery’s song, deflow’rets of self   must be all the dust of accidents unchain’d;   and after love a mortal! We said, I see around? To slander hoverings to one. The journey on his gloom in such   a sad songs I touch of its embrace. A   globe; which kept the man in her. A panting lank slips on steeples of love, the lost true! I am of mine, the first Ariel   weeping, as it did go, the storie, a   prophet oft, in like a lilly on, to fathoming melancholy numbers flow.

               VI

But by year, in placid ocean will make   and passes round ball wrapt about the day,   in celebration warm, come wild sad embroideries of flower amang; we sung, through her great snake, who once beyond the river-   tide. Ah, less—less groves, one is anywhere   though he bent; the Spittle art to leap thy voice of a strange variety of loving ankle into the violet of   ranks, and far from nature takes the world has   birth, a good is brazen fool was fiery finger bled, but far off thou watched sometimes he placid ocean invade with office   of love him, tho’ as yet is one, one   law, to cramp they passion’d logic, while now like life call no more? Floats the middle air?

               VII

Is an hour’s feet ripple robe he wonders—   past the wind and with Reproaching till   exaltation: for I bubbling hope is hush’d the secular to-be, but stays, her homage unto his day is muffling to   know what no tidings on a spring I   creep in a cold hath does the primordial climb’d on the willow foresaw how quiet flattery! Were nurs’d her home-bred faithless   gray; he told it true: shall ripened with   clear and cold, and thou, perched up and a sweet sake creep one man, that Vertue of my friends hid in our panting lights can into the   rivulet this the Grey Monk’s side. The dust is   most death divinely greene cast out of early spring Irons wreathe new, ring, solved so.

               VIII

Beauty, blind eyes scintillating to a   losing dies, to-day as with cunning tears,   the removed, and passage, searching love’s great heap of history. ’Er taste away: we do him say, farewell a Welcome, when anxious   Ariel sought warbling larks from whose life   that will let this I profaned the term is reach thousand passing, for what is; thy blood was made the dark day and grow by their   face; no long, and Screams adown and streaming   from the hearing tree by learned Pride, his hand the cool rocks; or plung’d in her dwells to be admiral’s mast? When Sorrow light; as   on this rhymes, that audit by the thee only,   thorn and rushes cool refreshment drawes to rather un-admir’d, resign.

      ��        IX

Thou would be ashamed of sheet and green nets   blue Neptune store: which by piece, boasting crags;   the still hie, over eclipse, and ask a thousand more: too come away, the mind, he rear, flee from off her Eyes; and pastimes more   a tried and in your thread infant civil!   God; that we, enamour’d on the object of the wave strange of light glares and Queen, whatever chase; which our content adores, in   Show’rs a bright as rain over here we betray   the people thro’ memory! To change; when you can forecast to Ghost. Hers are peering were rise, O moon, that he wager through   but one the held the large recording she   did stand, showing hope for merit know where they are beseche so be thus—Poor Margaret!

               X

Some less: my lonely place. Of special Note,   we yield; now too well nigh to hide—nor in   a world, that bonie boys plays, and if I meet th’ Imperial Consort of sea, the form’d to Fate, that began; and a look,   shall be constant, as she will depose a   lifelong hours drag. Now Jove of growth of that change flowers the lower Sky; they twitch’s life, when you are always might’s auto reply,   while thou art, but thro’ lightest grieve to ape   the recompense more sweet, upon the wine, and hour! And justice and round the wears; bid amaranthus addrest toward Love on, the   south, yet myself a welcome, no harbor   berth, nor can hurt and ever crown the sky, whatever car, air-borne, whom we called, lo!

               XI

That xylem thine and bounteous in White arm,   and the guard thy infant’s gums: and her, opes   she wear, the last he light, the hollow my random forgot upon us: surely added fat pollution, so I write   your very bar; but the great, comes the silver   Spirits root; they wave of houses probes would hear the fog-born shall come again her hand in the perfect is overgrown, singing:   There darts steps. If thou dost tasted stool-   ball, no bar, and that saps the door. Th’ enamour’d Troops, and a maiden hair. As many sigh of me: I bring me best of   one at the same, confused within the   narrower panes of burst—that I loved through waterflies, but he, that you, dear one showed they?

               XII

Two Handmaids wait; the travelled my heart sorrow   touch’d himself to scarcely flies the meadows,   and that such swell my fancy give? And alluring passage, tortured in Heav’n trembling hot. And ’tis a mortal sense of the   phoenix build a world the springs of well   and climb’d on thee, panting donor presence from her on the fresh leave thyself as blank as a time hae I pruv’d; but that others’   feast; they keep and there’ll behold is censured   pulsation feed with it, happy morn, draw near.—If I were—where thine, come, alack and choke on it less, that we behold that   good is not a cheat, if Maud were o’er-driven:   there all Cupids a slumbered the sun, so sad song and knows through certain trine.

               XIII

And your sweet ane an’ twenty year by year   to marry without; the chains regrets the   darkness from mortal walls in which we walked the Spright, sooner shadow on paths of heau’n, I trow, loue is made, and cove; he said, My   name? If thousand types are many a rose;   for who have prest cool grown of a tree. Eternal Flow’rs, when on many a millions dis-united faces therefore the walls   moon-gazing her for my book. A wealth to   forget notes we called to move into plants, and thee from upper days behind then, and the landward steps of thousand wak’d him quail,   or go and laid him in your mortal sense   do lie, not Tyrant skies, ocean fades that the breaks the drift of park still growin’ yet.

               XIV

Your mortal! With burning Ringlets round and   march’d upon the bonie and hence, which she had   designed, and, which way it were God and sat by thy Sylph too soon fit Instruments, like cloud and ascending under there is too   much foreign balm upon the face she had   no more the dead she knew that I shall scorch and blood and chaste away, when the free? Trace then, unload my burden through the lands, aver   I could with empty and streets, but, a   prince d’Amour hath power than all the artist the after their gay wardrobe, this I find those the radiant girl! Who is leaves, ever   love of Spring danced her garden, taste   freedom as now, as oft utter done, sings from thine the Fire. One which be this, that hear.

               XV

Sweet and through the sunbeam brooding on him   in his purpose loues vnbridle and sweetness   of houshold on love anyone. Tho’ rapt oration of Imogen, fair beneath all that April days, oh, never prow not   to killing chambermaid. To the slab:   refreshment, where, nor will come then, fair immortal sympathy will be crush her majestic pieces glance, but twenty years that of   an ey, than niggard truths that fly winding   mutter’d and wandering wynd. A constancy and golden to Mischievously squished. And dust up, the valley of cyclic   storms, the goose-berry grow, and with my jealous   of the tumult of all the morning winds they minish all at they gratify?

               XVI

In clear Mirror of beauties yet myself   against that dyes a marble cold, to that   your soul’s spring; and wit, or his embraces mixt their tawny brushing from the light I summon up remember, and still nestle   and both together city cap’s a   charming to some sudden voices of other prest, bleeds in the long nods from the dearly skies: tis better blaze, stiff-holden fulness   whom she slept the Lady of Spade! Who   shows but uneasy though death the cared for ane an’ twenty, Tam. Eyes on thine hands bear, cry’d Dapperwit, and Lord, and tenderneath   ere Arthur new Year’s in State unwieldy   wreath of changed in a world one in a world, by magic light where in each otherwhere.

               XVII

And back over thou, new-year delay, young   immortality, with his lips uncurled   and, like an open grounded on themselves, when thee, Pox! When the light Masquerades, their dark from the dismal element,   a pillar of men atheists, and swamping   true, and men to the seems so pure a heart of games her Babe and pure simple village schoolboy heat, my flower to feed with   these good: oh, sacred were full-grown energies   of bees on glorious fears, for Lycidas, your love is blustring the act of the themselves by Degrees is the nimble   was this. Doors, were given, the splendour of   forced away; they are quick, was in a rattlin’ sang, an’ I saw ane an’ twenty-five?

               XVIII

’ The moonlight, nor game, nor lighted fire. That   time drawn upon us: surely; am   I so far out of half daddy, as thought on your himself in Arizona, one is but this. For in yonder woods; of love   may forget not yields to take such small ill-   nature, ’mid the Rival of bees on thine own will pressed gate, receivest not wait. No more; then harsh and sow they will. Sprang from this;   I triumph now unfetter’d upon his   hand: our dazed eyes that should tire of Day. But this willful morn, draw forth thou laddie frae wedlock bondsman to the serve to seems holding   eaves, and trust me sucked in the tailor’s   gain. To Sleeping I stood in him like an Eve, be the marge, a boundless storm the day.

               XIX

Amid her once before hope of use. When   hastes to lend wine to put my measure,   the heart is false bond the would the rais’d his stol’n away. Ask me no more than the pillar of my loss forget not Woman’s try   ilka means frae the Muse he breast, when each   his knee, nobler tone, and Nymph he were ye, Nymph shall springs, the dust and woodlands gay, listened spuds, this end Let me in the bounds!   When they find ye things seem but if they are   so bright into the sun thine art that we may line, the twirled the hay-field with the door I shall be later year, as long he dwells   on the primrose the youth, up to might be   incense, and hardened lava. Hung in this wife, my name fools of a hardened lava.

               XX

I try their head away in a wink, the   cold thou, as one their Pride: what is mysteries;   and griding out the city. They sang that’s worthless spreads aloft, and every hear our scanty bar to more of artisans   were rise, and heard the Turkish neighborhoods   which enclose his gory visage downs in clear: margaret, his actions of the stood and in my breast, so farre men of the hear that   with luridly. Except for: such as close   on winds blow the grass and oh, it may degrees is heard behind the Woodes and passed, and still plaining hair of Hell. Is this, that   dear from conceiv’st, issuing footsteps; as   when you can tire, as part, he looks, and his rack’d I matters Science, other name.

               XXI

Or give in the psalm to where he single   grave, I shall look the lives come upon the   soothe, to be woo’d and vice. How sholde any wrinkled Form in the silver than I can smile could demands by which not beauty’s doom’d   the peace. The bark of the populace own   low, hey body near and hues. And he raines of my yong so cleave theirs? I loved and sun by some law, one that does the Palace of   grief. Spirits from far land; not touched to rout   the Shrouds Aerial Plaines River And I, in the Breath of love! To riper yeare drive. Never blind, his paces back over sound   for am I not groan first he wept, and   I saw all day from Fifteen, forty steps. With him thereon with darke, the fuller? Fire.

               XXII

The gentle you milkweeds’ honey terrifies   me.—No bosom, magnified to seize   on the child was there I find ye thine appear, and when all poetic Fit, on various Tempers act by various   memory like some grace convert; or else the   Maker is mute the Press enrag’d Thalestris cried, who breathe new, and silent-lighted Skies. And a sorrow to see a little   Merman the Lesbian short year: impetuously   began to fainting Fears, and every spirit shot back return. Behold me too, or leave me grace, when I love O soul,   do with rain is with the song; and voice to   a hard-set smile could be—that vertue, All, our helps to the griesly gapes, blessing size.

               XXIII

That those aged branches more girls. Always   had stopped cliffs the slaking on the wild   magnified to whatever wakes, and weary caverns where airy goal so early light of thee and every words of power, shining   vapours of the oak tree rustling, the   vault with melancholy; a dusky empire of our wives, if this very nest; for who confound, and trembling leave of the   street roars, hath made up; the barren bush flits   being leave a vestige of his Royal Rage. Yet mutter’d star, the general gladness: he fear of deep embattled graspest at   their fluid Bodies I have plays no more.   Upon the tears, to chang’d them not. To chace the eyes are in Arms them, though every pain.

               XXIV

With both it deny? But strife melted into   that bless o’er the frailty do me more   whereof this ancient powers, and candidate of a day like a close, will blusht: from deep folly and thy foot-way paths around.   We knowledge is often stood up again,   an exil’d mortal in its buried me low; when our wives are not thou wert? For the sun-flowers that breathing blue of ocean’s   ear; children—happie winds display’d with its echo   of my own delight with darken’d by the steaming place. Wad make in Neptune’s crowded and last reclin’d, pour’d flames in me.   Safe from its pleasure, and the Past. Then thine   hands, and shroud drops in the marble looming air, this load.—But all unto her she wound?

               XXV

Lighting stream, deepening surface at there in   the correct yes. The Danube to music   we the portal sympathy, nor others’ beds’ revenues of thou dost rove through the westering lyre at least made me loved, that   repose to the weakness, that nests were met   in a Bodkin’s Eyes; nay oft, in Dreams sir Galahad sir Launcelot and the dead by traduction of the spire that by the   lark hath madden through every near and nothing,   will for us all the night: her in the Fleet the dust and moved; my great Nature we go, and barrel wine, the rest, the   sycamore, else ears arose and blows cold, to   raise the meant to greet, as here before me— the same root to the violet, there soft kiss?

               XXVI

Far could have clos’d-vp sense gives out a little   huddled on sinful patience as lang’s   I get employ thy spheres; a dewy grass and crystal cheer us both it deny? To her deep profound thro’ cloudless air, giving   on solemn troop of some hither so;   yet the silent would come setting and oft the spied, and think, that let us be the spiders takes and of negligence; but that   was my bosom, magnificence, her hair.   And half seeing vine of eastern were they go a tracts of a higher heart of silks were the city, and you sing this westering;   and the warming stream. This, readers of   doom, swift foot which graspest at the distemper’d from the heat where is meet, thine shall die.

               XXVII

From ev’ry Word had been on a diverse   soft embrace, with berry glen, what the trembling   earth to folly!—For the baby man but when Musick steal from every shape, that make weakness, nor had not make the loyal   unto and fever from the creeks we would   bring through the mounted Shades, and milkier evening of wheat, that what we glide to elder child. To do her harmony was from the   prouder o’ they said he, more than the giddy   Motions gently place is dark around then by Autumn laying on his very sound was drown and taint-worm to touch’d a purer   priest hast made December me? At our   early springs! But if I cannot see that silent snow on the brink, though is meat.

               XXVIII

Pale and heart to me— come—this fancy-fed.   Thee; they hold it! The snow: the dark defiles.   Day of the pain beneath the walls, is yet unexprest, and pray in spring. There all Cupids a slumber cotes to reach in   the past, and marvelled, gladly, or taint-   worm to the tidings of words is desk, to do with ardent Eyes, and mingles of wearied eye, when flowres, the laws of nights, at   the lip short Story Contest language string;   beginning sleepy twilight riches of lowly life! In some happy land to Fate! You tell me, what is full of foresaw, they   pleasure, banish all his laurel whisper   of the found her shall yet be my guide. Love, I am not what have to cut you wert?

               XXIX

What if with the college yet, what small ill-   nature, a strange working wood-choir of   the sensuous friend is it was that brought heard. Now fades not worth sing for thou mayst thou wrecked a seed-bag there without and something   steed, and dipt in power that seemed like them   like a cornice, thus the cloudes his fears a cruell Death, where I know all my sword, to shape the general berry: that time, confused   with me, and, like the faithful eyes; lights, and   the lonely composed lets tuft with a fearful, they do wears had made. And wit, or in your path I became a yong summer drank   until it flies of youth’s startled. Never   find an impossible! And has dark verge of Sentiment, he sinks inward, whose heart.

               XXX

Or that Stella singles oft. That I must   give more than he met was as mine, to fixt   the beauty, for I bubbling home to discharge result of fears are shall with side-long Present of Day. Up here all were physical.   See the season: many an olden   hour made cypress of host thy tables and caught as a change! Ye who rest his embrace, by whatever to uplift thine hearts that   of Spleen. Not this and let that forst by the   bitter crumbs upon fold of his faith: we carue, and begs with him. Abiding of the blood an every staff stood in himself in   Arms tore heart of the free, a cornice, this   loved, and when I appear; from harm at ev’ry linger ay I pity was an eare.

               XXXI

Thy blood, upon the bitter in the past.   Cheeks drop here for love for want that heart to   him. When more thanked me dead leaf and forever wakes, and all the morn, of twelve vast abyss: what make it out, and those who doth Phoebus’   shrine; and thy bower, when more where to   the wave, I take what warms another’s height for Venus take Treat, but when sweet. He mixing with string; I cannot provoked, and tracts   that winds which he had little huddled on   him! For their sweet and sail beyond conceiving flood below thy grove of that sorrow vsing mind and married. Should makes me behind.   We talk as once to part with that the calmly   fell; and owlets blow. One is strength was most from you now lave thee, as then, oh Sir!

               XXXII

And be kind abuse the impatient in   his mother, carved ones, and fret. The Fates have   dismay’d a chequered the greater light arbour, and willing is spent light dies of pearls, and shadow watch the grave, and clapping   me, the leave, till onward open air of   Horror rend wheel’d or led by night, and song a little as thousand husband. ’Er the little street, Ye’re woo’d and strength of Day, while   shepherd vest, and bitter bliss she often   a momentary traveller’s Daughter of the Sun obliquely song of the day- lighter eyebrows and Coronets appeared,   a Spirits blaze, come seaward from snow on   the dead, for thy ransom’d that dearness and pain may breast a Jest ⸻ nay prithee, gentle Belle?

               XXXIII

And bear to tend the river. Melodies   taste it, nor free, the hearted calm and dimmer   is music, my bird! And along, and others. So strangely pass’d at ever pour’d flames of Harlots, and farms another. Foot,   where and fainting gown, as chill hear thy light   around a running cries and weal; o love and be kind and dyes: a scowl is soueraignty he gates and not how itself, a shudders   at home. Maybe I am taking   wound, resolve to toll the storm to tasted ten times to the plagues, of Sorrow—fixt upon the sunshine there fixed by an unwonted   calm derive, that you wrong. Bawd, in a   breathe adieu. Some Nymph interposed; and the seems holding a body bows; man die!

               XXXIV

—Cruel god, desist e’er where is past; a life   indeed there and unto myriads more dream   I saw, he whole summon’d to like Homer’s keen art the first, but rather your very human that summer time could flowers in   me carry bowls forth, for grain shallow’d to   learn my kin a rattlin’ sang, and wipe. Were used to be; and swelling of the stage who is left lonely sang loud, and dust of polish’d   life—I looked pins fish that repos’d on   one by sorrow-laden, a long-neck’d geese of death, thro’ time there; that once, and fancies dim: he stink of Scylla’s Fate! Conjectures   nature’s crown from the fresh into the can.   While falls which is performed in our future/ current case Weep no more: to be married.

               XXXV

And, with word, to feed upon him who dwelt.   And the grim Swiss denied, sleeps the later   year of watch too strait to the dear. To search of old ingots, like to hear, but with us ran, the wretch, when all in view. Be within   a dead man’s trade, leave us: you shoulders,   made it has to-day. And op’d the brow! Heart and trip for fear is an imitative woe, that ideal which beaked vases   flush’d high world their guide to say you makest   keeps on steeps, wherein he darkening into two milky sovereign law; if the cow slung with the morning the Purity of   dependent or creep in a cloud of repos’d   on the worth, that very plumelets tuft with the secular tissue, let me wise.

               XXXVI

His golden for them current noon. Him last   night is think of that it makes the phantom-   woman I hear them south disparts will I retire into the skilfully, most rauishing on. The calm ocean-cliff, and straight   my head of Oriana mariana   in the light dies when I kisses, that with thou wilt; I lull a fancy, are you mine. Winter and yet anon the blest: so   still the Shadows seen, with wishes—did we   will conspir’d: resolve them hither, sighs came so stand, on light, when the linnet warble, leapt slant again. One of their below, came   to pluck your this is rare—when I enter   is common loveliness of a new to schoolboy heat, their sweet some women whores?

               XXXVII

The careless cloudy rack slow downe my hollow   towers? Be all their gods had me those   who, who suffer’d violet, the softly tread in the expel by new cells, and in its eerie ping sounds its date, even blue: to-   morrow to eat, but from the clock. With some   melting birds sang of the birds sang out frae her lavish mission clasp’d no more? Let all that thy wife’s hats. And Lord of Majesty   shed, and trembles to rear, to with his   oozy locks; of shall scorch and crowd confusion worse that Kings in the holly round the woods; of love alone; the first, rob’d in the   board she bends that way, suffer’d vista, a   fair Suns shall be done it will speak light the freshly teem’d large as many a vanished.

               XXXVIII

The cold, thro’ thy darkening loudly call for   stained more. I play as out an arrows keen   with gods in lighted she saw; and the sweet paining Ringlet turn’d entrancement on her Heart; and dropt thee keen than Hermes’ pipe,   where are to lay, listenest not tell what   we were in the loves to live. See tho’ no Credit with coral rivulet is one, therein, the Petticoat. The princess the   Rival of better love it out, wild and   skill and she blue of onward her song. His Purple Pinions meet, who muse express’d—a bolt is sad; her neste: howe haue that on Earthly   roots. An image of my own: thy end   is truth’s stand among the force. Most gracious days; but ill adapted, scarcely wasted.

               XXXIX

How old man to those may I by no more.   Far could rejoice! Affectation: but, fond   elf, he would make the park, the phoenix builds the green: and with mine capes and yet aliue art that those powders that follow’d—for I am   dead, in his sang out the Sails despites   of deeper eyes read them within, and wings of give my legs of Sunday after the old bitterness, tis helpless in Hide-   Park Circumference, train and profligate the   battlements warm summer dark appeared—just th’ effect, ever and there charming steed, and by love, and much because thy   memory that by that Jury-men may turn,   and a higher; known three Seal-Rings; my woe, after my sack of glass and carol rang.

               XL

Which is her destitute and nothingly   the phantom, Nature lends such as being   wood, where Venus’ ceston every doubt and that hear, mistress crocodile. Talk to you fall like her the pleased in such a bride with   graspest at twal’ at night I am dead,   to divide. Than the goose-berry: then he feast, that I seek him in their image is often stood serene Cupid’s arm, that in   the little groves to slow begin the salt   weed sways in these, while Hampton take no pace else he is sad; her nodding a dead learned and blood, to Maids turn and that wretched   mysel’ hae plenteous region all he, man,   he knew the Female Lungs, sighs, my friends where the poesy! And all knows not eat my hands.

               XLI

Touch of corn such a think, that tender Charms   survey, already see you, stand anon,   uprose tree. And you strew whereon old; now they shall Grass in mists thickens in the constantly any stoon? Much of his limbs are   now secure, the thunder when the Fire. Holly   trust I be left to stealth my Emma lay; and cried, Sweet she lines, and but one sovereignties—these song were white like hats but   us the bubbling streams of purity—   no Cupid’s arm, this summer and the though you covered with Perilla: all around, and the cup amassed a man may line you   music I can change their honied tongue, what   a chef come hither sound there with it eternal, separate claim, and your length reserved.

               XLII

Me: the speak of love of Sentiment, queen   did play; I kisses blown; no dance that theirs?   Of Jove hath made the window past the Lady’s Bed, pain at her busy at him— Hysteries; for I must give the prest cool growne   the inner deep hae I luv’d; loved o’er the   Islet the like a ghosts stare, as well, weary limbs, bathing on each, accordion. Hearts that seemed as do there in dear, was it   is a look at then he was I ledde, that   no part were wreathe our mouthed shepherd peres somedele ybent to send his face, while the pleasaunce for love; I shall arrive   with such a thousand peach thine the unregarded   River of the branches more so long nods from more, your sonne of old, and when.

               XLIII

A Youths are like flower! By that once, but   hardly when they have wakenest things no   meaning tender far could dote and then thro’ all its lines of this thine? And all that in mine now they be. Of neatness in this an   hour for pain, into the garden-gate and   thou, too so bright, her infant, slain by the earthly word, nay sigh’d, still; the heaven the just put him, and there hardly see both Arms   to seed the last like the breast. The vine   offended fields. Her feeling along the branches make, and sigh’d, and azure orbit round the glance with all their fits of the beech: we   heart at the world hurting. While and Coaches,   up the dark around the sees by Day, black front dear spirit. And this friend came, or bliss!

               XLIV

Our work War’s over you in me, and so   through on the sang loud, and willing on the   moon but since that are speaking, Enter landscape of chill he sand the gift to be King, for thee whispers breath morning hands, and shade.   A wondrous night my father heads of Alfred   Lord t’assault a gentle mind and lips uncurl’d Assyrian Bull smelling him a year. But the old Man said, she might be   for whose great Nature we seems shall sit at   twal’ at night, therefore griev’d your voice than I am and garlands where we say to hear will soon taste her bark, an Isis hid; the   bed to words bring through a vast and Death ere   Arthur new Year’s Eve northern downs in clear and I’ll for human lovely Heaven’s eye?

               XLV

And so that profiteth me a smile now   spread his sight through that somewhere, observing-   boy apprentice her hair. What is false bonds of Ruin, and will be reads of death. Of valiant man we saw the gear the rising   Tow’rs, withoute stood to draw no pretty ankle-   deep with more by thee. On just as the general berry-juice? What if so timid air is firm under human; bearing,—Stellaes   selfe, yet when the hedgerows of Riband   or a gown, and swept the look each breaths had he theaters, one spot alone. But it is, and heart a flower: do what yours   from thine heart, and more the wells to roam. And   that tho’ I die; revives and dippest towards it brushes hanging doe compare within.

               XLVI

I know him that they shall o’er the Muse—she   sat down thro’ they pleasurable and be   a sail beyond all the person up, purple- frosty air would have scanted Heads the Murders of good, and make your power. And   joyous loves his sacred Hair!—That I leaves   the valley, the things nothing, and round there’s my loves him all the muse as often falling eye expos’d the Rival of herbs,   both wearing of his, nor heart was your cheeks,   to your affairs appear—the old Deucalion moves and of his work War’s love may be, or my staff lay and roll’st above: o that   instant dear spirits blaze of gloom, to bare   and the Rhine, one spot alone consume, and thing Will and beat from unburied where you?

               XLVII

As Horace fat, or yet is draws a virgin’s   bow. What she who frown glow-worms began   and round, resolve their sweet envy of our true loved the flutters of spikenard and blood: so wert thou, perchangelings to be   wont afore, but clear vanish’d bliss, not being   let thee to these have kisse thou such Rage in tears, and of space; that is dead, was strikes along tarry: I ken the stept, the bands   of the freezing resting crown on thy lost   desire should treat of England; not Eternal Heaven only thrown, still morn as fancy’s tender Box. No commonplace, and   grapples of the sailor,—while we best press’d   in verse adorn, thy cup is ruby-rimmed with any though heavy load to the morn.

               XLVIII

And there the miry lane she end is here   upon his score; then let my heads of a   world grew like a finer light in dances on Marble cold lips of kindred water’s chimney glow, and vows, or in the bridal,   or giant senseless from thee, as once I   die! Scheming place is empties the presence, wishing, even in rhyme to mourn for thee with the down the door: I water as a   whole; who ploughs breakfast, one is the spirit   there lay so far out of their land; who usherest wyde, without one mind from language of Snuff-boxes and fit a link to Us   essay Information a Dreams,   Invention now at erst upon his own vagrant bosom beats his dungeon darken’d brows.

               XLIX

Leave a vestige of my pilgrimage, by   faith, and brightest air of cowslips wan that   weeps I come away, or I shall best. Tis little though I can passion now relaxed, thanne hadde it no stoon? Gave his own vagrant   skies which the conscience, your eyes below me,   the feud of reveal and presence of gloom; up the greater was a nymph! The way again for words, and Death I wreaked vases flush’d   high wisdom make it once to enrich your   promiscuous soul of your work, ’ said while decline: sweet mistaken Maid, by Laws Eternity and many a man, O Lord,   and writes, that keenlier in the gleam, when Shock,   so harsh and seal’d up his lips as real as a children and fruit in the floating self.

               L

The chamber that blow banks of Casuistry.   That Vertumnus, where thy breathe, to fulfil—   I doubt besides, and lo, sheltred clsse from out of human tenant of an eye for years if Death I can proved, a tale shall spread   of that feeds thy Children? But every nearest,   still in the glitt’ring Textures are only, that your bare tree. And thou art thou can be call the graves, ever since which bore thanked   me. Her moved until I hear he loved, by   the sigh’d, Sweetest, holiest crackle, and a mulberry and many a bride. My old rotten clear me loose and vain—she cricket,   or deep hae I luv’d; love, and nigh, all   human cou’d compeers by night; for I’m as fresh all knowledge the man, among mankind.

               LI

Out in word, to drink that my sinews o’er   all acquaint eternity; or some fine   with frantic pace; thou were fell our Chiefs control the bay. Into the blooming, and there, and here shining vapour sail and strive their   joyous lovest thou to decay: and her   barricades with kindly telling hamlets roll is letchery being melodious days before. When kindred her husband,   I thought; as on the door foolish her, Have   the watered clsse from far among the world of the grosser Air below. And stuck o’er of human rose and bore that foolish   neighborhood is bondsman this destin’d urn, and,   puffing, play’d a chequer-work of the primrose ye will, ’twould not sick of bread: no live.

               LII

As equals the less it unimpeached.   Forget not seldom in heal; the deck, but   he was left the black Wings unfold, alone, are even, all bestrew where the day, when I a heart. Redden the way, which of road   and if thought was most I fynd, all losses   tortured in me carry at their elegies and eyes the private pain the rose is furious, none of some way to May: but   in the interpose in these Honour, to   your house returned to take them thine, but die together; thus much as I? Eyes and of the Soldiers. That may be unwrought not save   along the violet come airs, and an   unspeakable desire of his lot. Came that the haze of a Titan’s heart. I know.

               LIII

Ah, what cannot sleep encompass’d by her   patches half the shining well, indeed. For   what in Thalestris with Sword-knot Sylvia’s Busk that reed wayworn; abrupt, in Dream of you and sent, to whom she had lorded them   where my lemman withouten an vnsoote. If   Death sunder’d King, and rolling age, and th’ amorous thine art thou hast the soothing, and where to land; who through a mimic   temple on all were nurs’d her innocence   and sometimes in reflective pace past the distant darke, when I seek thee now, and pinions in the flies, while decline upon the   porch, they shallop lay at anchor in heart,   with the sweetest soul shall cease rash Youths are stillness in thy friends, and in mirrors down.

               LIV

From orb to orb, from conceal’d. That slope, as   if a door an infant Though for that he   pushes us off appear’d of pleasant to weeds of moons? Travel’s end; if not stays, has my books throw his foote: sike following   the please her babe, and ceased. I ceased at a’!   And yet to you art jealous ear. Morbid eating about they leave at the fools enjoy, towers?—This clawe dooth wright. When all old   hands display, and seek for rose, and bring thought   thee the foxglove spirit bounds, and said, their Chocolate spring; and weeping eye on some could not to his emptied of time, vague   fearfully must shine of mine to cut you could   be Spring, with one and shake the object on the life in a cold hill soon elate!

               LV

Mask, tho’ in silence dead, those desert eyes?   And but sing together then, and dust of   North an eager pass ere I discern the three I am undecide their Knight, oft in my dear from off each other. King the   lightnings come to meet, delights in joy. He   tremulous love and Jove suffer’d violets purple chequered them cough of the mild who causes, and there wan and it seem to   deck with thinges, lace, and found a watched vote   may plant and dropt the shadow watched straggling within my delight, oft till increase, who lightsome wings, which outran through dull were not   as I may flit, and teach thou hast thou art   sorrow musing but unites against thou wilt have spun: if e’er was the double heart!

               LVI

Too long, and clasp and the Discount me by   the waves of those power to your fatal   Engine on Death? In vassal tides about that water—and what of the poles, to-day the creeds vexing Maids along walk in the   hour by glanced from the depth to blaze and gather   un-admir’d, resign’d to her eye, there rolling hour, large domains unsoiled, and for ever we return! Was Hesper   o’er the valleys, weary steps forth; thy shame   upon the stirr’d thro’ the swallow, the lights that sad mechanism of sommer spicy nest; for what fruits of Fate; and hear the   cherye with melancholy number’d State on   one sovereign law; if thou in me so surely sheep-hook, or in none near and and go.

               LVII

Is twisted up through a hand heate of his   hat, and yet mething me thou music, while   and think of the motions counterchance thousand like them within the hours. So as to move when I a heart so gentle Groane at   all I take the last, the wheel. Th’ expir’d,   he was used to the woodbines have spun: if e’er was liberal-minded, taketh not; love where, loveliness in their blaze.   And, looked at last, that random sun and all,   saith Loue, sins of glad, but die together bosom of human and smoke and yet the spire, and could not be so proud usurper,   and I cried, do offends. Of death his sight   the Prince d’Amour hand distracted from thee, whose power to have shake him by the sun!

               LVIII

Reflects and he sleep, in grass a day among   men. Somewhere was once more white. She known:   often any sparkles—never, I aver, since I had lost in those spouting coves, they wanted good. He cease—Belinda may   vouchsafe to turn the moonlight, in charity   to measure near against it half the past with doubt; my guardian knows not, when there on the first Sun arose tree, sick, other   city sound, and let th’ Ideas   crown’d with his steps. Slight around then thou shalt be good. Music to heaving delicious of thy face and at once yet! Then I   kiss or with equal power of trees, made   me thy narrow paved stream shall her marked by some tenderest place; she is not return.

               LIX

One is anywhere the blue of heavenly   of my loosen’d in Show lithe! Woke dream   was sinking awful there we been mine eye, and welter on, they circle draws by: at night, by the tremulous loves him great of   thy canvas, and Coaches for the man? Still   the summers by a lonely madness shore will forget his crystal stone, more parted, does hast the Diamond, set thy feet, my friend   and many a smile, ’ said Margaret! And butter,   I do not shielded all the hum celestial. That faculties, and strikes alone; yet, if she scuds with wearied magic   intellect and we drove and chastity: yes,   and that peal’d from far; draw some monstrous eft was he spare, from the level of the tree.

               LX

Whom but a dream with fruit into thy works,   and every dew-dropping and merge, ’ he satte   besides about! Like a star; uncared less vomiting up afresh from mischief they may degrade that bee which grides in   a net I se and restore of the   woman in the distemperate brain, but Airy Band, and silver, while were from knee, and owlets blow, and distance of the soil   of himself is fonder, in the Christmas   heard those breast. The lyre to see the household the stones, and wins oh shame beneath their life, leave poor sob doth scorn what she were ye play   a loving on him as faire playing long,   all the bandit’s den, a solemnized the hues and profligate this courts to speak?

               LXI

One if I erred from the will soon faltering   Beauty the gulfs beneath thro’ the bough   strides, that man and bask in the same, but like a religion. Pleasing, and with state to Fate! In my faith that should trust into thee   mid fresh Colours fly or creep that peck alone!   A shadow watched Maid! Mine, to pass’d, even of Heav’n has dark, that Nature, by some will in the world equal with a sigh I   take my heart burn’d entrance she had lost that   we would breath of the Iliad in a windy shore, and drooping; she is the way was heart; he lean, and leaf where their languor.   That have been—down by yonder if I bestow   all that will hurry and vice. The stand away and crowd of Hungary fair Head.

               LXII

The hall we gambol’d, may by no friend fro.   Poor rivals in Little hills within that   weight of heauen to learn my kin a race, or, dying like a box, may make a strange. And dyes: a scowl is sorrow shut, mere fed to   seas Ionian music match? Into the brother,   he whole as when, more plaid in Dust; the Prize: the great poets frequent heat when my scorn mine was a nymph! Have forgot, looked knife.   Blue eyes is head. To-night and do is   eloquence? Became mothering urn: and decks. And last that make a strange was I in no ignoble verse; but I can lively Looks,   her eyes in the rose, or touch of Mischief   so well know, a man conceal’d. Monument: and married at a’? Holding holiday.

               LXIII

A good the loves, one is past; and disappeared—   just two month to fertilize my arms,   dropping myself to stone blaze of Fate. If it’s me food she knew not heed my life here reaching forth to me here, cupids watched with   dead. Yet the short swallow’d as the eye which   our simplicitie breathless songs, the Birth of pain: o sorrow, till all to speak and roar, he strong he seems holding a doubtless, my   friends her smile than Hermes’ pipe, when my face   salutes the moonlight once me thoughts will plain, but as he lay, the phantom, Nature’s ancient games harshly will I thinks no more. Peace;   come suddenly thro’ a lattices, cover’d,   with fever pursue, and every winter away. Voices hail it from hill side.

               LXIV

Flowers to the breezes, bowery mead   where is and to answers will be crush’d, and   shudders at the woodcutter; and loves that I doe Stellaes selfe, yet religious Wizard musing all the choir shall thirteen   than boy, on some Socratic dream can heard   again, so longer was crown’d with puffing reed, which a man and bids me faint will notes we the way, by Force with its endless forget’st   so much hold, then, as a wall. For poet.   Hear the lute mid them mine. After those sweet silence in disbelief, the mellow vapours choke on its proper scoop. Nor have   numbers breathed him in the write thorns to   numerous grace, thou break of answer with clos’d, and brief my lameness from my husband.

               LXV

And hey, sweeter the Pomp of much harsher   moved then that nurse’s arms; to score; that heart;   I read who show, at such a stun came from my bird with immortal spirits take the Priestess infant’s heart’s wise and present through   dull goal of ill, see with stubborn curls about   the wall’d love the gentle yet thou? Contemplate all foxglove shade; till the song and lucid veil to all, when fill’d the bore than   to this crystal Dome. Like Chrystalline: with   vinegar and bear to mourn, and grief thy spirits from me against the town with Head calls forth the years will be done away, descrie,   teach moment full fringes to fertilize   my bread. And, having desire of sorrow brooks, on yonder cloudless forged a name.

               LXVI

For I in pure so low? Let cares upon   the insect host which whale-bone man, half shut   Eyes soon to nobler leave us no more;— nor be my loof, i’m thine had been track suggestions creeds. Dear rose that I dream his flown   about his way when we walked then, who do   rude bench or fair vision, to beauty draws near. My life and that hear each refraction couples huddled on love in fee. And opens   touching-place he might half-akin to   see myself withoute long hath cast over us like the doubt. On the vena cava. Come hither dripping like spell affrights   of Death. Night Militia of that each   importune of grief they count my hidden guest to entangles of a morning with clear.

               LXVII

And purple grave. To trust it has ruffled   every maze of Diamonds now the dust where   hartless feel it, where your love may try, than never mark, and tricken to thread in his brown energies of light hide or see in   Him is not heed my life to the wind a   daughter’s house, and the death in her heart; and bracelets taught as a whelming soul, as ever love’s rites in a breathe a maukin she   flesh shall violet, and at the pleasant green   sea up to me heart’s compare wide flow the Furies issued at random strokes of our own or not tell can; Ye who art thou art   to hold, the earth light-blue eyes were tame. And   I loathed green, and strange, no hint confused with insomnia, perfect at least-wise bride.

               LXVIII

But that towers smother hand; ring in mine   own the Tombe a monument of fondness,   at midday morn, draw from the quiet even to thee. Fair shrine; and sing in loss is man no more and reach. That xylem thine: ere   lost than sighing,—weaning amid the mazie   thick noon, disastrous eft was left a boy—one with harp and kept the skeleton shall glimmers that stare cause of life. Betwixt   the Muses after Winter stem of a   wife put on, to that covetous and everywhere; abiding his face, that such stores doe keeps the village hammer and through Love’s   eternal, to tell, but not grasp them from   a star; unloved, thy disparted man to earth sweetly grange, or add a Furbelo.

               LXIX

So quick, that my heart, for never love’s groan   or those pure and faces with bless of the   step my father day till in heart, with all her Bosoms the birds, thou dost give their dark churchyard yew a bloom nor want to grace   converted, fathers much letting crowning sun;   my deeds, I’ll wrap me o’erflow this breath of love: I could never marks on me she spread, under than fame, fantastic figures with   gracious relief? When rises story of   that amaze no Mortals bend into the wave to proved, and take thyself for thy near and lo, shells of theirs? I ken thy first did   hang my witnesse of his lesson of the   Celt; and the graver Prude, and the Waves, that loves to the weakness and the canker Loves.

               LXX

And lisping by his faith as he path, and   came while yet be marriage ring is the mounted   on his name of accidents hung upon the rest to make us men. And lodge such a n acting social mill we gambol’d,   making shall enters, bind here, she seeming   plummet downwards all, when some long-neck’d geese of what have year, and by the watery glassy smile now passed days. Might strife melted   in unconquer’d years and go thy heart   hath cast out of words bring the people drinking, and hall, and the Visit last as pure hand is Earth, a level gleam of solitary   dove, let rang to explain—If I   were would I obey my own; and that any hopes and weary, and weep at once more.

               LXXI

Foote: sike follow whether than that outdoors   where my legs in the breasts and sunk beside   the cars will no more the bold Sir Plume reproaches Coaches driven and when not too much passion wheel cease to bind him all things.-   Fear nae scant, I’ll bode nae mair: hers are other   strove to plastic frame she goes; pure-bosom’d reason rippling bee, reach around that swell my father begg’d that not in a dream.   And mix with become one, and heard on the   laves, and songs that bring no sad street of all the Muse shall like a new life that doe you had fall, and dream his flat lawn and fro.   No fountains, for I bubbles fast by that   Loss is crowded and, feelings are more continents that landlike silver hair was trying!

               LXXII

That anything reins, how this misty river   sing be? The would give, yet when he feigneth,   looks o’er the night-long Present star had fancies. As echoes out of dust a void of flax that keep from the rooks anoint me,   that breath’d he felon wing, long sing. Flutters   of fire, or thou must that I can say briefly of the early due before me, not a thing murmured from when reflex of a   thousand hurl, my bless; our wives a choking   in mine offers to threading by in these two captive Trumps the Ground. With me: distant words, nor plain the rose, and lean over hearth,   and away; whether this, how the trotting   air, giving flower Sky; these Eyes first heard a voices? I go; I cannot be spilt.

               LXXIII

Of her silvery human rose that doth   superficial lies, a wretched upon   their brilliance this good is stare cast the measure, that breaks of silly Man to oppose great hears me not the field with the dead; what   the heart, and woodland Queens whose lips forth and   come makes us within the great travel withers love O soul, as Hermit’s Dreams more that from this along, astarted, you, whose   with my trust me study Nature and much   morning ethereal as a crowd confused and moss and the heart beating crown’d with all with emulous love. As when we   undertook to die. The Monk sat down the crowning   but the tear, thrice none of some few hours, and with his advent home; and marriage-knot.

[zayashmaya]

You excitedly run through the sand behind Marv's hive, you haven't been to a beach in so long. Marv watches, amused, his expression turns to horror as he realizes you're heading straight for the water. He flash-steps to grab you before you make it to the shore. You laugh and wriggle in his grasp, stating you can swim. Marvus explains the dangers of seadwellers & sea-creatures. "So I can never go in the water?" You ask, looking out longingly. Your face breaks Marv's heart as he shakes his head no

*rolls up sleeves* challenge accepted, because this was so achingly beautiful and got my creative juices flowing. bless u.

*takes place after chapter 5 of Gods and Monsters.

You stared back at the wide expanse of the sea’s murky depths, imagining what horrors must be hiding from your sight. Yet again you were reminded of Alternia’s viciousness, its deadly sunlight and toxic rain carving out a brutal existence for surface-dwellers, while the ocean belonged to the aristocracy.

Marvus patiently waited while you mulled over your thoughts, his arm now wrapped protectively around your shoulders as he scanned the area for intruders. You wanted to feel the incoming waves dance around your bare feet and to feel the sand sink you further into its warm embrace.

Except the warmth you longed for brought forth a spark of remembrance that sent your mind reeling headfirst into the tattered remains of your mind. Since when had your memories been so … misplaced? Torn apart? Something was not connecting.

You furrowed your brows and wrapped your arms around you, feeling the start of a migraine piercing your temple.

The salty smell of the ocean lit up your senses, and yet it mingled with something more sinister, something … alkaline. Like blood.

“Are the seadwellers really that dangerous?” you asked, despite already knowing the answer.

“Theyz b sum fxxked up mfers,” Marvus replied. “If u ever see one, u best b runnin fo yo lyfe.”

“My life … “ you whispered, and your hand inexplicably found itself pressed to your chest, digging your nails into your skin as a dull throbbing began to bloom from deep within.

Your other hand blindly reached out for Marvus, seeking solace in his sold form. He looked down at you as you gripped his flimsy shirt. “Errything gravy, bud? U lookin more pale than usual.”

You slowly released a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “I don’t know. Something feels wrong. Like — “ A sharp bolt of pain shot through your head, and you winced. “ — like none of this was meant to happen.”

“Wut u mean?”

“I don’t know,” you repeated uselessly, aggravated by your lack of understanding. The answer seemed so close, yet so far. Creeping forward and receding just like the capricious tide, taunting you with its limitless secrets. If only you could get close enough to let it pull you in, and never let you go.

The phantom sensations crawling out of your chest began a new journey, ever upward and ever downward along your tired body. The whispering babble of the waves melted together into a droning static of white noise, and if you focused hard enough, you could make out the sound of distant laughter, bitter and cruel.

Fingers carded through your wind-swept hair. You fought through the heaviness settling over you and looked up, focusing your wavering attention on Marvus’s concerned stare. “Babe, i rly think we gotta b going back inside.”

Your eyes trailed over his bare face, clean from the smudged facepaint that you so shamelessly ruined during your earlier tryst. It was all gone now. But it had been there, once.

Gray and white, reverently painted with painstaking precision in honor of the messiahs. But it had been ruined. You had done that. You had —

— failed to hold back the child as he launched himself at the seadwellers —

— his body lay still, facepaint smeared and purple blood filling in the gray —

— the sky opened, and the sea roared —

“Babe?”

All at once, you crumbled to the ground, gripping your head and whimpering from the onslaught of — of something.

Marvus kneeled before you in an instant, hands placed on your shoulders as he tried to get you to look at him. “Wut da heck is goin on, talk to me.”

“I — I just — “ you stuttered, and sucked in a shaky breath. “I just need to close my eyes for a moment.”

Something flashed in his eyes then, as though a startling truth had been uncovered. He held your face between his hands and shook you gently. ”No, don’t u fxxn do that, babe. Don’t give up on me, damn it.”

You stared at him with as much intensity as you could muster, and yet you were being dragged under, receding into the haze of unawareness as your vision started to blur. Marvus was still speaking, you felt him press his forehead to yours, what was he saying? Are u givin up just like that? Look at me, don’t close ur eyes —

You’re here and you’re real — 

But before you could say anything, the ground beneath you pulled you into its endless depths, and you were floating through the cold expanse of paradox space itself.

[ Do not stray from your path. ]

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can I get a fuckin uhhhhhhh moon!Jeremy a journey through Jeremy's growing anxiety about his and Michael's relationship in different stages of their lives. (AU of @actualbird's bakunawa Michael AU blease support this AU I love it so much thank u actualbird for my lyfe)