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Juniper Journal’s Vol. 2, 6.26.24 “Corporate Rungs"
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Scaffolding, hand-holding to the tower Struggling to maintain grip on the power Mesmerizing flame dances in a majestic arc As sunlight cresting over sorrow’s dark
Outsiders ascending, defending their home Thorns nestle sparrows, cloudy and gloam Reach as you may for the highest of reaches Carried on high by the loftiest speeches
March on and carry the weight of each stone Building and building another man’s throne
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He’s so endearing to me because he’s entirely doing all this song and dance for himself, they’re all ignoring him
Bonus Luffy drinking Sanjis tea

#ok love the scene in skypiea where sanjis picking flowers for the girls#and Robin is like uuuhhhhhhh ok????#like almost every time the ladies just don’t comment on whatever he’s doing#sanji: reciting romantic sonnets#the ladies: uuh ok anyways💅💅#so he’s just doing all of this for his own enjoyment regardless of if anyone is paying attention to him#sanji#one piece#Jess reads one piece#fmi
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I have to be so honest and vulnerable with you for a second. I keep thinking of getting another complete works of Shakespeare
#tales from diana#my riverside 1973 is still my beloved baby but she's really worse for the wear these days#i didn't start thinking about it till i got one for my friend like 6 months ago for his bday#and i kept looking at it and being like oh wow. his doesn't have all the scratches and rips mine does#mine is still BETTER obviously bc it's MINE. it's in worse condition objectively but it's MINE#making it the best copy in existence. to me#and it was my aunt's textbook at boston college. my grandmother let me have it. i think of it as a family heirloom#and the coating on the front cover side of the spine has been slowly tearing off :(#like there's one long vulnerable rip almost all the way down. idk how to prevent it from breaking further#other than just by not using it. and idk how to fix it wo making it potentially worse#i didn't know how to take care of old gigantic books when i got it at 19. i never considered it#i hadn't had one before. but now im more experienced#and im also just curious about what's inside other editions. especially newer ones#i only have 6 plays and at least 3 of them i plan to read in a copy other than the riverside#like my 23 plays and sonnets (1953) edited by t. m. parrot has 2 and another play im gonna borrow from library lending#and id definitely wanna get rid of a lottttt of books i have right now before getting a new one#im already planning on which books to donate when i declutter#and i need to declutter my books DESPERATELY. so so desperately#it'd just be nice to have another complete works in my collection. for a number of reasons.#that way i also suppose ill have two big books of shakespeare for auntie diana to pass down someday#i don't plan on getting one soon im just in the contemplative phase. but boy am i tempted
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Real sad man hours
OC: Kennet (He/Him)
#my art#my characters#Kennet peders#the forgotten lyric#thinking about him a lot#poor boyo#need to draw some sonnet soon too#it’s almost Valentine’s Day woooo#you know what that means#(it means sonnet art)#and also quinwes because twitter wants quinwes
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To cheer myself up tonight I played more minecraft today and found a new music artist I liked (<- they proceeded to listen to their entire discography in one sitting)
#minecraft is not for the faint of heart i swear. i still act like im 10 years old when im in the caves. nightmare. im not brave enough#AND IT DOESNT HELP THAT THERES MULTIPLE HUGE CAVE SYSTEMS UNDER WHERE I CHOSE TO BUILD#almost done lighting everything up though phew.. its taken 5 play sessions..#and like 30 stacks of torches at LEAST#i say this and then find another cave later on. i know theres a huge skulk cave ive not ventured into yet. please tell me its a dead end#artist is magdalenes sonnet btw. its work is beautiful
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shakespeare seriously reigniting my passion for english lit
#i looove shakespeare i love studying shakespeare#i almost forgot how good and fun it is#romeo and juliet was my fav thing in the world when i read it and studying king lear is the best#‘speak what we feel not what we ought to say’ crazyyy line#also just scribbled out a response to a sonnet by him like good god it’s so fun
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The Sonnet of the Farmer
In a distant land stands a man with a broken back and withered hands under a frozen sun hung high above a field of corn. Built on stilts of severed bone and ashen snow, armed with an officer’s wit and a soldier's worn hoe, a sense of bliss now warms the calloused word of his command. A man. He is just a man a man with a farmer’s tan and back swathed in tattered cloth to hide scars of betrayal with pride. A simple man slaving beneath an icy sky. A farmer, keeping a traitorous heart in line.
I wrote this poem in, like, 2021 but never had a chance to post it anywhere. To the unknowing person, it's just a silly little poem about a retired soldier still haunted by war, but to the knowing person, it is more. :)
I wrote it about Technoblade when he was living in the arctic. This is an almost-sonnet about a Minecraft youtuber I'm such a fucking nerd
#poetry#poems#sonnet#sonnets#almost sonnet#close enough#I got the line count right#the syllables are off but they are close enough#technoblade#technoblade writing#technoblade poem
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been asked if i’ll make a hamlet version of my uquiz and truly like i get why you’d want me to do that but why would i do that when rosencrantz & guildenstern are dead exists
#if you haven’t seen it go watch it it rules#& tackles a lot of the same themes of fate and destiny that my quiz does#in more serious reasons: idk i feel like the impact of the hamlet one would be lessened? cause ppl already know that’s a tragedy#i mean ppl know that about r&j too but yknow it’s seen sorta as a corny stupid thing sometimes so the twist catches you off guard#no one misunderstands hamlet to be a beautiful romance or asks ‘well why didnt he check to see if ophelia was REALLY dead’#(god someone ask me about one of those common r&j complaints i have answers prepared for all of em)#and also straight up i would need to reread hamlet to do that lol. i’ve only read it once or twice a while ago. r&j i’ve read… idk#like… maybe 15 times if i had to guess? and these are the only shakespeare works i’ve actually read lol#well. plays. i’ve read some sonnets but yknow. i should read midsummer nights & othello & [redacted] & twelfth night yknow#anyway yeah it’s a r&j special interest not shakespeare in general#tho i would genuinely say tragedies are a special interest in and of themselves given how like. almost everything i’m into is one#crazwaz posted
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Anyways I love reading and I love hearing people and I love learning and I love breaking down and discovering the meaning behind things. That’s why I’ve always said reading classes were one of my favorite classes. I love hearing instructors explain the meaning behind text
#random post#this semester I’m in British literature and when I say I’m in fucking LOVE with some of these things... bro#remember back in August when I had my fucking MOMENT and had crippling loneliness and sadness? guess what we read literally the next day?#the Fucking. the wanderer!! fucker got me right in my feels dude!! u should read that one I almost cried reading that one#also also. Shakespeare’s sonnets 29 & 30. read those today and BOY HOWDY. FRIENDSHIP AND PLATONIC LOVE#anyways yea <3 feel free to talk at me about the deeper meaning behind things I’ll kiss you forever
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I only catch myself as I am falling When it’s your name that I am am calling Leaping at chances with permission All it took was honest admission Stairwells, oh-wells, heavy sighs And delayed, delayed goodbyes Parking lot sunsets Head on your shoulders I’ll never forgets Effortlessly you spin through my mind Top of my thoughts turning on rewind Playing back every iridescent moment I crave you as my opponent I weep and I ache every second I see you For the longing without you has me left inside the queue
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actually that's all i've got to say is so touchingly, devastatingly romantic and i can't believe i don't see people talking about it more
#anyway i love you! thats all i have to tell you!! thats all ive got to say!!!#GODS. to say to someone. i have tried to write songs and sonnets and speeches and books#about the love i feel for you#to say. i have tried so hard to tell you what you mean to me. to make it sound beautiful the way you deserve to hear it#to say. i love you more than words can express. but i need you to know anyways#to say i cannot tell you i love you but i am telling you i love you#how devastatingly romantic. is all#(it is almost 5 am i have not slept. but please bear with me. this song is so romantic)#mine#the last unicorn
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The Elite College Students Who Can’t Read Books
Nicholas Dames has taught Literature Humanities, Columbia University’s required great-books course, since 1998. He loves the job, but it has changed. Over the past decade, students have become overwhelmed by the reading. College kids have never read everything they’re assigned, of course, but this feels different. Dames’s students now seem bewildered by the thought of finishing multiple books a semester. His colleagues have noticed the same problem. Many students no longer arrive at college—even at highly selective, elite colleges—prepared to read books.
This development puzzled Dames until one day during the fall 2022 semester, when a first-year student came to his office hours to share how challenging she had found the early assignments. Lit Hum often requires students to read a book, sometimes a very long and dense one, in just a week or two. But the student told Dames that, at her public high school, she had never been required to read an entire book. She had been assigned excerpts, poetry, and news articles, but not a single book cover to cover.
[...] Twenty years ago, Dames’s classes had no problem engaging in sophisticated discussions of Pride and Prejudice one week and Crime and Punishment the next. Now his students tell him up front that the reading load feels impossible. It’s not just the frenetic pace; they struggle to attend to small details while keeping track of the overall plot.
No comprehensive data exist on this trend, but the majority of the 33 professors I spoke with relayed similar experiences. Many had discussed the change at faculty meetings and in conversations with fellow instructors. [...] Daniel Shore, the chair of Georgetown’s English department, told me that his students have trouble staying focused on even a sonnet.
Failing to complete a 14-line poem without succumbing to distraction suggests one familiar explanation for the decline in reading aptitude: smartphones. Teenagers are constantly tempted by their devices, which inhibits their preparation for the rigors of college coursework—then they get to college, and the distractions keep flowing. “It’s changed expectations about what’s worthy of attention,” Daniel Willingham, a psychologist at UVA, told me. “Being bored has become unnatural.” Reading books, even for pleasure, can’t compete with TikTok, Instagram, YouTube. In 1976, about 40 percent of high-school seniors said they had read at least six books for fun in the previous year, compared with 11.5 percent who hadn’t read any. By 2022, those percentages had flipped.
[...] Mike Szkolka, a teacher and an administrator who has spent almost two decades in Boston and New York schools, told me that excerpts have replaced books across grade levels. “There’s no testing skill that can be related to … Can you sit down and read Tolstoy? ” he said. And if a skill is not easily measured, instructors and district leaders have little incentive to teach it. [...] The pandemic, which scrambled syllabi and moved coursework online, accelerated the shift away from teaching complete works.
[...] But it’s not clear that instructors can foster a love of reading by thinning out the syllabus. Some experts I spoke with attributed the decline of book reading to a shift in values rather than in skill sets. Students can still read books, they argue—they’re just choosing not to. Students today are far more concerned about their job prospects than they were in the past. Every year, they tell Howley that, despite enjoying what they learned in Lit Hum, they plan to instead get a degree in something more useful for their career.
[...] For years, Dames has asked his first-years about their favorite book. In the past, they cited books such as Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre. Now, he says, almost half of them cite young-adult books. Rick Riordan’s Percy Jackson series seems to be a particular favorite.
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Well I just personally consider plays to be a very different literary form than sonnet sequences, as writers from the English Renaissance also did. The sonnets and the longer poems are obviously part of his canon but they're a different experience. I think of the First Folio as the book that ultimately cements Shakespeare's legacy as an author, and that book makes no reference to the non-dramatic poetry.
I'm curious about people's levels of familiarity; I intend no judgment or elitism and it's absolutely fine not to be a completionist, btw. I didn't think I would've intended to have read them all at age 25; it just sort of happened that after I passed the halfway point in the middle of 2023, I came out of a reading slump and was motivated to finish. Fwiw I consider myself a hobbyist (I am not involved in academia or professional theater) but I realize that that label is usually attributed to people with less experience.
I also have always loved seeing other bloggers' Shakespeare polls where they put certain plays or characters up against each other, but I'm often left wondering if it's really a 'fair' fight all the time if you're putting up something like Hamlet or Twelfth Night against one of the more obscure works, like the Winter's Tale. It's not a grave affront to vote in those polls if you don't know every play, but I am curious about it.
Please reblog for exposure if you vote; I would appreciate it a lot. Also feel free to elaborate on your own Shakespeare journey in tags, comments, reblogs, because I love to hear about other people's personal relationships to literature.
#im also somewhat conservative in that i dont consider two noble kinsmen canonical in this poll#not to say it cant be considered that by anyone. it's just only recently been accepted#when i think of the history of shakespeare publication i think of pericles as the only non-first folio text to be accepted as canon#i guess im also more of a traditionalist in that i think of the sonnets/v&a/lucrece as 'exceptions' in his body of work#the man was a playwright. he dabbled in more courtly poetry as a sidehustle#cont#also many ppl have only read snippets of the sequence out of context#that's different than treating the sequence as a whole as one large work. like the longer poems#bc u can do that w sonnets. so it's almost unfair to include the sonnets bc so many ppl both have and haven't read them
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☆ PAIRING : Damian Wayne x Fem Reader Part 2
☆ HEADCANON : What if Damien's obsession continue even after you broke up with Dick? What if his obsession grow as he grow up?
☆ NOTES : Reader is the same age as Dick. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!
You never thought your life would look like this. Working in a small flower shop wasn’t what you dreamed of as a bright-eyed twenty-something in Gotham, but it was peaceful. You’d long since left the chaos of capes and vigilantes behind, including a certain acrobat who never could hold onto a girlfriend.
Now, at 33, you felt invisible. Your reflection in the mirror wasn’t what it used to be, and time had stolen some of the confidence you once had. You didn’t mind, though. You had your flowers, your little corner of the world, and the belief that love belonged to someone else’s story.
But then, there was him.
The first time he walked into the shop, you barely noticed him. Just another handsome guy buying flowers for some lucky person. It wasn’t unusual—flower shops brought in romantics, after all.
But then he came back.
And again.
And again.
Each time, he would only take flowers from you. If you weren’t behind the counter, he’d wait patiently, pretending to browse until you returned. If you were busy, he’d stand to the side, quiet and stoic, as though he had all the time in the world.
It became routine. He’d show up every Wednesday like clockwork, always choosing something simple—a bouquet of daisies, a handful of roses. He rarely spoke more than a few words. "I’ll take those." "How much for this?" "Thank you." His voice was low, smooth, almost hypnotic.
You didn’t think much of it. Maybe he was just particular. Maybe he liked the way you arranged the flowers. You didn’t dare entertain the idea that he might like you.
One day, as you were arranging tulips, your coworker Hannah nudged you with a mischievous grin.
“Have you noticed how Flower Guy only comes in when you’re here?”
You blinked. “What?”
“You know, the tall, handsome guy with black hair and green eyes? He’s got the whole brooding vibe going on. Like a tortured poet who secretly reads love sonnets at night.”
You laughed. “Hannah, please. He’s just a regular customer.”
“Oh, sure. Because regular customers stare at you like you hung the moon and only buy flowers from your hands. Totally normal.”
You rolled your eyes. “He doesn’t stare.”
“He does, though. It’s kinda romantic. Maybe he’s secretly in love with you.”
You snorted. “There’s no way. He’s probably got a girlfriend or a wife. Guys like him don’t…” You trailed off, shaking your head. “Anyway, I’m too old for him.”
Hannah scoffed. “You’re 33, not 83. And you’re gorgeous. I bet he’s into you.”
You brushed it off, but Hannah’s words stuck with you.
One Wednesday, he came in as usual, dressed in a worn leather jacket and dark jeans. His hair was slightly tousled, and he looked… well, annoyingly perfect, as always.
But this time, something was different. He didn’t just take his flowers and leave.
As you handed him a bouquet of sunflowers, he paused, his green eyes locking onto yours.
“You don’t remember me, do you?” he asked, his voice softer than usual.
You frowned, tilting your head. “Should I?”
He hesitated, a flicker of something unreadable passing over his face. “No. I suppose not.”
There was a long silence, and then he said, “Would you have dinner with me?”
Your brain short-circuited. “Excuse me?”
“Dinner. With me. I’d like to take you out.”
You blinked, genuinely stunned. “I… don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“I mean, you’re—” You gestured vaguely at him. “You. And I’m—” You gestured vaguely at yourself. “Me.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I don’t follow.”
“You’re young. And handsome. And probably have women falling all over you. Why would you want to go out with someone like me?”
His jaw tightened. “You don’t see yourself clearly, do you?”
You laughed nervously. “Look, I appreciate the offer, but I’m not looking for anything. Thank you, though.”
He didn’t argue. He just nodded, took his flowers, and left.
He didn’t stop coming. If anything, he doubled down.
One week, he showed up looking disheveled, his jacket frayed, his shoes scuffed. When he handed you the money for his bouquet, you noticed it was crumpled, like it had been fished out of a couch cushion.
“Are you okay?” you asked, genuinely concerned.
He sighed heavily. “It’s been… a rough few months.”
“Oh?”
He rubbed the back of his neck, his expression pained. “Kicked out of work. Rent’s overdue. Been crashing on a friend’s couch.”
Your heart ached for him. “That sounds awful. I’m so sorry.”
He shrugged. “It’s life.”
You couldn’t help but feel bad for him. Maybe that’s why, when he asked again if you’d have dinner with him, you hesitated before saying no.
But Damien was nothing if not persistent.
Eventually, you gave in. Mostly because he wouldn’t leave you alone.
“Fine,” you said one day, throwing your hands up. “One date. Just to get you to stop asking.”
A slow smile spread across his face. “I’ll pick you up at eight.”
That night, he showed up dressed sharply but not overly flashy, carrying a single rose. He held it out to you with a small smirk. “For you.”
The date was… perfect. Annoyingly perfect. He was charming, attentive, and surprisingly funny. He made you laugh more than you had in years, and by the end of the night, you found yourself wondering why you’d ever said no in the first place.
He never told you who he really was. Not that night, not the next, and not for months. But eventually, you pieced it together.
It happened when you were flipping through an old photo album, reminiscing about your time in Gotham. And there he was. A scowling 13-year-old boy glaring at the camera.
“Oh my God,” you muttered. “It’s him.”
When you confronted him about it, he didn’t even try to deny it. He just smirked, leaned back in his chair, and said, “Took you long enough.”
You stared at him in disbelief. “You knew me this whole time?”
“Of course.”
“And you didn’t think to mention it?”
He shrugged. “You didn’t remember me. I wanted a clean slate.”
You wanted to be mad, but the truth was… you didn’t regret giving him a chance.
By the time he kissed you for the first time, you realized that maybe, just maybe, love was still a part of your story after all.
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the usage of different types of english in elden ring
most human/tarnished NPCs we meet, like rogier, ansbach, and nepheli, use late modern english:
"a sorcerer, as you might have guessed. i'm looking for a little something, here in the castle. when i'm not hotfooting it from the troops, that is." - rogier, first meeting "general radahn. a pleasure to see you, after all this time. but those remains do not belong to you." - ansbach, upon summon for PCR
but older demigods like messmer, ranni, and morgott use early modern english:
"thou'rt tarnished, it seemeth. mother, wouldst thou truly lordship sanction, in one so bereft of light? yet… my purpose standeth unchanged." - messmer, pre-battle cutscene "thou needst not indulge them unduly, but they too wish to appraise thy worth. it hath been a passing long time since a newcomer entered my service, after all." - ranni, after agreeing to serve her
then there are the younger demigods, like miquella, malenia, and potentially melina, who use a later variant of modern english, similar to the tarnished NPCs we speak to:
"if we honour our part of the vow, promise me you'll be my consort. i'll make the world a gentler place." - miquella, post-PCR cutscene "the scarlet bloom flowers once more. you will witness true horror. now, rot!" - malenia, phase 2 transition cutscene
finally, the hornsent NPCs like the hornsent, hornsent grandam, and the hornsent spirits such as the one outside the whipping hut, who use late middle english similar to the english found in shakespeare's sonnets:
"fie, another? ... then, as that woman would surely say, we are in our purposes well aligned. but understand. your kind are not forgiven. the erdtree is my people's enemy. by marika long betray'd, set aflame." - hornsent, first meeting "all your resentment lingers yet... the raw stuff from which i shall surely forge a curse. upon the dastard messmer's head. upon marika's children each and all." - scorched ruins hornsent spirit
i find it interesting how different the usage of english is in the game, and i feel that it can be a hint on how to properly date an individual's occupation in the lands between/land of shadow. the hornsent, being a people much older than many in the lands between, use the most archaic version of english, while the tarnished and younger demigods use a form of english more closely related to our own in the current period. older demigods (and marika herself, as heard from melina's recounts of marika's spoken echoes) use a form of english more closely related to the period of transition from middle english to early modern english.
additionally, another interesting thing to me: mohg is almost certainly nearly the same age as morgott (since they're referred to as twins), yet he speaks a little differently compared to morgott:
"tarnished, thou'rt but a fool." - morgott, post-battle dialogue "dearest miquella. you must abide alone a while." - mohg, pre-battle cutscene
this makes me wonder if it's possible that, assuming that miquella's verbiage is indicative of his younger age in comparison to the older demigods (aka the demigods born before the marika/radagon union), miquella's charm altered mohg's perception enough to also alter his manner of speaking and carrying himself in some way. if his pursuit of finery (dressing in embroidered robes and handling himself with poise, juxtaposing his bestial growls and strength) was mainly done in an effort to fit into miquella's ideal of a consort. of course, mohg could just be as vain as he seems to be all on his own accord, but i find that it's interesting to entertain the idea that even his current state of being was due to miquella's charm.
i'd love to hear what others think about this. i'm not very learned when it comes to english (it's not really my first language), but i find this all very cool to think about.
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Hannibal falling in love
It is ridiculous how wrapped around your little finger he was.
From the first moment he laid eyes on you he found his new fixation. Every time you were in the same room with him his gaze was fixed on you, observing silently every detail, getting to know you before you were even introduced.
Of course he would be very careful, almost suspicious of any new person being added to his social circle. For a man obsessed with his social image he had to be cautious of any potential competitor and you were just lovely. So charming, well educated, funny, and polite.
He found you unusually enchanting. Of course he recognised your beauty but there was something less superficial about you that just pulled him in.
The feeling was known to him yet very rare as it never seemed to have a happy end. He knew he tended to be quite intense with his emotions and that never ended well so he promised himself it wouldn’t be that way with you.
It wasn’t long till you happened to be invited to the same dinner parties through common friends. How could he not observe you when you were sitting opposite of him only a few centimetre out of his reach? Every time you happened to talk he found the perfect opportunity to study you, the way you spoke, the way you smiled, the faces you made when you found something funny, stupid or ridiculous. You tried to be discreet not to offend anyone but he noticed, he noticed and he loved every expression your precious face made.
If you happened to sit next to him he would already know what perfume you wore, what scented shampoo you used everything. (And he wouldn’t mind doing some personal research about you beforehand)
With every joke of yours he found himself truly laughing and when you spoke his inner monologue quietened and he didn’t have to pretend to be listening because he actually did.
For a man like him who spent most part of his life stuck inside his head, building fortresses against the cruelty of people you quickly broke down everything while having him feeling so comfortable and at ease with you. You had him hooked.
Of course he noticed the way other people looked at you. Women and men with their envy and lust and he wouldn't be jealous if he only knew you were his.
During his sessions he found himself unable to focus on anything, his mind just replaying every conversation you two had over and over like a broken radio. Almost every night he was awake at the most unholy hours, his mind unable to rest and stop thinking about you. That was when he knew it was inevitable.
His insomnia and love for you he treated with writing love letters and sonnets, making sketches and drawings of you as he imagined you, all of them hidden and locked in the drawer of his office and his heart too.
Now not only were you dominating his every through but his whole life too.
He would take notes into his head of your interests and would say all the perfect things to keep you interested. What were your hobbies? Art, literature, music he would become an expert for you. He knew everything from Taylor Swift's latest album to the full analysis of your favourite poem. He would do and learn about anything you liked and was passionate about, just to keep you talking to him with that sparkle in your eyes. He could do it for hours, days and every minute for the next of his life.
I hope you don’t share your affections with anyone special because if he found out which he would, they would be the next missing person in town or worse.
When you became used to him and you got to know each other better he found his chance to invite you to one of his special dinners. Only that one would be even more special as you would be the only guest hence having his sole interest. He had one whole evening to amaze you with his culinary skills, deep, meaningful conversations about art, philosophy and life. At the end of the night he had you feeling it too.
And when the time came and you became his you and the whole world would see just how smitten he is.
He laughed with every joke, he listened to you carefully and everytime your name was mentioned he couldn't help but smile. Any little things that caught your eyes you would have and if you asked for the moon itself he would find a way to give it to you.
He didn’t mind, he actually loved it. That was love for him. He wanted to be your loyal servant and your beloved and feared god all at once. Could you give him this and he would give you the world.
If you didn’t however return his affections or god forbid you betray him that would be a very different and tragic(for you) story.
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