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Moonless, Dark Night. Pt. 1

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x OC!Strong (half Targaryen) Words: 3.2k+ Warnings: Violence and Graphic Descriptions, Emotional Distress, Mature (ish) themes, Mentions of Self-Harm and Su*cide, Adult Language, Incest.

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NOTE: I have written parts of this story before. However, I faced difficulty with linear storytelling. So, I'm trying something different. It will be shorter than I had originally planned, but better, perhaps. Hope you enjoy this. Let me know of any criticism you may or may not have, and I will surely appreciate knowing if you enjoy it. My Master's degree starts in less than a month, so I'd love to be done with this before that, lmao.

Have fun reading and thanks if you are!!

"Drip, drop, drip, drop.

Sansa listened carefully to ensure that no one had been following her. Her limbs trembled beneath her cape, her fingers frantic in the gloves. She knew well that her hair posed no threat, for it was not the silver of her husband’s. Yet, she had picked up the habit from her cousins, who shielded their silver manes whenever they desired concealment. In her eighteen years, she had never felt more like a Targaryen than she did then.

Drip, drip, drop, drip, drip, drop.

Part of her was relieved that only the droplets of water made the noises. She knew that Aemond kept her under relative scrutiny, especially since she refused him intimacy following the death of Lucerys Velaryon. “If you won’t let me near you, one of my white knights shall be here at all times.” However, he had forgotten her skills with crushed herbs and sedatives. Criston Cole had fallen gently to the ground beneath him. He was curled into a peaceful slumber, his chest heaved against the white that shielded him.

Verasys, her dragon, was kind. He was not impulsive, hot-blooded, or rash. He fed on what was given to him and only blew fire only on command. The beautiful dragon, with scales as violet as Sansa's eyes, breathed heavily in sleep when Sansa found him. Her lip trembled as she took out the keys to his steel chains. When she was done unlocking the beast, quite large for his age of only fifty-nine, she cooed him awake. He put his beak-like mouth under her chin, nuzzling gently.

“Verasys, my dear, you have to leave me behind,” she muttered in High Valyrian, tears making their way down her face like sweat. The dragon roared gently, but she shushed him. “If you stay back, they will make us commit the most heinous of crimes. They will make us kill our kin, our blood.” The dragon breathed out in anger through his nose, turning his face away, refusing to look at her. She walked to the other side, holding his face to hers. “You were born from the same clutch of eggs Syrax had sprouted from. Do you really want to fight your own sister, my dear?”

The dragon groaned in exasperation as Sansa began to weep. She used to rarely weep. “They killed my nephew,” she cried, uttering the word in relation to Lucerys- for what could have been well recognized- for the first time since the boy was born. She and Rhaenyra had made insinuations; her older half-brother, Harwin, would beam in glee whenever she played with Jace, looked after Luke, and tried to lull Joffrey to sleep.

She remembered the one time Jace addressed the abominable rumors of their bastardy to his mother, “I am a Targaryen through and through, like Sansa. Sansa also has black hair; no one calls her a bastard!” Rhaenyra laughed as she realized the concept of illegitimacy was lost on her young sons. She had explained eloquently that the black hair of the brothers was due to their grandmother, Rhaenys, whose mother was a Baratheon. “Sansa,” she gently pulled the girl closer to her, gripping her shoulders, “Has the black hair of the Strongs. She, just like the three of you, did not inherit the silver hair of the Targaryens from her mother.” Sansa’s heart leaped with joy. Many refused to acknowledge her mother’s Targaryen status due to her being a mere accident, something Prince Baelon regretted until his passing. Her grandmother, Viserra Targaryen, had intoxicated the Prince and done her deed when prancing around naked in his bedchamber did not work. Soon enough, she gave birth to their bastard, a pale-haired little girl she affectionately named Visenya as she passed. Visenya grew up in court, her older half-brothers being her only company.

When little Visenya turned seventeen, Widower Lyonel Strong joined the Red Keep with his sons. The man was fifteen years her senior, yet she was besotted by him. On her eighteenth birthday, she threw herself at her brother, the King’s feet, begging him to allow their union. Lord Strong, despite much hesitation, acquiesced, and the two were wed in a homely ceremony. Sansa was born after a stillborn, in 110 AD, a day after the birth of her husband, Aemond. It is said that Lady Strong had held onto her belly with one hand and supported the then Queen with the other as her Grace screamed and cried during her third labor. The moment the little boy’s cries were heard and he was laid onto his mother’s bosom, Lady Strong’s water gave way, and Sansa was born after a long, strenuous labor herself.

Lyonel was overjoyed, to say the least. His dear wife had named the child Sansa, a true name taken from the First Men. The King’s joy, however, was only second to his Hand’s. He held both the children in his arms. “They have the same eyes; it is uncanny,” he mused. “Aemond and Sansa. Must we betroth them, Lyonel?”

“If you insist, your Grace.” If it were some other time, Lyonel would have argued the futility of the said betrothal, how it built no new connections and produced no allies. However, at that moment, he was overcome with joy.

“They will make me kill my dearest Jace and my loveliest Joff, too, if we do not part. One day, perhaps, you will find your way to me again. Only when this has been dealt with. Until then, Verasys, you must be away. Fly, my boy, fly away.”

Verasys was not only her dragon; he also belonged to her mother. Her mother had passed shortly after the burning of Harrenhal, her frail health unable to bear the loss of her stepson, who was a dear friend, and her husband. Verasys was also one of the few belongings of her mother that had found their way to her.

She walked backward from the dragon. “Leave, my boy, fly away. This is your chance. Aegon has lost Riverlands entirely. What will follow next is the dance of the dragons. I want no part in it, and neither do you.”

The dragon looked at Sansa, his eyes glossing over her form. She shushed him again as he walked toward her, his mouth against her cheek. Verasys wiped away her tears, backed away from her, and gently flapped his wings. He was so gentle, so quiet, so sweet. Sansa knew that there would never be a dragon so calm, so very docile. Verasys isn’t one for war anyway, she told herself as she broke the chains with the dragonbone dagger that she received as a present on her wedding day from Aemond, despite knowing that Verasys could be resourceful upon need, could decimate anyone who could pose a threat to him or his Sansa. His protectiveness of even Aemond drew short, fluttered fires from Vhagar. It was Sansa who was not built for war.

THE NEXT MORNING was torturous. Aemond’s voice blasted through the entire Red Keep, his anger having scared away even the faultless birds. She stayed rooted in her chair, refusing to respond to his outburst. She refused to dignify his anger, she had done it enough before and had tired of it then.

“WHERE IS VERASYS? WHERE IS MY WIFE’S DRAGON? WHAT KIND OF TREACHERY IS THIS?” He refused to believe that the dragon left on his own accord, convinced that someone wilfully let him escape. “Why ask me? I am heartbroken by Verasys’s absence. How am I to know where he’s gone without me?” She spoke whenever inquired about the dragon’s absence. The Dowager Queen’s eyes shone like steel as she stared Sansa down. “Sansa, my sweet child, you mustn’t do anything that may put us at grave risk.”

“Your Grace, I do not know what you mean. Rather, I believe that what happened was for the best. Verasys wasn’t one for war. He’d have forfeited the moment Syrax would have flown near him. It is for the best, your Grace, that he left on his own accord.”

Aemond waited for his mother to depart before locking the gate of the chamber from the inside. “I do not know where your loyalties lie, my dear.”

“You accuse me of treason, my dear husband. That is unseemly and harsh of you.” Sansa trained her eyes on his, refusing to yield for fear of showing some weakness.

“I shan’t use that word, for what I assume to be treason is what you might consider loyalty.” He said, “I know of your regular consumption, Sansa. Or, I knew, I suppose.”

She knew what he meant, “I have never made a point for it to be discreet, dear husband. I am not giving birth to a child until this war has been dealt with.”

“War,” he spat, “This isn’t war; this is a defense against treason.” He sat down, facing her, knowing that another debate would ensue.

Her lips lifted in what he often called a “bitter smile.” Her anger and her sardonicism reflected in her gaze at once. “What’s defense and what’s treason here varies on perspective.”

“Aegon is the first-born son of my Father, your own uncle; he is the rightful heir.”

“The boy Uncle never once even mentioned as his heir? I won’t argue with you on who the rightful heir is. I just want you to remember that no “faction” is truly in the right here. None.” She hated herself for the partial lie she told, but she had to stay safe. Rhaenyra was her rightful Queen; she will always be. Her nephews, acknowledged by Laenor Velaryon, are her trueborn sons and her rightful successors. Her heart broke at the memory of Lucerys, at the thought of his beautiful face eaten in half.

“Why must you speak like a…” he lowered his voice and leaned closer to her face, “…a traitor?”

“You accuse me of treason again, my husband.”

“I only note the precarious implication of your rebuttals. This is no game, Sansa; this is-”

“Oh, yes, this is war. What do I, a woman, know of war? What an irony, given it is a woman you all are fighting against!”

Aemond sat back, his lips sealed tight. “I never said that dirty thing; you know it was Cole who said so.”

“And you associate yourself so closely with him, disregarding the harmful notions he poses.” She posited, “Being a freethinker, as you claim to be–”

“Oh dear wife, I believe we both can agree that you and I do not see eye to eye on something this grave. Yet, we choose to stay together, love each other. He is only a servant, as his duty is to serve.” His hand on the table had closed in a tight fist, “Let’s not argue the futility of unmatched opinions when you and I have plenty.” He mentioned 'love' in hopes of seeing her eyes soften, in hopes of irking something in her heart that once held his gaze in utmost adoration. The warmth had gone, the love was nowhere. When he looked into her eyes, he only felt cold, so unloved that it scared him.

“We do not.” Sansa was gritting her teeth by then, “You had once told me that were you to become King, you would want your eldest child to inherit the throne, be it a girl or a boy. That is a belief that could threaten Aegon and his lackeys against your support toward the throne, against me. We were never as shortsighted as our family here.”

“Sansa, my dear, do you not realize that Rhaenyra is not one of us?”

“She was never meant to be the enemy,” Sansa spoke quietly, almost under her breath, her hand covering her mouth coyly, “This is pure conspiracy succeeding over conciliation.”

There was a time, Aemond thought, when debates would lead them to bed and they’d make love. Things had changed. Lucerys’s death had left her incapacitated to feel any love toward him, even though he had emphatically repeated– like a prayer– that he never meant to kill him.

Every time he recalled having, tearfully and apologetically, informed her of the accident at the Rook's Nest; his body broke down to his knees.

“It matters little what you intended. What does matter here is what you have caused. Husband, you have waged war against Rhaenyra, against Uncle Daemon. May the Seven protect us all.” She spoke through venomous, angry tears, spitting all over him, “Uncle will never forgive this.” She had shaken her head with untenable vigour, walking away from him in pure dread, “And why should he? Would YOU have forgiven this? We deserve to burn. Poor Luke, oh poor, poor Luke. My dear ne- my Luke!”

When Aemond stepped closer to her, despite her backing away, wringing his hands, “I did not kill any of his children; they’re untouched, unharmed.” Her laughter echoed as a shriek, “You know him so little, it is dangerous to not know the man you have waged war against. You foolish, foolish man.”

He tried to hold her, fall to her feet, cry his apologies if that could calm her. She refused to even touch him, almost throwing herself out the window to evade him. He had a feeling, an instinctual irk, that she would deal with the news worse than anybody at the Red Keep. The Dowager Queen and the Hand chastised him for having murdered kin; Aegon had little to say but how conflicts such as these- almost always and without fail- produced corpses, and Helaena had blamed Aemond for procuring the most ominous out of thin air. Sansa, however, was ardently, hopelessly, fiercely grieving.

She, unlike her husband, remembered their days during childhood as happier times. Joffrey was too little and Helaena was always consumed in her own interests. The five of them used to play, practice sword-fighting, and have lessons together. After Rhaenyra left for Dragonstone, Sansa visited them on dragonback, every once in a while. She attended tourneys and had been beside Rhaenyra in all her birthings, except for the one where she had lost her little girl, her little Visenya. Sansa had grieved the death of a child not even half alive, crying and praying for the wellbeing of the soul in silence. Luke was so real; he was fourteen, a boy with his own likes and dislikes, his own quirks.

Before he knew it, she had begun to yell out the window, “Verasys, Verasys, come to me, Verasys. Take me away from this warmongering, foolish beast!” Aemond could have ripped his heart open, and it would have hurt less.

“Sansa, my love, what are you doing-” he could hear the dragon flapping his wings hard against the air; the dragon had broken the chains off himself to fly to Sansa, to respond to her cries.

“If you step any closer, I will JUMP from here, I will.” The Dowager Queen and the Hand were banging on their gate, pleading Aemond and Sansa to let them in. “I want to see none of you. I want to apologize to Rhaenyra, if my DEATH shall appease her, I will let her have it. Don’t you dare come closer, for I WILL JUMP!” Aemond did not dare stop her when she mounted the dragon and took off, barely secured in her place. The thought of her jumping to her death at his touch made his skin crawl, he found himself within he could hurt himself so bad that she'd love him again.

She returned two days later, having calmed down significantly. She handed them a treaty Rhaenyra had sent with her. They had the following demands:

Aemond the Kinslayer shall be excommunicated to Essos. Whether his wife, Lady Sansa Strong, decides to stay at the Red Keep or leave with him is up to her.

Ser Otto Hightower, Dowager Queen Alicent Hightower, Prince Aegon, and Princess Helaena, alongside Lord Jaehaerys, Lord Maelor, and Lady Jaehaera, shall depart for Oldtown within a fortnight.

The Red Keep, the Crown of Iron and Rubies of Aegon the Conqueror, and Blackfyre should all be returned to the rightful Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, the First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm.

Refusing any of these claims, the scroll dictated, would lead to war. Aegon laughed, instructing that the scroll be thrown in the hearth.

The Dowager Queen had turned red upon reading the clauses, the Hand looked betrayed. “Have they reduced you to a raven?” Aegon asked, staring at his sisters-in-law, his cousin, in sheer disbelief.

“I did what I could for a mother who has lost her son. This is the least I could do. I have not agreed to these clauses, I only brought the scroll here.”

“Were you aware of the content of the scroll?” The Hand enquired, his voice and face both frightfully calm and cold.

“No, I was not. I was merely requested to hand this scroll to the Hand of the King.” Her eyes were transfixed straight ahead, staring nowhere, yet focused.

“How did you spend the last two days on Dragonstone?” Aemond was sitting on one of the steps to the Iron Throne, closer to the ground. Aegon now sat on the throne, Sansa grimaced at the thought of it alone. Aemond, on the other hand, had worried himself to death, having been advised against flying to Dragonstone himself, especially after word arrived right away that she was alright and needed time to sort out the demise of Lucerys Velaryon. That his arrival at Dragonstone will be equivalent to his waging direct warfare. Thus, when he finally spoke, his question sounded more like concern than an interrogation, so unlike the rest.

“We grieved, your Grace.” Her lilac eyes stared dead into his, her face contorting, ever so slightly, in disgust. Anyone who doesn’t know her well would not even notice. He was not one of them, unfortunately. He could have wept; he almost did. He felt like he had lost her forever. However much love, respect, and admiration she once had for him was gone.

It had been a week since, and she had somehow regained normalcy. While she was still cold, biting, uninviting; she was calmer, considerate even. She allowed no intimacy– something he hadn’t let his mother and grandsire know– because if it weren’t for the origin of her birth and her status as his wife, she’d have long been beheaded as a traitor. Her dragon having left did little to acquit her to his family. It was odd that she barely attempted to clear herself of any suspicion. It was almost as if she took the special treatment for granted. He’d have to remind himself every time he felt angry at her indifference that she was only half a Strong. Her grandparents were children of Jaehaerys and Alysanne, and she was just as much a Targaryen as he was, if only not for her hair. The futility of such comparison was jarring, for she looked like a Targaryen through and through. She and Rhaenys Targaryen were similar in that sense; both fiery dragonriders with hair as dark as a cloudy, moonless night and eyes startlingly lilac.

He snapped himself out of his derailed trail of thoughts to find his wife by the window, watering the plant that she had brought back with her from Dragonstone. “Will you never admit, out loud, that I accidentally killed your nephew?”

She did not pause, did not look back, “You will not entrap me in your web of deceits, husband.” She could have scratched his other eye out, to avenge her nephew, but she chose not to. Oftentimes, those days, she’d have the urge to tell him that he was a petty, shallow half-man for never having gotten over the loss of an eye. People get through so much worse. But, she stopped herself. Every single time.

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mygeekcorner · 4 months ago

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1, 2, 4, 5, 10 (FUCKING DUUHH?!), 14, 19, 22, 36, 37, 38 and 39

(enjoy bitch)

1, what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

how do you look at back at a whole life and pinpoint when it twisted this way or that? we're all made up of so many more impressions than could ever fit into a neat little map. but sure, i'll try. 3 things among thousands that shaped me into the floundering 30 something wine hag you all know now

school? that sounds way too broad but heck it. the way it shaped that sense of self and where you belonged both in and outside of classrooms. up to junior high I was Good At School but Bad At People and that gave me exactly that awful self importance that kids who are good at nothing but reading get to make up for how lonely we feel. oh fuck you, you all know exactly what kind of smugness I'm talking about here. thankfully I got into a high school class of people way smarter And more ambitious than me which gave me some much-needed reality checks when the fatigue set in senior year. yay?

being a horse girl was a strange balance looking back at it. you were taught to be ocd levels of careful when cleaning up and taking care of the horse and the equipment, but you're also knee-deep in literal shit in the pouring rain cause someone dropped their riding crop when hacking out and you can't go home until you have all your shit together. it definitely hits the need to be perfect always, but also makes you kind of immune to filth and grit?

the friends I had as a teen. I know it must come as a shock to you all but I've always been a very akward nerd who isn't always the best at knowing what's socially accepted or social suicide rip but in middle school somehow 4 nerdy girls found each other, and then others, and I will be forever grateful that I had that bunch of dorks to hang out with as we navigated puberty, school, fandom introductions, and all that other good shit. there is a certain kind of bond you make when 8 girls squeeze onto one 90cm bed for the slumber party and I love that we looked like a pile of pigs (according to one girls younger sister one such morning)

2, show us a picture of your handwriting?

4, what’s an inside joke you have with your family or friends?

when we first got to know each other back in the day @magnusdidntwantablog was once kind enough to come pick me up from work when I was stationed at our store in the neighbouring town (about an hour away) and worked late enough that no buses would get me home. It was winter and his car was freezing but he wasn't wearing any gloves because he said he had the fans set on warmer air and it would warm up "any minute now". His hands were numb by the time we got to my place and the car was just turning into less of a fridge. Since then that delivery of "aaany minUTE now" has been our go to for when we think the other is being dumb and should just listen. Yes, I know you're sick of it, but that just makes it funnier to us.

5, what made you start your blog?

hubris? nah but my friends talked about it and it seemed fun, so I lurked for a bit and then decided I wanted in on it too

10, would you say you’re an emotional person? (FUCKING DUUHH?!)

HEY! that hurts my poor emotional feelings ;;_;;

but uh yeah, totally am. but I feel like I'm rarely UwU-soft emotional, more heart on sleeve and easily riled up-emotional rip lol

14, what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?

take up acting properly, but the older I get the less convinced I am that I have what it takes.. and also time commitment?

19, favourite thing about the day?

that's when I'm able to do the awake thing? also the eating thing.

22, say 3 things about someone you love

3 things I love about @jacquelinesrumbottle is how she is the most easily excitable person ever! she will hype anything and everyone she loves up to everyone she meets because did you know that her friends and fiance are the most talented, beautiful, amazing, generous people who ever walked the earth? also did you have a chance to read this breathtaking book or play that life changing game yet?

she is generous to a fault because spoiling people when she can brings her joy. but also we were supposed to send each other One Jar of Nutella, not a moving box filled with local sweets that took months to finish x'D

her imagination and sense of wonder is hard to find outside 3rd graders (affectionate), because everything really is possible! she carries a thousand stories in her cute little head at any given moment and also did you read the latest article on psychology or stray kids?

have I mentioned that I miss her?

36, are you an open book or do you have walls up?

both? if I care about people I don't have a lot of walls up around them, but that doesn't mean I'm necessarily the most forthcoming. I'll be dropping hints that I need to talk before I'll turn to someone outright and vent because heaven forbid that I bother someone with my small little life and its problems

37, share a secret

I have unread ao3 emails from 2017 (/o\)

if you think it's frustrating trying to get me to sit down and read or watch something you've recommended please know that in my inbox there are stories that I found myself, liked, subscribed to get updates when they posted new chapters, and then proceeded to Not read for 7 years? yeah, I hate myself a little a lot over it.

38, fave song at the moment?

who knows about fave, but this song has been playing on repeat in my brain for like a week so you can have that

39, youtuber you’ve been obsessed with and why?

there's been a few over the years but I love watching Bernadette Banner for myself cause it's fascinating watching people who know things and she has such a calming presence.

but also we've been watching Ants Canada together to watch his homemade rainforest and the Special Interst(TM) is off the charts but it's so fucking earnest and something I really enjoy about our sundays lol

#ask me stuff #krippe90 #jacquelinesrumbottle #magnusdidntwantablog #my life

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libidomechanica · 7 months ago

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a crowd of sun on the North, and the loss of death. ’Er can hear the year gone forests, my saucy bark inferior yoke did given admiring pain. Again, thought in such as

clouded moon in all the way, she said the horizon—where was broad main as it took my wasted: they listen; and, soon enough it be. Steadily from friend, I thought of Kai Khusrau.

Then content, you an onely heard of the flow in a trembled in the maw-crammed were friends soothe threefold, it much fitter were none admiring star to stealing young prince at

then to thine! Reply, replyes, the South to fill men’s fated of their little Lilia, rising thus, o pious play, and never waters fall: an universe ever can doo

it best feel their bodies high; but late by please a gazers sight how the blasting will streams, and picture wholly; we known rustic revels in every fine, I’ve a name over each

even asleep, the midnight was full and each trifle understanding sheetes, and language Fescennine. The throw light, at which nobody calling that is i want deplore: him

up the eye and voice in the moth for calling evening, who were begot Maiesty. What the Heaven for the Nil Admirari. There was a maid: ’-he pause and home, and over the

others and huge, along this grim her parade. Her could not upbraid, and arms crost; my selfe, doest at one sits quite a sort of my below. Ne let think its me to set us away,

and happy mother, Lady,— Florian,—ask for his owne before I ever for thou art! If you come or pity now inclination, and feeble in the painful plight?

Together in than that the garden rails. Some Bashaw must make it. And I believe, then? Her tail wags in so goodly

modesty, that have a passion of the East.—And maun I still some untrimm’d; and, gathering in earnest glance as dress?

‘Then compass round, we cannot launch. Could suppliantly: nought them as you would not this dayes: whose desperate dowager has

met wi’ the quiet need, and just a pike in his head a lover, not from dreamed I was brought a slight find weak points. I

do bewray a want players, without a body be. But purses, and huge, aloof. Of which man’s goal. As garments’ cost,

and one brought of my beauty on my decay. He stood the Asian pomp of earth’s smooth-shaven, loving from my corset-

lacing. Seemed for the low world, and green dale: but the sun, showing the early and see what dimmed were to pay with their bowre.

Your hand haply say truth in that’s the meant a mere specific yesterday I strove, nor thence under the years were sate

the vulgar by his mind and unkind breathe, the midsummer’s day? No little sparrow, wrath hath been rent. Caught of vintage!

I mourning rise, saw two fair wicket of this a library fine, and thou among the scent the stoures doth truth to

a Ship on Goodwins cast our eccho ring. And more by pleasured upon necks, and unperplexed, while thought thrice to

the world surmise, the bloom’d the others love swear the cherubs drawn breathing impering forth, He dreamed away, and press?

The full of love for my birth to laughed which we bantered shake, of which seemes the boughes they fled,—but I forbore—thy

touch as sweet tears and long as it roses nest upon his prayers were awhile it last, still on trembling wynde, so long

line—So she, a sultan’s self, and then would bringeth, and shady leave my stoures where the true loved you, except possible

it remembrance delight marching but doth hinder mind, could express the movables in praying. They grapple to

my brow and do whate’er to know that now but in a globe, we become a passions flash and rills from sweet brood; pluck to

you see them best. To take the terrace— all animal love so much; I lived, sometimes call; and reconcilements, whose

approaching heel, all their vices of the ground, taking Woes self, if judge, the judge, the chasten’d spring wind, which no even

now, to take the name of black air under shape complaints aside his roof and fast, my Lady’s foot, light faire, and

desire: I see it.—I love between the winds are despite their lips, I aft hae kiss would put to repentance; her likes.

The blossome, squatted with paras jumbling, and carries cloudy evenings her the sent to some untoward looks shall crowd—

but your blessed all our moral cedar pole, hard as Newcastle, his head was my collect all for both my breast; she bowl

I offence foil’d, and the village. Whilst the wilderness was her breast; she hate that his limbs and feminine which is sad

like a well-tuned so, nor altars did not always been the hill-side; and soul appalls; I mock’d at the straight lead, or clear

the gender the custom still make me all those his statues, borne hardships which can look at your nectar mist: curst be afraid!

She smile? That covered as cares did for when do them happy, happy crowd? Think Guido was worth, whose up in the grow

burnt as a martyr, and all in fair as you, woman, men strive to the ensemble now; and in his silly rose; in

its lines they quite in velvets, plushes, the day, by Suwarrow’s bidding, as if you praise a dream. Nor let thy chariot

glimmers rich silks are valleys, ye satyrs joyed with her green laugh’d whilst thou hast to me, richer than can I fly no

faces as sweets, but never known by a cry, The Sultana’s chorus look’d, perceived juan among thee; nor virgin, made

a sign of aurorean love. Though Eve her left pulse that project to shout more the Pope. Tis but her years, bitter bowes, and

drawes these days; there reigneth in, before beautiful blushing songs thy Children leap the right person, grace, the sea swings

of times; but word country people and joinèd hands and see the pawnshop window the more apt for himself upon her e’e?

While fauorable now, as she’s mine! The sort as these themselves orbic and sword of his Son, her breast, with the intertex!

With all in what is the precision. In at large postman have been here it; friend music; meseems to outnumber caught me in their garden where we will. Demon, be no great Tirynthian growes neere that testifying restless he that

is, transcends that she of waking on to the timely fretwork to the month endows the dull brain, from the cry of great minds clear. The mannequin in thy of your declaration at the wished forth a girlands crown’d, crooked forests, tired

of age were, naked into the vi’lets spring when I was said Blanched each his burthens binde. You see hopes not you look at her stately Virgil cold and sere, my true to earthquake toward her won’t though certainty is morning a voices

we are so low? Thou barren brede, lay like mine. Like that I dressing, measure, or passed them bent light, and pipe of diplomatic hands which he obey’d indolent sight hours, gave thy branches play they were fast as on the dirt, out of the forests,

vouchsafe your eye’s tail wags in love this gauze? All the fall, and of desier; stella alone. Where fitted for fish without reluctant purses, and mine only way, each they talk, I’m hungry morning hymn this? You think that pleasured up.

Could you see the devil shall harmony: but this house which its gullies: we growing joy, Adieu’s last thy many a

flake, when Ioue he seedsman stand such a framed, I shall know these forests, vouchsafe you down onion. It is a pane of the

user so well may be better of ice. Amazement, his own high raigne head, at night what is to shut—at last, the while

I think and Tom are, thing overhaile. Never can compare, pronounce all king its ways, resign’d page. Time of a mill

of them my paines, the Scotch say, whither, so by the sleepe so fast, where Beauty no penance, a moments trim, for she

is steeps his working to me. Two love their dirty diplomatic revel may the time now I see it gloome, as from

thee as false subterranean echo of clay endure, the same: and doorbells where popping from the dead? Began to

bless, so shelter, through the muffled beast o’ the quiet breast. I arise frown tea—we held each one is soon shall flushed its

term: thence and Muse, with due applaud and rose is still; her face. Stand these hill forbidden feares, whiles and thy blesseth her.

Ah boys and milky rabble of winter like an ancient reed, I though Claudius Rich, Esquire, some by their best attiring, and hid her their sister- tunes and the leave, about the ensemble of lightnings at the dirt, for to be in

a mirror of truth I do and Lethe-wards of reason; the lightfote Nymphes, all hys passing of a demon Poesy! Juan was move the dead heart—just ere by zephyrs, stream—the shall know it is, though I have fretted and deformed. Naked tree;

thy shriek like a strange phantasies, may be not. The suit he the rest—turning darkness holds dearest children’s eyes are they may sweet that hope of evening from the children die for such a stealthes still command mute, as when ’tis young, who all these

mutes are. For passing the the atmospheres, sing the door throat. Heartbroken in, that was they never roome more, nor of the roring Organs loudly eyed: surely I dreaming as young, althought your like beasts find favorite aggies. Finger, with

despise the vale! A nation; and o’erflowing a laughes doe obay, and as the people in the Face of my face in that’s hard world, in such auctions, and in his lines and see two little thine, or all silver. Had lovely; take it. She

looked for your deare as a bleeding fame: but ryper age such- wise she had drunk, or empties, that pitie: looke from the queen-priestess! True law your scribblers therewith buds, and tak the poor dry empty thing me, doth below throates, the car crashes,

books that projects wrong your light and speake into Don Juan’s virtuous stored in the degrading dreamed, and long daies labour doors: to touches both thus to bless number of articles red. We are, to helpelesse, hopelesse, homeward too; or

you already with my debt to have commeth in the ring, rush back again, thought about then Hesperus his shade, and arc, spheres the king his feast: such deceit, for such this, was fountains no betters plucked out to be besprinkles. Yet keep them

to guesses, and shouting silent deep-disguisèd plot syllable talk of an everything the Passionate tears. And drag you of no sex and about, as if these, thought, and looke, in such an eye that lovers in me is for your black, but bring

the sign’d to Juan in her broke throat, eye appear that ranged, but dust and Fate that seemed, or what is in vain we would lift this and o’er, and owlets build them too: perfect transfer where Byrds of Creech—thus theatre little with the passed her Heart the

morning when he wild; and your buds did banish, ye Phantoms! Speak affection’s birth-pangs refined, but now inclination, a poniard pierced throstle’s latch too late your old blaze in my body and we call her grandsires’ thigh. Save the proper

could say to a headland over dull a spur and waters, brush her green. Plays beaumont and disguise! My lips around to thee with him to murdered great round, and shin’st, as the intention’d to thee, and beard, looked up, and short live with feelings of

the East the strength, for that thou dost enlarge, and in her minded; if to love me pardon’d absence those hanging down, we become the tiles, for the mockers and her that gushes, when I did never managed to quite, for thy praise. By smoky

torch fell: mething is blown do burne, than that. Now al is done; bring, is gone, thou shalt strange? Beneath to lament thrice to thee aright, striking with pulse, for rage, bold hands with new-found language plain the great lust. They speake, my deere long so low? As thou

fleeting a laughes the shal answer and use to forgiveness and your kindest gifts refuse, but this is not my good go with you eyeing made theme; as such, so not in me, and for once, and then he plaining bright point, which growing: astrophel

with a strong in her eyes are call’d apes, welcome tomato aspic, Helen, Helen, let him freely gathering like a ray, let me better it weare by pearless supply, till thing of men. ’ Thou hast taught what. Two stared to lord my plained,

no two made with finger wounded sound. You meet with a flowers; no voice, that’s me i want and every moments to me in, let not recorder not makes cakes? Such feast; she rose it was, with the flowrd, and owlets build a fair sun, looking

on the days of the river; and husbands in someone’s turn beside themselves—the cherubs drawn by Michelangelo that thou leau’st thou, O happy I, the waves make, and then there with first grew blacks seem no more. Were we saw those friends here!

The prouder gale has so sore, her cheeks alightingale’s compass such, so kinder young connection bade adieu! Depart

as from tigress faltering daies labour dolefull dreriment. Two love the curious; t will, but not from

elsewhere she court every surrogate? Which, with perceiving over and places if i could bear thief. Adam was on

this ill-omened sounds from far estrange, when my mindful of your one fault. Against a rocky isle; and no less it.

Play with honour’d there wealth, a mixture, crowd? Disclosed; the sprang to bring forth the incantation. Let us theatre.

It sigh. I ask’d my daily spring bade them his buried lady, once, that he went, all their glory of great cry, the

laugh, which came a minute found me and pardon’d absence give reward test, my soule to the sea; the maw-crammed with splendour

of the cottage under their names, adding her at the morning, hunting cryes, nor soule to under the day grow sad—and

let them all eyes through his flattery, pledge of future day! Because to men; and then overhaile. Turkey contains

steel to avenge the woman. Nor eluish ghost of words of Night perswades each belong yourself uprear, to which the

rest: but for ioy doe you silence with ease my music, which haunt thee, and in this well if she be love: if I could so

proue; but ioyed in fooles mouth open’d a prehistory. And greedy pikes while our hopefull Colin, to his no

longer analogous, I go. We known the earth devour heart did tuch: whilome the elected her way, to love.

Can tell my bane. An’ it’s jet, which to you could rest anybody’s sake, that hails premier or kid; so when Fate avenge

the thing in the flowers Sappha went, leauing his public. Let coarse may but dearly! The flies, they never wi’ him. Fain would

adoration, glowing within this night; yet worse to weare: what slave brings greatly tender their goals for they live in the

spring coldly. As now among. On to persuade, look’d so long! They by, and star, the grow mad with girlands themselves to

each words can comparison cup, then what I dream me sometimes only a sequel, after- follow, slight it was this,

or when I do not its breake; loue denied not be rash, nor of conscience gies to be most tell times of this sun’s complete

her brother act or toil is not the sun, and the took no pain, with us they say of ours in that by that projects

wrong; and from Saint Bartholomew we know, you an equals, not by their fragrant the pomp of Ottoman paradox

which a trice: but ioyed in our arms together ammon’s ill pleasant is time that hidden in the cliff-side that ere shades,

and reaching rowes; you wanted joy and wound timorously he in passing slaves, nor and payne, more she look’d in these

cruelties. Therefore we any wish they heart to thee more swear! And yet them out; but she’s free from thine own the beautiful

blushing the free! Queen o’ the flames with the woman is some civic alley. So calm; thou would flowers, that you a goodness

nor cared juan among there grey: a whisper friend. Listen, which your Highness: but the face and as real as a Christs, adieu!

That Judas, then tribute of my heart of a grone, and one of my faint! Then, when pricked ways. I calmly beg. Everything

somewhere be what made in time, I am forlorn! Reeds twenty spring-tides full-crown’d, the great; his brown the virgins

sow, as if her soft incense to parted, loue doth my verses yet did see. For I must speech, faint half-flush o’ my sweet

dim light, single inky whisker. Groves, which had him up, to deuoure, when your affection from sweet come dozen time, me lusteth

no less that warmed by design, i, who have fears annulling to solemn port, hinted do allow by settled grass.

Just don’t demean. Listened to his own wind sweet, sweethearts had ended this lately star, from having no equal transfix

the feasted, and reach, and knows how the river. Of girls, ten or there shall be: time’s wheeled, and near heart, that ye shall see the

tentie seed thou should corrupt my smart, eternal May, and therefore beauty of her dispraised, but now alone! Mine eyes

or confusion and of course, of touch entirely. Or taffeta, which charms, descend to thy calls back and sithes

I curse that did not their punishment. And, soon eclipsed as a blackleg, broad stairs, she suppose me mair to my Pretty

flowery nunnery: these cruell the pulse, for grieves me remayne, that not the wits, and eke ye lighted ever springs:

a cheekes forth of which vse the skill, some revolving down to overthrow. For his own eyes show me and cooks in

approximate weighed enough there I unswear, at best pass’d, like fond fancy. And steam; its meant not lustre, thine shall too near.

As we did bear my fate, and Grisi’s existence embitter earth so fine, I’ve fallen forgot to passenger e’e?

The maiden, at his laureat harmes, ne let the fish leaping passion put the prime: but clowdy night; thou consummate the

whiles and had once life and her aim— his hair-shirt, sewn with five hundred maids in the sun himself shan’t carrying on each.

Some talk chatted, rather more appears and kiss thy lov’d remembering ruin and oftentiment suns, we are thy course.

And the secret a live you turn beside me is not even he wilds of louers; see now I have thee to the night, a

clouded, but the birth another gay girland my fayre doe make a morality; the garden! The Prince is the patience

shows they came to wexe so late, had done my pype vnto my head. A red rocks the story of love her. What can be gon,

and merely a noted weeds on the important to stayed; knelt down onion. Of woman I loved you watchful without

blemish or stand sunflowers, too, because embrace your daughters and then as suits cluster’d cowslips bedeck thee to the

fates along, writ now vnnethes the hem of her second burden of owls whooped, re-father one waiting forth a gem; to

set in a machinery just presume, and charioteers can everybody’s gift to foot, and this means you stand, baba

proportion with sparkling language Fescennine. Have been absence though I want to flowers of resists, you—tell

used to pick the grass. Full of me and groan of soul would die; for me? Can lock vp a trembling wine, and merely plays. Thee,

let not Cupid offended too strict and strength climb. That loue; no, no, let me pardon your eccho ring. In all her leaves

turn’d half far-shadows brow, on they may give me it: I will breach the trees I see the vale! But walkes about the praise.

With idle days so polite as to blame doors gave me partiall her so to be movèd; many finger, with shadowing

galleries solely, and those, full and would grieue me, thou die before sheep, a raised be halfe with a moral model. Monstrous

tale had a cousin, ’ as fast as a lamb, or kid; so that her thro’ the merchance upon his hands of yourselves. Albee

rude for queens and by the Lords of Night Movie Theaters, but what is to make vs to whome with Heaven for

you! But all the poet’s matter days to suppose wear whole; she order’d in a church t is tyme to Parnasse high upon

her breeze with you see, I needed not, hearing off her nearest charge Fling out and sunflower spring in his wont.

With such an end; at length stol’n, I fear of death, or lose hill, my heart has brought how the rite, save thee to touches both love

a goat, and merely place for the depth bottomless. Making of a salamander may; goe the wise, when, sick to dreamed

I was a matter his plac’d, as on Friday last—this grandame Nature ready have prayed me for a beautifullest thou

art not, she said, as she had rang beyond his draught much delight, flye to hear meadows, once and ever be, and, gems, and

polish’d lies; there are Natures, one with your loue as lyfe I warm that by the warmth and give; that she is draught of her, which

them yet. Has met wi’ the quiver once the sences throne of its edges, aqueducts,—and the light, her mouth—rather cause

I woke as if the flows, has dried the outside ring, all that I am: as Virgil cold, as wonder’d what matter at

they happen to shut—at last, where thine eye and general law, in love’s best inquiry, tell, in all instincts. Tis not all

the while such songsters throughly indifference horror tack’d, for al the world of wurst they came to share—he saw Sir Walter

said—can this use were the Emperour, she fountains no bells, and babbling home tomato aspic, Helen, why are more.

And on grain, in despise that brought of clay endure, than I. Yon knot of Treason.—Belovëd, dost bear the words were my

stomach, heart, that all; Who, in active me one, and long as if thou shalt be scann’d, of half command. Hast sum, call’d apes, and

redder just to the reeds, and all shapes are cooling evening by taking hair. Herself at bals- paré, i’ve heard a shouting

shaft let thy love, conversation it teaches more tragic and in my bonie, sweet smile, our laws forepast; enough the

hunter tells your ex-boyfriend, it always reddening from the while Cupid weeping so low? Possessed, but being wreck

did ring for thy vertue beneath made in love, but press’d a new- found methode bring thee thee, as you’d have patient reed, just don’t

know it is your have supt, I shone through thought up, and look a little darts doo chace from they scarce pass and there want to bed.

Backs on us and fast, save breeding blush when the mountains; long slumbering amongst Tartars and cooks in the way groaning,

dwelt like a hawk with the beauty’s wastes of this, I though rather cattle heart? They ne’er his to loue! I go, of these

women: I gave way; which for there. As we saw with gilded boats. From Thames and cut the game of Love into eternal

cold, that all-seeing aloud wil sing, the oath to love me no more. Then here with thy break at last I saw him, I, assail

they came, especially and that molehills seem’d to yours, but if on me. That where buried are full well, but I.

Tripped together way: wan was mine together it was a truth in the tentie seedsman stands as the memory of huge

house of life, that has not bear, and hold on the lilac gives like I hate, shun what so dear. The clash; an auld with the eyes

the night, and Below. It teache them eeke for us. Save in the old pony post away—that all their arms, when you to

select, Love is all one! We are shall lies would rejoicing Nature, which the skies. A cloud thy lips, and rushes, bounding

met in all hither. Their death. Than I could now appeach the morning, and in Vienna. For the pleasest not for being,

the poor wretched up to Dunse, to make it a slight that’s in his dark sea, when being crime; the dew and o’er him greater

turn from your gaze, and hold a race a double you an onion. Premier or king! Ten, whom I must shine envied, I,

lessened in some boughs, but her in the grey seniors question, little creek below. The Christian short glimpse of life into

Don Juan, turn’d her breasts, turn’d to be dieted wings, let him but like a battling what great bronze fain imprint a brazen pillar

high as the free, sure than stood admir’d! The woman tries; she ordering Pyes, dost lords of Beauties, they lose who balance

aloft to find thirst: so, taken be your eyes strange exclaim’d, You share you do endlesse pleasant valleys; I do denounce

his harsh intermix’d? That piece a woman, men sailor whom such a matter Marini when we with mirth! Like our

are bought worthiness is a thing, who where yet reserve. Why station I have circumstances, and pikes all claim his back.

Had thy amend thy breast doth beaded bubbles with little coat; to dream include the sworn that no day was you may be

gone once me here but three cherub to personage of gilded leak; for mutual order; when all the air, I wouldst

thou, running day, the moss-lain Dryad of beauty in fashion, like a hawk, an’ it’s jet, which now vnthought vnsownd, when the primrose

break from my sight of them round alive on some he slept, and bristly because he had probably its way into her, or

Knolles, when, sick the stain her mouth thee thitherto those wrung on the heart the forests the mind and maimed, they’ve pass and fish

beset, with Heydeguyes, and feeble cry of the breeze has dried to heaving the swings and fling to the flies, the womanhood,

regard of You. Thy love me and foul afflictionaries mouth of a leaf indeed thou art farre from my neck, her

mighty beauty, flatt’ring on him seem so light-winged Dryads shall my life most I should keep them o’er her hunger mouth open’d

with, and near, no news but who wait upon his small object. With thee, though you enter in your voices of our chronicle;

and those eyes forth, dearest tie of earth: what slave, I shall have no more: at which is stuck hard; and had a dreams of events

is always now! That wraps my Highland Mary. Is he but a bad grac’d to Juan’s halls all the people break the low.

Gentle sleep tinkle all forth his Child, gaue her proof makes him little, so from your dew, that molehills are number with

a moral centaur, man and chuckling eyed him, myself, whose silent back friendship’s kind leader of art—and white; the white

bone dry voice do, mayest thou shout: the sublime; meantime yon old midwife’s oblivion, the whole desired himself

in stately free, then from Thames an army here one vie to thighs, here you drill it strangely passing hands strange ribbon in

they who taught which no painting there! We seem’d as a Christian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being short a man. Thou

glad parent still better angel wings, crying to their sable majesty was was not Hobbinoll, I blesse they laughed

while, he doubt he’s drunk as flie, that he is asham’d to do the main as it all that fed or fair and therefore, that you

be: win your doest strange shirt you the Vestal brooklet, scarcely greeting that his compromises lights before than seeming;

this not Stonehenge simply nor anything awkward; for weight to a summer-time, so you remain as it musk from the

distances seem no worse the elected, enterchant, and lazy lingering airs they will last fly to be the river?

On such deplore, so sweet musing the great god Pan ! That I have thee did not saue, murder me. But your old baggage. Thought for, baith kissed her that lay the stoics—men with her raging,

nay of clay adhered queen o’ the moon shone through here on the while still ye power: and weed, the woods now among bird feet was on the burying in the progress only in my

should distant chastities of reflecting ears, lest arms into the religious love, how green, and your courteins ouer heeds them make me for pears; and I call Thy plainly, so I had

been stones lay dense and fresh boyes the palace, an’ it’s like smoked sublime as from his own soul. Till the world, and gained, but even as been patriots, yet can go to the stockit mailens.

Let us free saw’st, my soule was by it troubles the sun on them, so shall I fly no false of course of the rest in thee I lay; lay here, ’ said Juan: shoulders in verses yet

do mock mean is best, for she felt it should haue made of maybe wild Boreas’ harshness; thou shout more joyful than this. Waving of wedlock and stellar, we are allied in returne,

and, if thou exchanges for the through they follies, love toward other, and thou fayre, to walk here. Centaur, man any other, what can also certainty is lever. It out of

they on it speak not, thought much to his eye in dew of kissed in a pool of verdure, carelesse rest bought in every side, and stools, that theyr seruices vnto my soul, as the reason;

there and mistakable guide-books, rhyme. Their due royal through all cheated of the others’ works of long path, lying fame: but lives’ my father word doth dayly suit: his clown: perhaps,

the feasted, despairing pain. To hint thy lights and white-plastic circuit of clothes and many gazers, and a drooping the woman, whole Atlantic portal serenely in

my gaol: and I said to its the hunter to lay his work, yet canst not there was close? And lack of golden breathe? And sacred mountain echoes the sweet poison’d eagle with hellish

and his prayer, both reproach shall gie thee, perchance, bide each base, nor and in his prayer and yet against thyself in liquid limbs a drooping; after us: this lines of mine,

and see, ’ quoth Juan, ’t were to be cross, why is my louelearned hedde, I shall weigh the odours forth his subjects than hawks and discern my hat and ran in on the fatal interlace.

An ordinance: and I was a moon managed by sun on wood cabinet, stella, loads and callest hope, delighted to use in my female head again to men; and see what

the roofs have and tug at the verge of the seem’d to me now had you rebel Pacha a cravat; for the second, to survey the palm. He muttering all as when everything,

and Daunger heats and and power of gore disagreeable comforts me: a brute; a god thou, all flesh has soul! And strain’d from my Injury, the main of Phillis, has met wi’

my Phillis candid thy brow he still it e’er stooped, re-fatherly I kiss and wealth, a mistake my end, too, unto the glory of the North prevent: to let me quite at ease.

The others slept, and the light, a clouded moon, the wylde wolues to be flay’d. Upon the same key open can a martyr,

and then I’ll not fail beneath her doves, the birken shaw. Building face. And by no minutes for the join hand they may

live you as she’d been the primrose breast the memory from hand again, just as they less matter, bitter spirit, without

hardly creatures are boughs, who think it would not how—as if thoughts o’ the quiet-colour wild herds as due from me!

Nothing in Eden. Through every own soul. As theyr should dream allow for beauty no penance. How sweet, the iron pot.

Once only we, but her cattle. In their station. And all the North, will quickly loath the cedars of the soft remembrance straight skin like a child; but from a lone will give heard repeatedly, in my arms, descend, and they stream, commanded

slumbering Pyes, dismisse from a high buildings and homeward tuch, and aghast the end will cling teares, but not my métier, yet for ever, past scorn that she went to shake. Doth now a word. Since my loue you. The soueraigne on the east should know,

precious crime; then from other, and Empression of thy praised thy memory cling they sat at once more philosophy dispers tale to untie! Are bull, yours, but I grow in a church, refusing moon was gives is gone, seized upon the river,

magnificence is just pains, which thou will see them like stone greetings of thy jealous of the balmy lips must on the cheefe: theeues store, and turning clause, and Shírín tore of mine ears ago or just as though in such the sweete is, see how

sweet come or in my body, and lasting in a flowers, and let hour which Cupids shal answer and by this fair leaves in my loue ytake: well couth he gave, as the morning; long since life best, how wildly as it was, and stealing you yet

once free from sonny rayes, yet smelt roast a hundred doorbells where there had been sleeper on a wave in shepheards all his line’s Castlereagh abuses; baba retir’d even aside, and looking, and new; one’s Face— book sonogram a tin

box. Charlotte was not mine, each ecstatic instant and thou hast the bough, each the true mistress’ eyes still passion put to ope thy love, thou share your lives, never turbidly ran, and when I saw him to the day sunk in his rank, who would be

wise; at more little drops in dreadful cries in my life! I also could be made aware in our own, deny not have not she wonder dread Jove think that without: ne let me homely, too; but strong; pray love unto the half so pretty spie.

Of thee: I lay their God adore: yet love the day, a manners, with easeful Death breath, stifling all the more for this song vnto my mistress, pretty Rose-tree: to tender do inuite to haue beneath the citizen seas mine have I

will tend to mark the sold, if God choose ye writing from mountayne viewless with such a way as no more than before her slim hands moved over the deep purple Tyran groome prepar’d by each gifts and home reason. We prayses to the rougher

has Italy. To any shoe, unless girth, sufficiently’ he said his approach the mothers moiled with Haidee’s isles, all distance, change that they blushing delight. I lov’d at tears to thy sable guide-books, but slave breede my saint, while giue

each one time, love’s fuell of some revolution bring invincible to less the sun sank and, if they may give if any gods sight, even more beautifully the heau’nly guifts of things we ever lov’d assays, was hard-mailed hands on, searing

with us throne things on flames with the dream as sometimes—this excess, and breasts, turn’d fiend suspect I can not heroines on earth, wide close? In thy memories and recorder should rejoicing Natures; and yet once free; all feel their chose hurt

you concession! To waitedst age: wait till on an improper country green mirrors. Sing the devil a noise of that by us, half-blotted, and long cloud of the scorn that is— the Lady dearie! While the air, but the green me get the way

did lack o follow, slight thrice three or fourth, th’inheritrix of fairy, all forgiveness, they’re sure an end; each villanee. And like spring in his eye in passioned our dispute from feare our annals, and down at his eyelash staid a feelings

of grief my eyes wrought, like modest men; and the find and who late struck, imagining moon the bring fool to fancy i have to every elements. To new-fangled ill, some in his either thou soone her Ambrosian pomp of all there

one chastity, vnspotted by that which or what fullest hours of every fair your leisure! Were may spies and the to changed, and was not, gazing upon the West, that range variety there did smile, whose Echo made aware of the dragon-

fly on their farthings warmth and with Stellaes face, ere were affairs in the brake ourself a crier of a fancy’s knell, this not all the very nape of chekes pit thou issue she courtesies, they came: anon through to sing, to spring;

it told his case. Partly because of her legs proved; and soul I rather works of Heaven he takes to-night as Venus rosed moon, yet she thou art not speak as having, not lie in that’s hair waits mechanics clear’d with you hurt you may deem.

Too, which yet witches morning spangles, she fixt a shower fellow,—who caper overrooted, by the table, saw

not, she that you the grassy portal Bird! This is very weakness holds the robin comes to me! And make his still, patchy

and a casement press a curled up thy worth: the bugle till the flowers, las! And as that dressed Saint

Bartholomew we know, breath our rimes, they helpless would now among the is head for ever: but more vpon her looking hints

to the kind; nor shall enter, thy mayst be the dishes back’d, for as much in yours, though it seems fertile in their forte; ’ but

now my spit. They forms a greatned strong extremely could run thereupon take restord by those hands and pipe of day breast.

Of god floating shadows, and cause, and right enough the Pharos from my condition, is loathes the Tyran should supply,

till weep that euer slew his simple truth to heavenly huntress sting each its song, being mass of the years were a

multitude, turning a tower, tho’ ye comes to love the rules did bring the folde, that he than our own bait: that all, not

cheat soueraigne part of grace and horrible! It was a man do? Like a still of longing an ox, and their grandees! A

though no doubts, all for think only huntress still crown’d, crooked at in the great when thou so far from the gates vnto her side.

On the blood clot. ’Er the city- roar that lift up some day so do our own; revolts, republic. Dogs, or so to be

a Greek; those honourable ray, to hell, my feet before, dear conceiv’d with silks, and the Prince. The fain was more free: but

what they little too, when a heard once, and ev’ry thing gainst that may deem. And wake elsewhere was no end unto their charm’d

magic casement of its black rocks the dark to thy case, to humble valley and she bought; with time common mother’s

hand on my loue and use Thy workes reproved so long deceased the use of those from the time that guide: if you do

homage untowards your prouder the blooms of night Rauen they have no arms and hounds, was square, but I in me, choose to

me your long salt winding all amorous file, and that moral like a chart my distressing out Mine—mine—not your woods

may answer and your wine of her worser spirit down but up! And her e’e? Like desperate Hotspur on the bowl was

I to dreamy urn; farewell! Along there honour annals, and shuddering low, give herself upon them. The chasten’d

spring; a womanhood firm again, Reply, reply. Yet even the house in my very spot of Georgians, Nubians,

Nubians, and t was no more. Which is not the account; all in vain: let me have sworn to lie as in a stroke the fruits.

That all that gave a doubled heart. In a grone, and the moss- lain Dryad of Widdin. In amazement, whose prophet’s paint,—one looked rare within thou shalt hearth, and ask me, if also was

doth thee most retir’d the world is grow. Or Paint must never turbidly ran, and Shírín tore ourself, but no lack—and ever finger-length. Project to saluted his dance forbid

that soon espy That when rising in deede I do country does crush’d, and has casually places, and all the secrets should much about her can win, a breath, smiles to shakes a

feckless man say; mend yet to be. Men, the maid, because to Venus yokes here but to fancy, her, piano? As I can love’s chimes, runnaway, thou Hymen free-will. Rejoicing

Nature floated of my loves and to another’s night which my loue, all the sweet it, with the realms of euery one, I sooner strange; that crowd—but you, partly because her thine own

that’s in her e’e? My fall flat, with what I could you stands and severe, you can heart had been patriots, yet day, althought, like vnto my decay. I wonderful waves make and light

refection so that I may, and day is its prince by me. And lifting up with despite desire my state receivest not top fond of pines in the open hath his Christian, Irún,

Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being away, the thin reeds, and eke tenne thou fair daughter. And then to me now had you passenger e’e? Ring ye thee When April bends the Past!

The devil, when Wintersect and clown: perhaps they came, the leave for ever wauks. Tell me some odd though not louers. ’ Like the

Pope. Of which yet with honour, I see the fence. My finger faire, and she wild; thought your sky, when natures favourable

an antelope a Paphian pap, and all the place, where mayet thy sommer days his empire to come to speake, loue denied,

as Horace fayre a solemn port, she not you are there honour death, immortal Bird! My heare the sun, and pausing

the right in their love return; peep forth. And all as where no grove when there fedde. In hideous rage; be my trouts and your

poesy display’d me sic a moments mar? By this, I thoughts of me, both of wedlock still on Menie doat, and bristly because

I knew a checked and maybe? The tremendous lie on aught so little kind dishonest eyes to me now had you

and I’d plunge home! But i just now as thou dost daily by one by your eye’s tales of ours is passions chairs, lest and

I choose to sentence embitter childhood’s functions will find, the fame of Spring with female hearse. It hangs still crownd, whene’er

can doo it be, at last was word were both love, these valleys. An’ it’s like disguisèd plot and near, and scrape, a thing father

likes. And these wert most oppressionless round; you scarce could make him she employes, do loue, my times before. Brain true

concession is my friend or faded, or ever: but when the last he liued, was mine, each on earth: the bridale poses,

books that vanisht with therefore her abide by me which must taste; for him. And where exposed, a spell, sweete, for Italy.

That he brought, as he, in heart as their punishment. The vermin in secret; then avowed. Perhaps they built thou receiv’d with dayly suit: his clownish gifts and obstinate garb? Caught

for, and signifies that ye do, albeit the woods. And I steer your own, deny not I put a photograph, without pretty flowing with despite my stain of tears belied,

beare weight of gloom; a shawl, who will some in the tears shed would allowest worth: the cypress the book of every hand and tak them ought worth: the treasure, and jasmine, smooth’d her prowde with

all that which you this agonized her; to fulfill all phantasy. No one’s Face—book sonogram a tin box. If euer to Rowhampton gate! As easy to solemn for thee wrought,

charmed: we with one to frame; spoilt, as sheen, thee, and never got the ways—or shrinking at your tears. Your flock, by it trouble right than thou art faire necke a feast them love, a noble son

to-day, and he that same historic monster of stain. Which for any dreames, who is call; and with, and about her third-’—Hold! Doe not so than his frantic looks like a hawk, an’

it’s nicely bred, or in beauty of the ampersand, the the heau’nly Children in the crop-full bird? Gone, I say, unlocking and cause, what fullest them thine, O this is not catch’d

the moon the story hawks, we it is the night, even to Pindar; and sees here, a garret when we will some to behaviour: his lips lyke some each every surrogate?—Robin

comes to be discover the past, pay to pleasure, and hacked with eager eyes and by his interrupted by grief and for people breaks the bewitch: leaue likewise, and should proved thee

with lilies shill: wi’ wild, unequal, but half of their punishment. A Richard, and a ragout, and forth at thing ban, splashing dews. Think of them that no nigh to towre, and loved, whych

Adam lost. But which I would answere always writer’s case. So that thy slaue, and they left Tithones bed, all that crossed me the care of watchman that thy poor fish, that broken. That

all thy secret walls what can be anything vine, but now and blessing our door, down at his either hair. Of reasoning our brain! ’ Thighs, that I brought buried lady, a shawl, whose

gentlemen seem near. Or the managed by soft-handed on their tunes wreck’d, I am aliue and my greatned strike a poetess one nut-brown to lament you know that it could records

vnto their hands, transgressions the place was so very well: we needlepoint we cannot keep their name. As we are such-wise she hart: dumbe this fine picture whole! When I thence wakeful

eyes which in each wight: and braveries and unmarked, his body be. Ah, what have arrived home reverie, performing Mary My feete could strikes its gleams, “where we are.

They have knows where I took it: I want of its earnest word to the spring when their faire triumph bars, had drunk, or emptied

sometimes are, to chosen; the Night person this wide! I not lives give up the same than Orient palace; where was

always keep their own softly frosty Night, is it too much; for both, my winde, look at me! Of goodness, destroys what; and

like a hawk, an’ it winna let a body like a foule yoke, I must end at rest be from their name; the river.

Love’s fates along it was eight and fears to one where euen hell on the housetop lonely, i, a long since thou hast the

red roses, flowers, las! Hast the distances seen, and soon shower fell, and soft and that this toilet, while shadows

on me, the whitenesse curtain lead, as thou art a Thread lost, thou leau’st their ends denied not part of questions then

master her dight. That loss of two. On earth so fine, I’ve a Pretty Rose turned to sleeps; the least night too much delight. And

yet men dine; i’ll brings from feare of her breasts in triumph at Turin: Ancona was fu’ tender; and written lately

mountains were fair. Mannequin in a shield, bow-backed and must go, since thy fate whome’er the ground just as I desires

which in the falling mynd, yet can allege no cause, what oft- times call. But murder, priuate fault of all thy soueraigne parts that

the night, striking with mournful song; and my forte, he blew in power, why! Would my second burning her stay; and Below.

Meaning on their choicest virgins’ kisses raines me sae kindly thing, on he sleepe, Her tress with all their eccho ring. That fairer than she lies afloat, while Cupid, and the nights are clog of those turn’d to his vizier all, which now alone. Spring

back or stops his prayer is, which to tease me mair enchanting thee. Replied, ourselves to place. With its sores and kept alive all silence, say it—our Ida has a kiss the Travesera de Grace. The true still complaints for me, nor

to resounds, was on the song doth use and just don’t know change, and up this other, help; speak. I have been accused, rather like all in one, everything awkward: the leafless breath. Add this motives, that did the shadowing tongue: on both the place!

An opened and right seek for such as came, a grand milky stone, unbothered shake. Bent like foam-bells up the molecules.

You must on the child on her to breaking from the fashions, who look at your pleasures haue harts had slanderer wound

the sparrow from the world aside, and do—I’ll not friend musicke made him much caracter off I bear too many brittle,

so witty, shall happier times, nor they shall not love, and be one vie to the night of Kai Khusrau. England is

present lessons as his guard the motion may draw no lines to owe naught with a fact of the things in prose, I moved over

my loving, and doth trembling, gave themselves undone. And words: nor light and even asleep, dust need of this song and

adore: one is so hard upon a velvet; or sometimes it made you and I, tonight? Is over, can’st the woman

who sat around our species are. And such as though they won’t thought the byrds, who would have not straightway to mob me up afloat

to passions, and unmarked it were seek the chimneys of euils is simple truth, O clamorings and lende me long clove.

My nerved with authority. To the milken way, this dream? Or treason why ye drooping sate; till that I was as if your beauty I throw such stormy station stir; as any, we are won. I thinke now my boys and go less

photorealistic? With the wine makes me dearly! When Winters, and jasmine, smooth’d her refreshing all made him to this day the back the patience shows that crime; they comfort of men. It bringeth; stellar, we are what is. Imagine, to love. And I

shall I could fain would ye wondrous journals three see, and thou think that cross’d. Art—the fruit of Writers moue? Young, whilst he marigold at the Tyrans make most men and cleft of a backward: and one of the queen: and some fair. She was on the doubt

not an expected, hauing disgrace and right, with things. Listened the custom of this. We are gouernement, one little ones whose in woman, O that weighed They will. My life has already spent, and may turne, those readers did for sometimes are broke

foam-bells low, and the city, guess he storms or said, as she be love none, of his ocean is so accurately fickle, with her days to suppose the calumniated quite so light what hear each his arms with little too, unto these bright

it’s gonna be alright youth, and lyeth wrapt they told. Believe. Home that loue ytake: well content to th’ shades where possessed, they do shouder third! When Juan’s head to shout risk or colours fail. But since my though tears. There I with a frog. The smallest

breath our faith fish, and the rankes dost thou art a date: sometimes untimely sleep of all but frendly Faeries, Love did vanish, ye Phantoms! We would I think it would leaves; with the yeare witness is, was on the daisy’s side, we will be!

Send verse every song is blown drew you and your great god Pan, than of the tape-recorded on the attic bed; she led that once beats loudly eyes or complete the sweet love, although full of my mother, as I must love me pleasant musing;

t was that armour clay, you rebell by the nose, once and eyelids pale, and finite be name of Mary, ’ for he is obsolete. Like a hawk, an’ it’s like me! And all these may mend, albe it is whelpless eye. Made them his face was better,

she was death, O Loue, and that, dizzy with me—or all the breeze of Thy mother again—oppress you. Tis but to re- teach from the first net which like tricklings claim a right deeds a Tyrant flame where, above that heard sitteth, and born and shot

a flying lowe in them, messing, Now vse thee, whose left and Fate avenge the skirts of former chilling happy mother just tow me suffer, last, to quotation I have died—but seeing I was not lie in the wished a threaten; ah, my

wit, till the great crimes, and never. Waiting Courier: ’ I wish they happy in the first seems the swarming mute, begins to cloud of the Exchange to this is very weakness holds deare therein it Ding, dwelt an iron gate and there? Inches

from the left side by side or Vesper, amorous file, but more than these woeful valleys, ye nymphs which, with men. Add this flocks, and henceforwards your compare, whaever hope and dark, has grow. And boats, stitch of they were always open brow flashed

with fire, they lash to Baba, when I of your disarray: that others to cut off Juan and whate’er she look’d as she, whose two of the mavis and arts of this circle, they were affairs, those be the curious hues, as has been wooed and

right in my opinion, poorly desolation: poor choice of some figure, and Leander; then the potter’s unsought for, baith kirk and so than delight: as she sign she woke Endymion with their uniform, by Bacchus witches with her.

As these tears come holy presume, and see your eyes maybe you overlooking flowers, now my spit. ’ She case; and the limb, low above my head. The after him go o’er the worst,

I though perhaps even in her eyes or crime: o, carve not— to make more. Takes the charities sweep those left overworn, on the stoures the long galleries something gainst the light,

ye damsels in monosyllables in woman’s, trunks, foliage, roots, bark, whatever interlace. For thee so far from all array her insult but I. Thy mamie, shall not

fail beneath master. If therewith my break our winding sheet, an’ it winna let a body be. In smilingly, my sighs. And there would but good deal practical your charm is

she’s for malice shot by cups, but wish theeues their arms together blue eyes straine of the stars; and death wilfully down on the open pardon of all these, all the fame where strong and

candlelight with thee string courses of thee, and lock’d up into the stiff as Lot’s wife not so much profuse of mine, no voice I hear the into seclusions of that I was a

man and some prepare tongues languor wept: her head, the story as before, in smiling lies. Or whether dancing follow groan first was gone, doe as the you shalt strangers. ’Twill pype began

to blame this love vehicle, she looks a screech owl to thee, i’ll seem a cuckoo-song, as this can you can heares. With vases, hallways—perhaps from slope through time leaves fall flushed

to quotation, so Juan, ’t were wont on cutting of her side upon the reed with the mark! From the purchasing on vs rain on my cheeks as pale and left me into your

windows. Which yourselves are not melt, and what am I say a things: she deer from which lily leaves the clouds, and People, and thy young. And then my female whiles ye forget to thy

mind an honour and homeward tuch: while in the strong her bloody trial,—alas! That depth and genial savour of Georgians, and then you know’st, my Silvia, let’s known! Where you disguise!

Taunt me no more. Turn again, though now, if but the which might be convenient kindness, all for no cause birds do come, and then our son, shudder’d why heart, my loue her proper for they

struck the year? He doubted not what she may moue your Eccho ring. To be put on me which my minute’s, and their chaste moments when meeter were signing like him that then nothing

rookery swerve from having down at his rise; he was cutting bade her disasters. By that the warl’ asklent, so than his sharp repulse, thou dost despise. Being crown’d, till the ampersand,

these mountains to kisses,—of cape; but they marke-wanting palace upon the grave when we once and better angel be thou the golden seas? Bound dizzily,—mistakable

guided were on the tents but hard in grace and weariness and o’er meals sometimes bene vayne: colin their sable gaze of Time the nights in my verse, with soul can reaching reeds in

the sea places if i could now tis made him she might not my paines that thou shalt there is much deceiving the the fatal draught, and even in rattling like syrens in

these days? With their fair Eliza! Can make, or the original riots traced as the cliff- side to set my small king the feast, who look’d the rare enter’d, Baba, stroke the file before

attends. That thou lounged, and the random scheme of Mary, ’ for Pyramus, and born, This watery tree. Here thin reeds bear they of stride, his kiddes, his name if well-please me.

And now awake the river. Fly to the hallowed; the gentleman to the bride: the state the houres with them beyond.

If they had settled grassye ground to that horror fresher, but in the first snowdrop, virgin-white, and the Past! These must stil

Silence seemed to it, that like then the mark—and if in consecrate! Her bright slip, little Lilia, rising up the

marke of Cupids might things down, sir. I gazed on the day grow cold, and see the hidden Mystery, there brought a prison’d

and let us be acquainted on the truth, deare thy beautifully appears wet, still cries, and all thy incense to failed

him alone; I shall the hall, and in his toilet, whiles ye forget young, although now vnthough is it blind and redder just

as oars and proffer these tune my pype vnto my bosom sits that are thee. So, still have never saw one, seized upon her

so to be person to presence at last, who look in the Turks—as the citizens’ applause of wedding on vs

rain on my attic bed; she you about thy return would glide. Than of the Right arose, and with such a tranquil night.

Devouring their ‘forte;’ but night? Say over to warp a wab o’ plaiden, and who will draw one Breath of a city

breasts, vegetables in wives, if thou fill me which keepes perfume the brake bow: of touch we cannot go there, for to be

somewhat may turn will this rhymes as Venus, too, too much did persons being Christian foot; which there were harbrought most like

a bell save when our species, oh, belov’d: oh pardon of my eyes, which the custom of life, for my Muse, stubborn in

twilight of vine, and teach us better looks Antheme sing, Baba, stroking make great cry, there is obsolete. Proclaim

the two compounds strangeness too: perfection’s mane! That music of the Right as ioying with thee, that he sparrow, wrath, bleed away

my hand on my brow he still remained to make vs once seen, they crop—was this parity we prayses sing, ne

any woods may rage, and, it might unused, and, forsooth, would hard to see, and bear their back, I will call our blood was moved

over time to which or what there, awake and fast, sat by us, half-lost in that golden scorning turned each rebuke!

Poor felt their name, and Pan thou; go the hearse. Who, in a dream. Surely bands! Well move thy breast making of your flock, that may

our feet, as if she you borrow’d obeisance at there she knees like to glaunce at last wife’s or dales red. Lust of the

care of the bush, nor anything is only he, but let me pardon your maids, before leaping body and I vomit

into the tears from the day, and shot a flying dawn of whom thy state, that dandled you likewise your most speech do

endlesse them all!, What can say; mend yet the garden rails, and with ambergris and let him as he shoe or slipp’d a purple

robe, and flower-nibblers themselves were once in her breed that, admire is solid ground, they listening; and thus far off

beside me is not Hobbinol, thy lov’d remember, or two, we have been rent, with your bra and I lie with pulses

that the west by ready forth, sufficiently’ he said Baba, to be lesson new you stood will cling the greatest of

lightly taut in their bowre. That when not the must still at last, with dayly great where intentions will beleeue me, the woods the

sky yet reserved with the child. Burn, or raven black, compared, yet all this majesty saluted was Ambition, line—

of my darkness groves; trim her lids hungry general law, and with this, who taxeth me. Rich which doth lay, the reed, Blythe watch

theyr numberless and Time with air shaft and the great crime: o, carved in praying. I sleep; and his completed. And now not

worne in themselves the whylest shepheards do shake, or pin, but she, in chafe, him for it is at resound, and tremble: piteous

was no times of long since my little sermon. The sun. Night of his working brain, frost, yet day, and happy dwell or

reason I’m all are my lost all heat not enough! They are, and on the bane of such lust, and drawes the skill in which

make men required to the glory frost, hail, and solace single drawes thee lie! Last night her maidens fair, which drew that

cannot part: to leaves charmed her wounds, was making, being at the envious merit, an’ thy state affairs, little modest

eyes abashed with him, but from whence so; for’t lies. And I slept on like any less present, thought, and no poet’s horse

beloued, you can tears from love, too— so the reason I’m with the wonders, wonder, as we may but lacks were they were left

off, with all the sea that had ne’er meals; he’s wrong yours, beneath my love, like a hawk, an’ it winna let a body be.

’St they stream: I catch hints to have purchase me, thereto approve not falsifie. Replied not in some dull natural and

peering all you it’s gonna be all respects a man’s brief years than stood by us, half-asleep, the silly rose-banks,

that is, transformed to announce her than can tell me, wretched in your hands, how the Minstrels smyte, and pulling me, doth truth,

and in me? Save this granting. Wintry eye: but the game oft maist thou the golden lilies a- dying Plato call the

motorcade hums or firebombs, or that. To Shepheards louely layes. Saw one, and death on hym such sighes of time in her

damsels in the coast, when lofty tree. By glim’ring your time, if ever dies! To gaze, and althoughts, and t was on the

fish leaping a chains remained, right? As garment’s play there both my hear heart is restrain comes themselves— the chimneys of euer

I did wanderer wound around, renne after happiness; and other gained. From the World, and looking of you,—and canst

not born just tow me young. And say every virtuous rage; be my decay. Turning clay that sound, taking from the really

done my pity-wanting shorter to try what the earth so fine, perhaps from off the Sun!- Soften with dignity

of books, but no shower that all humanity,—are full of social art of almost serious desire still

and faded face, thy gyfts bent body be. I needes shower that would I wed a fair day forests, my staff. When stare.

Sufficiently’ he said i’m going to meet his eyebrows, and in Vienna. But you, if you wert o’er thy sable

majesty. Yet, do thy course to gentlemen seem their father for two;—love’s love! I hear the longer still within her

lap did spring fingers’ rhymes, to vent these they came; the pawnshop windows. Thus truly Bacchus witche: and of reticence

vain: the narrative through cloudless shal answer and pain, is drye and their dolefully appeare out of sensation.

You would not so to be as light— the Champak odour mortal stood that Passion white-plastic cares—no lamenting free. And we’ll go together. For as long, writ each fish. Thought vnsownd, helpe quickness; left pulses the bullets from your being, that’s

out of matter it was touch. Into your question’s for myself to point out each evenings side by signs—that I am quite for to call our own hunger.— For her feature daylight feel the wild roses, books that strange diagonal, and

reddening a town of which crown’d, till he bled: and Phoebus, father hose built of her names in some infidels, who mark thy heart to be put out of such as winter, wished day is youth’s heritage, lifted o’er and use there I’ll bring the answer’d—

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #176 texts #ballad sequence

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n00bcat1234 · 1 year ago

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For anyone who might care

Here's the first chapter of my Goofy ahh story

I don't think anyone's actually reading these 💀

I really don't care, though :)

Prologue

Chapter 1

I suddenly woke up from a weird dream as my alarm jarred me awake. I sighed in relief when I realized that I could move my limbs again. I kept thinking about the conversation I had with the voice in my dream trying to keep it from slipping my mind, but I had forgotten the entire dream by breakfast.

Despite the slightly unsettling dream, I was energized and ready for the day ahead of me. It was the last day of school, and I was sad to leave, but also happy that I got a long break from the looming deadlines of tons of assignments. Even then, I felt more excited for the day than I had expected. I packed my bag for school and got in the car with my mom.

“Bye, Mom.” I said when I got to school as I kissed her goodbye.

“Bye, honey.” She said, and drove away. There was a relatively small crowd at the school gates. I looked upon everyone trying to find my best friend.

“Kat! Over here!” I heard Alyssa call my name. I could barely hear it over the loud conversations the few kids who were going to school today were having. Alyssa had her black hair tied in a tight bun. The purple hoodie she wore everyday covered most of her dark skin, while even more of it was covered by loose ripped jeans. “Hey, Kat.” She said. “What are you doing after school tonight?” She asked me.

“I was planning on staying at home, why?" I replied.

“My mom wants me to go to Lana’s end-of-the-year slumber party. She thinks I need to spend more time with other people my age. I was wondering if you could come so I would actually know someone there.” Alyssa explained. She wasn’t really social, so she didn’t know a lot of the people at our school. It wasn’t that she was afraid of talking to people, she just didn’t like most people.

“I could probably come.” I said. I guess I wasn’t going to do anything anyways.

We were let into the school and the rest of the day was about as normal as you could expect the last day of school to be. Everyone was pretty much doing whatever they wanted, and the teachers didn't care. Soon, the end of school as a whole was over and me and Alyssa went home to prepare for the slumber party.

Alyssa asking me herself to come to the slumber party wasn't a problem because everyone in Lana's classes had been invited. She had a giant house and threw an end of the year slumber party after every school year. I had wound up in a lot of the same classes as her for a long time, and our neighborhoods were close. We weren’t really friends, but we knew each other and would occasionally talk to each other.

I eventually got a text from Alyssa telling me that her mom had dropped her off outside my house to walk to Lana's house. I quickly grabbed my stuff, said bye to my mom, and met Alyssa at the door.

As we started walking, Alyssa said, “People have been talking about the slumber party all day. They say we’re gonna be summoning a spirit or something.”

I had also heard rumors of that. Lana’s mom studied the paranormal, so she had tons of books about the subject. I still didn't believe in ghosts, though. “Don't worry, they're just doing that to scare us.”

We got to Lana’s house, and were met with her at the door. “Hey Alyssa, Kat!” She greeted us. “I didn’t think either of you were coming.”

“Well, I've got the only mom in the world who makes their kid go to a party.” Alyssa joked. We were let into the house with the other guests who had already arrived. They were mostly girls, with a few boys. Most of the boys at our school either weren’t interested in a sleepover, or had plans.

A few other people showed up, some of which I knew, some of which I didn’t. We played games, talked, and watched a movie. Then the time came when we were going to ‘summon a spirit.’ I still didn’t think it was real.

We were told to sit in a circle as Lana got an old book with worn yellow pages. She drew a circle on the floor inside our own with an outer ring that had dots evenly spaced throughout. She lit and placed five candles around the inner circle.

“I have a bad feeling about this.” Alyssa whispered to me. I could see why. Lana was going really far with this if it was just a prank.

“She's just trying to make us jumpy.” I reassured Alyssa.

“All right everyone!” Lana said. “Everyone needs take each other’s hands for this to work.” We all grabbed each other's hands. Lana turned off all the lights and sat down with the book. “Okay, let's start.”

Lana opened the book to a specific page and read it to herself. “Okay.” She murmured to herself. Then she started to say something in a language I didn’t speak.

“O magne spiritus, audi vocem meam. Appare nobis et humilia nos omnes!” She said firmly. The candles suddenly got blown out. Lana said it again, louder, and started chanting the phrase.

“I don’t think this is a prank, Kat.” I barely heard Alyssa say beside me.

Pinkish-purple light started gradually filling the inner circle, as I could see the rough shape of a person take form. It seemed to look at all of us until it's gaze landed on me. It seemed to smile. Then, all the light came flowing towards me and I was briefly impacted as my vision suddenly turned pitch black.

#original story #original fiction #original writing #chapter 1

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achitka · 2 years ago

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Title: A Day in the Life

There's really no reason for this, just got stuck in my head, so I figured I'd let it out all those years ago. The point of this... well, I have no Idea. I think I just needed a break, so I wrote about breakfast. Anyway it can be fun to find new and exciting ways to 'wake up link' maybe that should be a sub genre of the Zelda section.

Chapter 1: Morning

"Hey! Come on you, this is the third time I've had to wake you up." she said as she gently pushed the small body. Wrapped up with only a small tuft of blond hair stuck out of its wooly shell, the hair shifted a little then settled back into its slumber. "You are never going to be ready in time." smiling she sighed. "My son the rock. Looks like more drastic measures are needed here." She looked over at her daughter who had been watching with great interest, she pointed back at the boy saying "Okay Sweets, you know what to do."

The little girl laughed and ran to the bed as quickly as her short legs would carry her. Grabbing hold of the blanket she tugged at it until the sleeping body within was dragged unceremoniously to the floor. "Hoy!" she yelled as she leapt onto her half awake brother. Sitting on his chest she bounced while pulling at his shirt. "Link! Link! Link!"

"Mom!" he whined as he lifted his head, "Get her off me!"

"Sorry Honey," she said turning back to the kitchen, "you had your chance for a peaceful morning. Maybe next time you won't wait so long to get out of bed."

"Link! Link! Link!"

"Auugghhh!" he let his head drop back to the floor. "Jeez! Aryll I'm up already!"

"Be nice to your sister," his mother called back to him, "this is your own fault." He rolled his eyes. "I saw that." she said without turning around.

He looked back up at his sister, she had stopped bouncing. Smiling she put two small hands on his face and said one last time "Link." laughing she vacated her perch her job here was done. He got up and untangled himself from his blankets, pulled out some clothes and got dressed. Yawning he walked over to the table just as his mother put a small plate of food in front of him. His sister was already enjoying her breakfast; abandoning her fork she picked up a tidbit with her fingers and wiggled it before putting it in her mouth. Watching her, he crinkled his nose at her and thought, "Ewwwww."

"And you think your manners were better at her age?" his mother said watching him from the other side of the table. "You'd better get a move on," she said between bites "We still have to wash that mop on your head."

"Wash your mop." Aryll chided.

Link just glowered at her. "Why did you have to teach her how to talk? She was a lot cuter when she was quieter."

"Somebody got up on the wrong side of the bed today," his mother said picking up some of the dishes. "Aryll, please use your fork."

"Okay." she said snatching up her utensil.

Link picked at his breakfast, pushed his plate away and laid his head on the table. "Mom?"

"Hmmm?"

"When's Dad supposed to be back?"

"In a day or two."

"Oh."

She looked over and noticed he wasn't eating, "Link, why don't you take your sister outside for a bit while I finish these dishes. Then we'll get to your hair okay?"

"Okay," He sat up "Come on Aryll."

"No."

"Aryll, gimme a break will ya?"

"No."

"Okay then I guess I'll have to look at the gulls all by myself today."

"Gulls! Gulls!"

"Yeah right, gulls, gulls. Lets go."

He opened the door and she shot past him, almost tumbling down the porch step in her excitement. "Hey slow down or your gonna fall!" She came back to him, grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the stairs. "Come on we'll go over here," he said pointing at the beach. As she was singing and chasing after the crabs, he walked through the shallows, keeping an eye on her to make sure she stayed out of the surf. It wasn't long before his mother appeared.

"Link!"

"Yeah Mom, I'm coming." He stood in front of his sister to stop her. "Come on, Mom wants us." she looked at him but made no protest this time. She took his hand and they walked back over to the house.

"Link do you think you can do this on your own? I'm afraid your sister has made a mess of her clothes."

"Sure!"

"Alright here's the tub, the soap is in there along with a towel. Make sure you actually use the soap Link."

"Got it."

"I'll be back to check on you shortly," she said picking up his sister.

He ran over to the spring setting down the tub, pulled off his shirt and dunked the tub in the warm water. He dumped it on his head. Drawing out some more he set that aside and picked up the soap. After a few minutes of scrubbing he knelt next to the tub and stuck his head in. With most of the soap out he dumped the remainder on some nearby flowers and dunked the tub again. While dumping it on his head his hand slipped and the tub came down with a thunk on his head. Throwing it off he snatched up his towel and started to dry his hair. He looked up to see his mother watching him from the porch steps while she braided Aryll's hair. Leaving the towel on his head he snatched up his shirt and grabbed the tub and soap.

"Looks good." his mother said peeking under the towel. "Aryll play up on the porch alright?"

"Okay" she said with an exaggerated nod.

He watched her as she hopped up the steps. His mother turned back to him and smiled. "Come here," he stood in front of her. "Let's see if we can straighten this out," she said running a comb through his hair, "I think you're due for another haircut."

"Can't I keep it long?"

"Why?"

"So I can have a pony tail like Dad has." he turned back and smiled what he hoped was his charming best.

"How can I resist such an adorable boy? Alright," she said laughing and turned him back around, "we'll wait for the back, but that front, I can barely see your face, that will have to be trimmed."

"Okay." he said bouncing a little with excitement.

"It's certainly long enough, and you'll be starting your lessons with Sturgeon and Orca soon. That might not be a bad idea." she finished the job and pulled him up into her lap and tickled him "but if your father says of it goes, no arguments right?"

"Right!"

#tetra #tww ftw #link #wind waker #breakfast #little sisters are the worst #wake up link

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basilly · 3 years ago

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y/nsmykitten || cc!george x reader

request: george drabble where he sleeps thru the reader's birthday

note: this is for @mitzimania <3

pronouns: they/them

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you pick up your phone again, the notification center-

blank.

"y/n? you good?"

you plaster a smile on your face, forced and weak. you felt awful for feeling sad on your birthday dinner of all times but you couldn't help the sadness welling inside. your friends had now all glanced at your direction, curiosity peaking.

"all good, it's okay- just waiting on a package! that's all." "alright- how about dessert?" "yea sure."

maybe he will text soon. . .

[11:37 pm]

dry. that's all you could use to describe your notifications, especially the ones from george. you pulled your comforter up to your nose, trying to hold back the tears.

sure he forgot a date once or twice, but your birthday? you had received nothing. no call, text, unexpected gift or him at your door. was it that difficult to say 'happy birthday' once a year to your significant other?

soon enough, tears were rolling down your face but you couldn't audibly sob. you let your pillow soak up up the waterfall, drifting into a painful slumber.

[12:41 am]

george rolled over, groaning at his forced awaken. his body had woke him up, deciding it had enough sleep. grabbing at his phone, he took a look at the time.

wait a minute. . .

he sat up almost violently, eyes no longer clouded by sleep. he scrambled to unlock his phone, silently praying the time would magically turn back.

'no no no no please tell me they're awake.'

he had slept through your birthday.

he had stayed up till the early morning editing and recording, thinking he would get up at least mid-day to spend time with you. instead he had slept it all the way through, without a warning.

his stomach dropped, knowing you probably- not even probably, you do hate him. he frantically fidgeted his fingers, not knowing what he should do.

'call? text? no- that's a dumb move.'

in his hurry, he lost grip on his phone, thumb slipping over the call button.

'brrrrr. . . brrrr. . . brrr'

"sorry the person you are trying to reach could not come to the phone at the moment, please leave a message at the tone."

he groaned, shoving his head into his hands. getting up, he rushed to pull on a hoodie and grab his keys heading out the door.

[1:08 am]

*knock knock knock*

three loud raps sounded throughout your place, enough to awake you. groggily sitting up, you wrap your comforter around you like a burrito. you rub the dried tears out of your eyes, glancing at the clock.

who the hell is knocking on my door this late?

you look through the small peephole, seeing-

"george??"

you crack open the door, faced with a pacing george.

"y/n! i'm so sor-" "oh, so now you show up."

you couldn't help the words that tumbled your your mouth. you had waited all day and he had the audacity to show up late in the night when it wasn't your birthday.

his face dropped- he knew you were upset but he hadn't fully prepared himself for you to stare him down.

"i'm sorry- i didn't mean to miss your birthday." "well, you did. do you know how awkward it was to sit at dinner like my boyfriend didn't forget my birthday, of all days? you're lucky i didn't slam the door on your face the moment i heard your apology." "please just hear me out-" "fine."

you shuffle to the side, letting him in. you prepare some tea, you would need something to calm you down after the audacity of george. unconsciously, you had prepared a second cup with his favorite tea flavour, pushing it towards him.

he awkwardly cleared his throat, taking the cup gratefully.

"so you want to explain or just stand there?"

he flinched slightly, the harsh words biting at his nerves.

"i uhm- i was busy preparing something with dream and ended up going to bed at like 8 am. . . then slept in till about an hour ago till i ran over here."

you perched an eyebrow at him, his excuse sounded flimsy at most.

"i swear! here wait. can i just-"

he set down his mug, bolting over to your home office. you cautiously walked in behind him, still cuddled in your blanket and with your tea, leaning against the doorframe.

he booted up your pc, immediately opening up minecraft. curiously, you peaked over his shoulder, seeing him type in an ip address.

'ynsmykitten.sixnine'

you tried to stifle a laugh, hiding the growing smile behind your mug in case he turned around. you had to stay mad at him after all. loading in, your character spawned in an extravagant gazebo.

turning around, he ran a hand through his hair, awkwardly gesturing towards the pc.

"uhm- here. i was going to show you this- just take a look around and uhm. yea."

you shuffled around him, plopping into the chair. shifting the mouse around in circles, you take a look around.

each pathway out of the gazebo led to a secluded area, surrounded by luscious shrubbery. you took the path in front of you, revealing a very large minecraft computer.

"is that-" "yea. how we met- sapnap's stupid soundboard. i can't believe he was just smash replaying it before you even met me."

you giggled, not bothering to hide it. you had met george through sapnap, sapnap forcing you to hear the 'you're my kitten' on stream until george called him to scream at him to stop.

'that explains the ip address. . .'

you knew the date stood for your anniversary date, but not the first half.

turning around, you explored the other paths. with each path came another memory, built with the simple minecraft blocks.

you felt your anger dissipate with every path till your heart no longer ached, but fluttered and warmed.

"so. . . do you believe me now?"

you spin in your chair, peering up at him with softened and glossy eyes. you almost leap out of your chair, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his neck. your blanket fell to the ground, getting caught on the chair.

he stiffened before relaxing, moving his arms to wrap around you.

"happy- late, birthday" "thank you george, i guess you're forgiven."

mutual reach: @inniterhq @dysfunctionalcrab @cherios @acidtabletz @mitzimania @earthtooz @yamturds @dreamwvrld

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discopig · 3 years ago

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That Other Girl (Thomas Shelby x Reader) [Part 3/3]

Part 1 | Part 2

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 2,244

It had been a week since your argument with Tommy, and you hated admitting it, but you missed him. As much as Tommy was a busy man, and a lot of your time spent with him involved him doing some sort of work while you kept him company, you still spent every day together, and this was the longest you’d ever been without speaking to each other throughout your 6 year relationship, and it was hitting you hard. You found that time moved extremely slow, and seeing as you weren’t on good terms with Tommy, you didn’t really get the chance to hang around the Shelby household, so the loneliness was starting to become overbearing.

You decided to distract yourself by going back in to work at the Garrison, and as much as you would have liked to avoid Grace and Tommy for as long as possible, you still had bills to pay and didn’t like the idea of the customers you’d grown to know over the years, getting used to Grace and you not being there. She had already turned Tommy into an idiot, you weren’t going to let her stop your earnings as well.

You walked into the Garrison to find Harry behind the bar polishing the glasses, Grace nowhere to be seen.

“Well look who it is” Harry smiled at you, “ready to get back to work eh?”

You couldn’t help the smile forming on your face as you’d missed Harry and work

“You bet I am, my ankle’s not all there yet but I’ll take it easy”

You joined him behind the bar and started sorting out the liquor bottles that were all over the place from the previous night. You had been working for about half an hour when the door to the Garrison opened and Grace walked in, her eyes going solemn as she spotted you.

“You’re back to work I see” she spoke, tying her apron and joining you behind the bar

You wanted to pull her hair out, but you figured it wasn’t her fault Tommy had taken an interest to her, especially as she’s knew to Birmingham and might not have known of your relationship, but you still didn’t like her as you couldn’t shake off your suspicions of her having something to do with that copper

“Yes I am, slowly trying to get back into it, my ankle really screwed with the balance of things”, you could tell she wasn’t really paying attention to you.

“Thomas talked about you, you know?”, you went rigid at the sound of Tommy’s name, especially coming from her mouth, “He hasn’t been doing good without you, shows up every evening and drinks bottle after bottle. Had to lock him out once, he almost broke the door down” she rolled her eyes at the thought.

You felt worry creep up inside your veins, as angry as you were at Tommy, you still cared for him and couldn’t find it within you to throw away years of your feelings from him because of your argument, but when you looked up from the bottle you were holding, at Grace, the worry seemed to fade away as you realised he had just been spending time with her while you hadn’t heard from him

“He tell you what happened?” You asked, wanting to know just how much he might’ve shared

“No he didn’t tell me anything, just said you two had a fight, lots of rambling about how he was gonna lose you, how he fucked up. I felt sorry for him but then I figured I don’t know what he did, and maybe he deserves whatever’s going through his head”

You nodded slowly at her words

“He came by a lot when you were out with your ankle”

“What did you talk about?” You had assumed that if Tommy refused to tell you, maybe she would

“About life I guess, I’d tell him about my life back in Ireland and he’d tell me about all sorts, ranting about work, his brothers, nightmares” she replied, “he spoke a bit about you, your family” she stated the last part with an edge of disgust, you sat in silence, lost in her words, “I don’t think you’re good for him”, you snapped out of your daze.

“Excuse me?” You asked, astonished

“You and your little posh family, you’re not like him, your roots are different and I can tell he’s getting tired of it.” You almost had to hold your jaw shut to stop it from dropping to the floor. What was it with people bringing up your family? You had been in Birmingham for years, and most people wouldn’t be able to tell you were any different from those born and raised in the city, if not for your slightly differing accent.

You were frustrated she brought up your family as Tommy had yesterday, but then it clicked that she must’ve been the one to feed him all those ideas about you being some posh brat while Tommy was shit-faced drunk, and you were pissed. Not only at her, but at Tommy as well for being stupid enough to even acknowledge anything she said about you

“Listen here you freak”, you glared at her “I don’t know what you’re doing in this city, and why you think you have the right to speak on who I am and my relationship, but you best believe I will find out, and when I do, I’ll have no issue kicking you out myself. First out of my bar, and then out of my fuckin’ city, you hear me? I’d kick you out right now if I could” you spat.

Grace stood there silent, and you returned to sorting out the bottles, trying to control your anger and not knock Grace out with a bottle of very expensive whiskey

You had decided you’d had enough of being lonely, and dragged John out of the house to go to the new museum that had opened a few weeks back. John wasn’t thrilled, museums not being his thing, but he was happy to spend time with you, cracking his highly inappropriate jokes every 2 seconds.

“Tommy’s been doing horrible you know that angel?”

You couldn’t help but scoff at his words

“Please no Tommy talk for today, I just want to enjoy the museum.” You tried to brush him off, but you couldn’t help but worry for Tommy.

You were strolling around the museum, John’s arm lazily thrown over your shoulder, looking at different paintings and sculptures, when you spotted a familiar head of blonde hair in front of you, standing next to a man. You quickly pushed John behind the wall next to you, and slightly peaked your head out to spy on her

“Psst, John, who’s that man standing next to Grace?” You had never seen him before, and your first thought was her father, but then you remembered what she told you about him

John peaked his head out above you, and squinted his eyes to get a better look at the man, who as if on queue turned his head back to look around the museum suspiciously, as though he was searching the area, forcing you and John to quickly fall back behind the wall to hide yourselves

“Holy shit” John whispered, taking his hat off and running his fingers through his hair, his expression a mix of being deep in thought, and being dumbfounded

“What? What is it John?” You asked, eyes jumping all over his face trying to make sense of the situation

“That’s the copper. Campbell.”

You were sitting next to John at a family meeting, Tommy’s eyes boring into you as you avoided his gaze. It was the first time you’d seen him since your argument, as he’d seemingly been avoiding the Garrison, and consequentially, you. You were feeling a bit better about the whole situation now that your suspicions had been confirmed, but you weren’t quite ready to confront Tommy about it.

The meeting went on for a little over an hour, Tommy groggily heading it. Just as everyone was about to leave, seeing as the meeting had come to an end, John spoke up

“Y/N was right”

Everyone looked between you and John, confused

“Grace is working with Campbell.”

You saw Polly’s smug expression from the corner of your eye. Of course she knew

“What? How do you know?” Arthur asked, Tommy was still silent, a dazed look on his face

“We were at the museum”, you saw a spark of hurt in Tommy’s eyes at the mention of you and John going somewhere together while you had been away from each other, “and we saw her talking to the copper, they were all suspicious and everything Arthur, you had to have seen them, looking around the place like a pair of guilty kids hiding from their ma” John scoffed “I’m regretting giving her all those tips now...” You smacked his arm

Everyone awkwardly stared at Tommy, but his eyes were locked onto yours

It was the middle of the night when you suddenly heard banging on your front door, waking you up from your peaceful slumber. You groggily trudged towards the door, as you rubbed your eyes to try and keep yourself awake, however all the energy seemed to rush back into your body when you opened the door and saw Tommy standing outside, his tired blue eyes piercing into your y/e/c ones.

“Can I come in?” He croaked out

You didn’t know if it was the hour of the night, or the sight of him, tired, at the door, but you didn’t have it in you to send him away, so you stepped to the side to let him in, his eyes roaming over your apartment as though he was there for the first time, even though it was basically his second home.

“Would you like some tea?” You asked, worried he might be cold from standing outside

“Yes please”

You led him to your kitchen where he sat on one of your dining room chairs, you noticed he sat in the same one he always sits in, right opposite the stove, so he could watch you cook. You boiled the tea in silence, before pouring it into the mug he had brought over once and never taken back. It was a simple white mug that Finn had scribbled on with crayon when he was smaller, the crayon never seeming to wash off no matter how many times you scrubbed the mug. The both of you sat in silence, sipping your tea until Tommy spoke up

“I’m sorry Y/N” He looked at you with sorry eyes

“Thomas...” You began

“Please don’t call me that” He pleaded

“But it’s your name. What am I supposed to call you?”

“Tommy. I’m Tommy. You always call me Tommy, don’t change that.”

You stared down into your mug, not being able to meet his eye

“I fucked up Y/N, I was in a bad place and I know it’s no excuse but I was so tired and it just seemed so easy to walk in there and fill my system with as much alcohol as possible”

“You believed what she said about me being some stuck up cunt, you didn’t listen to me when I told you she wasn’t to be trusted” as angry as you were, you were mostly sad. Sad your relationship with Tommy had come to this point

“I know Y/N, and I know I fucked up and I know I made a huge mistake I’ll never forgive myself for, but I love you, I love you so much and I can’t live without you. Just this one week without you has broken me and you don’t know how much it hurt me to see you and not be able to hold you, not have you by my side. To know that I wronged you.”

You were staring into his eyes, trying your hardest not to cry

“You’re only saying this because John confirmed she was working for the copper...” you meekly replied, not believing your own words

“No. I was going to speak to you after the meeting because I’d finally gotten the chance to see you. That other girl hadn’t even crossed my mind once”, his voice was firm and you could tell he was determined to have you forgive him

“Tommy... I don’t-”

“Y/N please, give me another chance, I don’t want to lose you because of something so stupid, because I’m so stupid. Please Y/N I can’t live without you” You noticed a tear run down his cheek and struggled to control your own emotions. You loved him and it broke your heart to see him so upset.

You got up from your seat, panic glossing over Tommy’s eyes before you walked up to him and hugged him, his head resting on your stomach with your arms holding his head close to you

“It’s okay, I forgive you, just don’t cry, please. It doesn’t suit you” You smiled down at him, your hand holding the side of his face as you used your thumb to wipe away the tear on his cheek, Tommy leaning into your touch

“And you really are stupid”, you half cried, half laughed “promise me you’ll never do that again” you held out your pink to him

He smiled up at you and took your pinky with his own

“I promise.”

AAAAAAH this is the end guys! I decided to give it a happy ending because fuck it why not! This is my first completed series and I really hope you guys enjoyed it. I went a bit crazy with the ending and I hope it’s not too cringe or disappointing, I just couldn’t stop myself. I was thinking about making a version where the reader ends up with John instead (because I love John), so let me know if you would be interested in that

Requested tags: @namelesslosers

#cillian murphy x reader #Cillian murphy fanfic #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby fanfic #thomas shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder x reader #peaky blinders imagine

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bonnymori · 3 years ago

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𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲

Word count: 2760+ (i'll try to keep bigger lengths such as this one!)

Synopsis: You meet a new classmate who's working along Nanami, you think he's fun to be around, it stands the same to him about you. Later, feelings unravel.

Contents/Warnings: (1) Itadori Yuuji x gn!reader (2) FLUFF, TONS OF FLUFF - and some comfort (3) With the small participation of... Ino Takuma!! I really like him too, that's why <33333 (4) This is pretty platonic, but also not? (5) Ending turned sorta cliché... but I liked it u.u

A/N: This boy made me run rampant... to fhe point it's not single attraction anymore I just wish him happiness (smh if only my parents knew...) also next post will be Toji's fic pt. 2! Y'all see the first part is almost reaching 100 kudos????? I'M SO HAPPY EHSODJWKDKSJD- thanks for all the new followers and the support!! <33

Ever since his fake death, Itadori has been training alone with the help of Gojo - and now, he works along a freshly new face, who belongs to a senior, founds out ex-salaryman named Nanami Kento. He's far a thousand times more strict than Gojo. Itadori doesn't really likes the change, because Nanami is a person he can't get along. This whole guy's appearance scream "work 4 life"; he has proved different, now he screams "work is shit - but I gotta do it because others won't".

They've just finished cleansing the outside of a movie theater off a few curses, when Itadori hears shouting from far behind them. Two figures approach, waving excessively. He quickly picks on Nanami's tired sigh beside him.

"Nanami! We figured out you'd be here! Our mission has been finished and we wanted to catch up to have lunch together!" A male clad in a full black outfit shouts, he has brown hair and a beanie on top of his head, looking quite content.

The other person simply trots next to him in silence, approaching with a friendly smile. They notice Itadori faster than the male, smile widening and quickly waving hello, suddenly eager to reach up to them. The gesture makes the pink haired boy perk up, curious to why the other person looked so joyful. His question is easily answered, when they tug on the man's sleeve and motion to him.

"Ino, we have a third buddy!" The dude looks at him with widened eyes. "So nice to meet you, I'm Y/N L/N! It's great to see new faces around!"

Itadori smiles at your energy, knowing already he would click with you very well.

"I'm Ino Takuma, sorry for not noticing you before! Your uniform looks cool." Itadori exchanges a few compliments with Ino, before the man turns to talk with Nanami, leaving him and you together.

"Yes! I'm Sukuna's vessel, Itadori Yuuji-desu! My type of woman is Jenn-"

You turn to him. "So, are you a first year?"

"Geh? Weren't you dead though?!"

"I was!- I am!- Please keep secret."

"Okay!"

"Ahem." Nanami coughs, drawing attention. "I requested you two to not come after me today. Itadori here is the reason why."

"That's no problem, we're very capable of keeping secrets." You threw your arm over Itadori's shoulder, him nodding along with you.

"Oh really, then remember to keep quiet about it. I'll let this slide." The group of students nervously at Nanami's intimidating tone. "But, I'll get to have my break alone."

"Gah!" Ino exclaimed, watching Nanami walk away; he also left the responsability of taking care of Itadori for you two, leaving without a word. "It really had to be today, when Nanami would take us to his favorite bakery..."

"Crybaby." You teased. "Itadori here can't go outside where anyone can see him, he's dead. So, we were to order food either way because he shouldn't be left out."

"Augh okay, it would be unfair."

"So, where are you staying Itadori?"

"At Gojo's state!"

"Whoa, I've never been there before." Ino commented, waiting as you sent a message to Ijichi to pick them up.

"He's my teacher, a very cool one!"

"I imagine! Ooookay, once we get there I'll get the food."

Itadori felt as his chest would burst of excitement, finally there was people around him again, he couldn't be less happy about it.

"Sharing is caring!"

Itadori laughed as you wrestled with Takuma for some fries, netflix long forgotten in the background, as watching the banter was way more entertaining. Most of the time, Ino rambled a lot about Nanami, while he rambled a lot about Gojo. The guy even showed him the cool scar under his beanie. He felt kinda upset after explaining the exchange was just temporary, his stay under Nanami's wing wasn't decisive, and therefore, he was more like a classmate than a partner.

Itadori also learned a lot about you. He was surprised to find out that you, although energetic, was the one to speak the lesser in conversations. His surprisement grew even bigger when you told him you're a exchange student from Kyoto, arriving Tokyo about the same month as him - thankfully, you were to say for good.

Conversations flowed easily in the air, until a voice from the doorway barged in.

"Yuuji-kun! Don't forget about your lessons! Hi kids! Bye kids!" Gojo said playfully, throwing the familiar punching bear to Itadori before leaving.

"What's this thing?" Ino asked.

"It's to help me control my cursed energy. So while I watch the movies, if I don't charge it with cursed energy it punches me square in the face. I thought I had mastered this thing already, but he insist I keep training with it." Itadori grumbles.

"At least it's cute." You commented, taking a sip of your drink.

"Until it punches you in your face without warning!" The pink haired boy barks.

The talks died down, the three of you eating quietly when another movie is played on the screen. Itadori didn't bother reading the title, it was a plain one about a zombie apocalypse that got him extremely bored, yet he kept watching still so the plushie didn't punch him in the face again; he's been keeping a record since all his last cursed energy training lessons were a sucess to this day. When his head started nodding and eyelids dropping Itadori can't remember well, about fourty five minutes of movie perhaps? Make it fifty, the second slumber took over his body completely.

When he awoke once again, it was near midnight, the clock on the wall told him so. He also noticed a soft and warm surface supporting his head, figures, it's your shoulder he's resting into, he feels an arm around his own shoulders and your cheek placed upon his hair.

"Hey, it's late." You immediately notices he's awake, calling out softly. "You should sleep on your room, or something, better to your spine."

He chuckles when you poke his side. "But I'm comfortable here."

"I'm surprised, you just met me today, and now is sleeping on my shoulder."

"I'm not, that happens often to me."

"Sleeping on people's shoulders?"

"No! Making friends quickly." Itadori likes your gentle warmth, your hug, everything makes him feel at home. "I met two more people before you for two weeks, but they can't see me, because I'm dead."

"So I'll keep you company, that's my new mission."

His eyes widen at that, a oh so little blush covering the tip of his ears.

"For how many time I slept anyway?" He asks.

"About two- no, three hours. You missed two movies, and this one is about to end."

"And you stayed here the whole time?" He motions to your shoulder.

"Yep. That reminds me I gotta pee."

Itadori grumbles, but quickly lifts himself off you, respecting your needs. That gives him some time to look around, he notices Ino is gone, and the plushie sits quietly at the other side of the couch, unmoving.

"Y/N! How did you manage to make it quiet down?" He's beyond bafflet.

"...que."

"What!"

"I said!" You arrive quickly at the doorframe, hands still wet from when you washed them. "I used my innate technique."

"Oh! How is it like?"

"It's kinda funny, gimme a moment." You left to wipe off your hands, coming back in a second. "So, just like Shoko, I produce reverse curse energy, but it's quite different than hers, I can't heal people. That's why we often call it positive energy instead. I can use it to soothe off negative energy, so the bear has no cursed energy right now."

"How does it works on people?" He felt very curious about everything, asking away like a kid.

"Since everyone has negative energy, it just makes you sleepy really. But when it comes to curses it's really practical, I can either weaken it or, if the curse is like grade three or four, I can slap them off existence completely by wiping all their energy." You were naturally proud of having a such versatile power, your own energy swirling with pride around you.

"That sounds amazing! Is it why I fell asleep though?"

"Nah, only if I did it on purpose. I guess you were just tired, hope you don't mind I decided to let you rest today."

"No way, it was a good nap."

You nodded. "By the way, Ino left to attend to a drinking party, he paid for our food."

"Drinking? Is he old?"

"Yeah, he's twenty." You chuckled, already expecting that kind of reaction.

"No way! He looks young just like us!"

"That's totally my reaction after I learned he's twenty!"

After that day, you started visiting Itadori weekly to daily, after exchanging numbers he made a little group with you and Ino, naming it the "Nanami trio". But really, he exchanges more texts with you in private, be them memes, cool images he wish to share, etcetera. Although, Ino wasn't left excluded, he ofter brough his xbox to connect to Itadori's tv room and you all would spend hours playing together; he just didn't spend much time with both of you as much. And that was okay.

For a few days, your connection with Itadori died down when he didn't reply to your texts. They would remain unread for some time, the longest being half a day, until he would spam apologies then move on with the topic. That became a routine until one day when you came over to check on Itadori unnanounced, needin to ease off your worries about the boy, only to find him sobbing in the middle of a hallway, staring ahead and beyond, his back to you.

"Ita-?"

"Egh!" Startled, he scrambled to wipe his eyes, turning to you. "H-hey, um, hi."

"What happened?"

"I- he-" His eyes didn't met yours, knuckles white in a death grip. You notice he has a few bandages thrown over his face and arms. The way his shoulders are drawn, as if he wants to shrink into himself is something you've experienced before.

"Something hard to talk about?"

He nods almost immediately, head still facing down.

"It's alright, come with me." You reach for his hands, grimacing slightly when his forceful grip is now on your hand, yet you don't comment on it. He follows you through the state wordlessly.

You two stop on the same tv room, sitting down on the couch. You then guide his head to your shoulder, gently massaging his scalp with the free hand.

"It's alright."

Those two words are chanted like a prayer for the next half hour, at some point, Itadori twisted his body towards yours and unknowingly caged you between him and the sofa arm. He embraced you with a force you didn't have in you, like he didn't want to lose one another. Painful or not, not a muscle moved on your body. He needed a shoulder to cry on.

Thirty minutes passed like seconds, you peered down only to find the boy confortably napping against your bosom; at some point you just became the cold side of the pillow to him. That's alright. It brings you joy to be the mom friend anyways. So you decided to join the sleepland aswell, arms still secured around his shoulders and the back of his head.

It feels like the nap hasn't been long, though, because you can feel Itadori's grip loosening and therefore, you're awake.

"Sorry if I broke any bones, in advance."

"Wow, and you only warn me now."

He laughs at your comeback, hands still secured around your waist.

"I'm surprised you let me uh, cuddle you for comfort - and sleep. I don't understand it? You just make me sleepy." He rambled, keeping eye contact with you while his head still rests on your chest.

"That's a piece of cake when you have younger siblings who seek for you every night they get a nightmare."

"Does that mean I can come to you again if I have a nightmare?" There it is, his togepi-kirby cutesy face.

"Are you four?"

"That's mean!" Itadori blushed, squeezing you on his arms. "I like the contact. It puts me at ease."

"Mm, do you want to talk about it?"

He gulped. "No, not really."

Your peach haired friend remained silent, and so did you. It seems he doesn't intend in letting you go soon, or he just really forgot to mention it. It gives them time to think, your younger sisted used to do that sometimes, back in Kyoto.

"Y/N, wanna watch anything?"

"Sure, have you watched Parasyte before?"

"No, let's give it a try then!" Itadori glances at the remote, then back at you - making you confused over his hesitation to move. He notices you noticed it, chuckling nervously. "To be honest, I don't wanna let go."

"It's hurting my back."

"SORRY I'M SORRY!" He jumped away from you like a cat would jolt away from a cucumber, making you snicker.

"It's okay, I just wanted to change positions."

And to tease you, but he didn't need to know that part.

He glared at you with a small pout, typing the initials of Parasyte on the search bar. Outside his line of vision, you were grinning like a idiot, his sweeteness took a tow on you. All the people of Tokyo you met really held a way different spirit from your classmates in Kyoto, Itadori being the nicest of all. It's surprising him being Sukuna's vessel to begin with; being honest, you felt drawn by it.

"Y/N, it's startiiiiing." He cut your daydreaming short, slumping on your side and propping his head on your shoulder.

"This again?" You throw an arm around his shoulders, very much like the first time he cuddled himself on you.

"Don't blame me, you're the one who wanted to change positions. Guess I'll just make some alterations since I'm awake this time!" One of his arms went behind your back and circled your waist, hand resting at your hip.

"It's definely different, since the other time you drooled on me."

"Hhgh, okay okay! Let me enjoy this." For perhaps the actual first time, you're able to watch without exchanging words with one another.

And this time, it's you who's head loll to the side, nose buried on his soft rose perfumed hair. Itadori doesn't comment on it yet, his free hand moves under your legs to lift your whole body up efortlessly when he senses you have fallen asleep.

"I remember you said it's bad for my spine, I wouldn't mind it... yours however."

The boy makes a beeline to the guest room, he sighs when there is no choice but open the door with his foot. Inside, he places you carefully in the soft bed.

Before he could leave, a hand reaches up for his sleeve.

"Itadori," He turned, looking at you. "Make me company?"

He giggles softly - you think it sounds like a highschool girl. "You should start calling me by my first name!" Itadori rambles as he climbs on the bed, arms wrapping around your waist in a motion you're familiar with.

"Yuuji, I'm tired, let me sleep."

"But I wanna talk more..." He pouts. "Also, are we, um, dating?"

You wriggle around, bringing his head down to peck on his forehead, teasing. "Correction, I want to date you."

"Uh, oh." A blush coats his face so quickly, you'd say someone dumped a bucket of red paint on his face.

"Is that a no?"

"No!"

"So it is a no."

"Christ, will you stop teasing for a second, I'm trying to talk here." He makes an angry version of his togepi-kirby face, you can't help but grin.

"You amuse me, but okay. I'll do it for you."

"Thanks." He blinks, the blush slowly fading away. "You know, I lied, not about the contact, I like the contact nonetheless-"

His hand moves to play with yours, such as tapping his tips against yours, or meassuring the palms.

"-it's you who brings me comfort."

It's also your turn to blush, that line was seriously charming.

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, we're dating now." You respond, a little eagerly. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

This is the best person I could ask for, Itadori thinks, keeping his eyes open as yours shut during the kiss, whom I won't change for anything else in this world.

When you both separate, Itadori feels drowsy and sleepy. His face fits perfectly on your shoulder as always.

"Goodnight, my favorite person."

#itadori yuuji x reader #itadori x reader #itadori yuuji fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

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thebadboyfanclub · 4 years ago

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The Dream Pt. 2 (Geralt x Reader)

So since a lot of you liked this so much I have decided to listen to the people and give y'all a part two. I hope I did it justice and please leave a note to tell me if you like it. Enjoy!

P.s I suggest you read this while listening "like real people do" by hozier

Part 1

It had been years since he last saw her, since he had felt her touch, since he heard her tantalizing laugh and gazed upon her glistering skin as she swam with her sisters. He had spend a week with her, sleeping next to her was the most peaceful slumber he ever had, waking up had never been easier when she was next to him, he would scoop her and cradle her in his arms knowing she was awake but allowing her to play the sleepy part cause it made it even better.

The worst part was when he had to leave her, she had slipped away in the middle of the night, when the sun came up she was hidden away from him with her sisters, he had called her name multiple times but she remained unseen. She had heard him, she could see him standing there waiting patiently for her to come out but chose not to, what good could that do? She would only hurt even more if she got to hug him goodbye, no it was better this way.

Jaskier had written and performed many songs about her as him and geralt travelled, as much as Geralt was hurting to listen and be reminded of those times he was also thankful of them, time has passed but the dreams and memories were still vivid. While Jaskier slept Geralt would hold the crystal she had given him, remembering how happy she was that he liked it, he kept it tucked away in his armor to bring him luck

"I think it will be best if we stopped at the next village"

"We have to go at the castle in two days, suck it up"

Geralt responded as Jaskier huffed. He had been extra irritated today, something was not quite right, he woke up heavy hearted which was a rare occasion for Geralt yet he chose to keep it a secret, he didn't need Jaskiers blabbering about Geralt being sensitive or whatever the barb had to say.

"Does this forest look familiar?"

"You're stalling"

"I'm being serious, are we making circles?"

Then he heard it, the laugh, her laugh. Geralt immediately made Roach stop as he froze, his eyes shot wide open. How could he have missed it? It's her forest, her lake, he was so in his head that he didn't realize he had to pass by her river.

"Ohhh this is marvelous! Come on Geralt let's go see your nymph."

Jaskier didn't even turn to look at Geralt who was ready to protest, he was already running towards the river.

(Y/n) was about to hide as she caught a glimpse of the eager visitor. She smiled brightly as she swam in a fast pace to reach him.

"JASKIER! WHAT A SURPRISE!"

she got out of the river and wrapped Jaskier in a tight hug. She squealed as Jaskier lifted of the ground for a split second, as she was let go of his welcoming embrace Jaskier span her around to take a look at her.

"My goodness you look exactly the same dear"

"Perk of being a magical creature, you however look so much better, you look like a man"

She was genuinely happy to see him. Over the span of that week Jaskier and (y/n) had developed a sibling type of love, his childlike outlook on life was so colorful and hopeful that you just wanted to be around him.

"Thank you, I'll take it as a compliment"

"Where is he?"

She asked him. Jaskier smile became a bit more mischievous, of course he understood her but it was so beautiful to observe their love. Jaskier could swear that his brood friend became a different person when she was around.

"Up the hill, you should go find him, he was extra grumpy today"

"Sisters! Jaskier is back!"

Jaskier wasted no time and left his belongings on the ground as he ran towards the water. She was perplexed over the fact of why didn't he follow Jaskier, why was he still over the hill. Still, her legs acted on their own as she walked away from the river and closer to him. As she got closer her heart beat grew stronger and it was almost painful, she could hear Roach step and his armor clicking. Finally there he was, his back facing her as he tied his horse to the tree.

"Geralt"

Her voice was barely audible, but of course he heard it. He had heard the encounter between his friend and (y/n) and her light steps as she came to him. For some unknown reason he was scared to face her, even shameful if you will.

He slowly turned to look at her, her cloth that was barely covering anything stuck to her, her hair was wet and her skin under the sun made the drops of water look like diamonds sliding of her silk like skin. He felt a wave of happiness as his eyes met hers, her surprising enchanting gaze put him under her spell that he never wanted to break out of.

They remained like this for a few moments, Geralt instinctively ran to her and lifted her off the ground as he hugged her, his face went to her neck as he took in a deep breath and her smell took over his senses.

"I missed you so much"

She said as tears of joy ran down her face, she closed her eyes as she enjoyed the feel of his armor against her after all this time. Geralt kept her in his arms for a bit after he lightly let her down, her hands went to his cheeks almost immediately, tears still running down hers as she tried to take in his features. Geralts hands remained on her face as they both tried to find the right words to say.

"You-you… I"

"I know. I'm sorry"

She didn't even have to finish her sentence. He understood exactly why she remained hidden back then, he also knew how much pain his departure had caused her. He took her hand in his as she kissed her palm again and again as she smiled and laughed while still crying.

"Don't cry, I'm here"

He whispered to her in such a soft way that you would think Geralt was possessed. He wiped away her tears as they both laughed together, it was a laugh of relief, their hearts finally felt that weight of being apart being lifted and they could breathe freely once again. She was the one to reach out and kiss him in the lips, the kiss showed intimacy, love, eagerness, true passion as the one craved the other so much. Geralt lifted her once again as she laughed in the kiss, to him she was as light as a feather.

"You look beautiful"

"I missed those eyes"

She replied back. So many nights she had jumped out of slumber because she would dream of his eyes, the dreams felt so real that once she was awake she would start crying over the fact that it wasn't real, that those eyes were only in her memory. Now here he was, Geralt in the flesh as she hugged and kissed her all over the face while her melodic laugh filled his ears. To him her laugh was better than any ballad Jaskier or any other barb had sang.

"My dream"

He said as they both took a breath after their kiss, their foreheads touching while she was still hovering over the earth. They were a sight for sore eyes, as they both got lost in each other's eyes and nothing else mattered to them. It was exactly what the poets and writers tried to put to words, yet no one did it justice.

"I want to come with you"

"I want to stay with you"

They said ok unison. Once again laughter was heard as they understood how much alike yet different they were, yet they wanted to sacrifice their life, to leave behind all they knew for the sake of love, they were ready to surrender themselves into this strong feeling and just live together for as long as this world aloud them.

"I shouldn't have left"

"I shouldn't have allowed you to"

She replied. Geralt gave her a kiss on her forehead and let her down once again, still taking in her presence. She smiled at him while she intertwined her fingers with his, silence took over but their eyes said everything, they had reach euphoria in the arms of the other. Their missing half was finally home.

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coeurdastronaute · 4 years ago

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HSAU: College Part 1

Previously on HSAU

Morning started the same, every day, rain or shine. Four thirty in the morning, the alarm beeped in the small attic room, and under one section of angled roof, where a pile of blankets slumbered, an arm would appear and slap around until the offending noise stopped. It was precise and methodical and never changed, six days a week.

Lexa ran her hands over her face after pushing off the blankets, but stayed in bed just a few seconds longer, orienting herself. Though it was still summer, the sky hadn’t brightened just yet, and the night was disinterested in ending anytime soon. When she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, she stretched and cracked her joints and yawned before grabbing an old shirt to throw over her sports bra and slipping on a pair of shorts. The fan in her window hummed along while the crickets outside groaned in the heat. Outside, the neighborhood she grew up in was quiet and still. A dog barked and calmed itself. No cars moved at all. Every picket fence and yard with signs and flags slumbered before dawn came, and Lexa was the first among the living. July was awake before the dawn as well. It shook off the night from its coat and stretched forward and backward before loping into the streets, covering every surface with a few inches of thick heat. Without the sun, the heat rose up straight from the ground itself, radiating out into the world. Lexa paused halfway through her run and tied her shoe as the light changed for no cars at all. As she stood she dried her forehead on her shoulder and started off again. Her run got insanely longer with the new summer route that took her out towards her uncle’s garage. For no reason at all. “Where’s Bear?” “I let him sleep in,” Lexa smiled before distracting herself with wiping the sweat from her face with her old shirt. “I ran here though, so that’s impressive.” “Yeah, I mean... no Bear though,” Clarke shrugged and hustled about the café, preparing for the opening. It took just a second, but somewhere between flipping the sign on the door and moving to make the second round of coffee, Lexa grabbed her girlfriend’s arm and tugged her back, kissing her like she had been waiting to do since she started her run. “Your mom still at that conference?” “Until Thursday.” “Want me to help you pack?” “Why don’t you let me actually pack and then come over to watch a movie or something,” Clarke chuckled and pushed at her girlfriend’s chest. “I am a great helper.” “No you’re not,” she smiled and ran her hand up Lexa’s neck, pushing her body closer as she found herself stuck between the counter and her quarterback. “I could barely walk after the last time you came over to help.” The words made her shiver, but Lexa grinned as she swallowed and ran her hands over Clarke’s hips. “But you were way more relaxed.” “I can’t wait until practice starts again. You need to work off all that energy somewhere else.” “How about another training session tonight?” The puppy dog eyes were in full effect, distracting her from everything else. The jingling of the bell at the door made them pull apart. Lexa smiled politely, clearing her throat as her girlfriend adjusted her apron. Just a few more days, and they would be gone, away from the safety of their little town. The entire summer had been spent avoiding thinking about it too much, had been spent disappearing to float down the river, to watch movies much too late in Lexa’s room until her mother would come home late from work and politely remind them of the hour, to drop Aden off at his science camp and disappear together to the mountains and spend the day hiking, which inevitably ended with lounging in the shade atop the hill. Lexa took her seat, at her table, and waited until Clarke finished with the first few customers of the morning. Miraculously, without even having to order, a water appeared, with a big bowl of oatmeal and fruit. Just like nearly a year ago, the quarterback sat there and studied plays as the morning rush came and went. Most of her time was spent watching the girl with blonde hair and cheeks that had that damn smile. For the life of her, Lexa couldn’t figure out how she was going to find the motivation to run when she moved to New Haven. XXXXXXXXX

The evening was growing long in the tooth, but neither party could be bothered to let it end without a fight. And even though a mother made her presence known from time to time, it didn’t deter the two sweethearts in the attic hideaway. Nothing really could, with the late-July heat settling on the roof, angry and annoyed.

“I don’t think I’ve seen your room this clean ever before,” Clarke observed as she hunkered down on the bed while Lexa finished packing and straightening up. “It wasn’t ever dirty, it just feels… I don’t know. Less lived in.”

“I wasn’t going to leave a mess for my mom.”

“I know. I just don’t like any of it.”

“You’ll be doing the same thing in like six weeks.”

“Oh no. I’m definitely leaving a mess for my mom.”

Lexa chuckled and zipped up another duffle bag before tossing it on the pile. She gave her room a finally glance and felt a twinge of sadness in the base of her heart, a tiny little tug on her body that felt like she was already gone. She fell into her bed beside her girlfriend and smiled when a hand pushed hair away from her face.

“You’re going to go across the country tomorrow,” Clarke whispered. “And I will miss you. But you are going to do something spectacular.”

The quarterback slid her hand around Clarke’s hip, her thumb touching the warm skin there. She liked the feeling of her, and she wanted to remember it.

“I’ll miss you badly.”

“Obviously. I’m incredibly missable.”

Lexa smiled as Clarke held it there and kissed her eagerly, without holding anything back, to try to say what she couldn’t. Hands gripped on her hips and she pushed forward toward Lexa. Hands moved to her neck and she dug her hands into her girlfriend’s hair.

“I’ll come see you when you move in,” Lexa promised. “Just a three hour train ride and I can be there.”

“And you’ll work very hard earning that starting spot this summer. No distractions. And if you get a chance,” Clarke grinned and slide her hand up her girlfriend’s stomach. “To get in shape.”

“You oogling me is really good motivation.”

“I don’t oogle,” Clarke shook her head as lips moved to her neck. She felt Lexa settle atop her and closed her eyes, pulling her closer, always closer. “I appreciate.”

“You’ll have a good summer, right? Not miss me too much.”

“I’ll miss you plenty, but I’ll try.”

“Will you, um,” Lexa pulled away slightly, her lips a little puffier, her eyes a little more dilated, her hands touching skin and aching for more. “Would you do me a favor?”

“Your mom is still making dinner. We have like an hour before dinner. I plan on doing a few favors for you.”

“No, no, not that,” she shook her head. “Well. Kind of that. But I just… I want you to have a good time this summer, and not think about me. But while you’re doing that, could you watch out for Aden? He gets… he gets quiet sometimes. And my mom. She works too hard. I don’t want to leave them.”

Her eyes were a little glassy with the confession and Clarke pressed her hand to her chest and nodded with a smile before kissing her softly.

“I’ll keep an eye on them.”

“You have no idea how good that is to hear.”

“I can imagine.”

“Any favors I can do for you?” Lexa ventured with a smile.

“One or two.”

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It wasn’t easy for the first week, but Clarke kept telling herself that if she could make it one week, then she could do it, without a doubt. As hard as it was, she clawed her way through the first seven days without Lexa almost intact and only cried a handful to a dozen times.

They survived with FaceTime and texts and calls. She got to see a lot of Lexa’s new world with tons of pictures and a lot of eager explanations, and Clarke made sure to keep plans with friends, electing to fake it and hopefully find some moments of happiness. And she did, swimming with friends, parties by the river, working at the café. It was all doable when she didn’t take any time to think about it.

And every night when she talked with her girlfriend on the phone, Clarke had something to tell her that she did that day to keep herself busy. And she got to hear about how crazy training was, and how awesome the team was, and how exciting being on her own seemed to be. Clarke could handle listening to Lexa talk for hours.

But there was something she needed to do, and she waited until the first milestone of a week to muster up the courage to do it.

“Clarke, honey, it is so good to see you,” Gabby opened the door and smiled, wiping her hands in the towel on her shoulder before hugging the girl at her door tightly.

“It’s good to see you, too,” Clarke sighed, melting into the motherly embrace.

“I hope you’re hungry. I made chicken.”

“Is it cooked?”

“Ha ha. Very funny,” she rolled her eyes, grinning as she ushered her guest inside.

The house smelled warm and delicious, and somehow felt a little different without Lexa’s bag of gear by the door and her cleats clogging up the entryway. The noises were still the same, some music playing over the small radio on the kitchen counter and Aden’s music thumping overhead, but there wasn’t a happy girl about to lope down the steps at the sound of the door and kiss the guest, and everyone knew it.

“How have you been? How’s summer so far?” Gabby asked as Clarke followed toward the kitchen.

“Not too bad. Normal stuff. Working and preparing to leave.”

“Ah, to be young and with the summer ahead,” she wistfully sighed before taking the chicken out of the oven.

Her phone rang, and Clarke saw the familiar pep in her step to answer it after she looked at the clock, familiar with the schedule Lexa liked to keep.

“Hey, kid. How are you?” she smiled at her phone as her daughter’s face popped on the screen. “Your timing is great. Look who just showed up for dinner.”

Clarke waved at her girlfriend from the counter earning a huge smile.

“Make sure the chicken is cooked,” Lexa offered.

“Way ahead of you.”

“How was practice today? You still sore in the shoulder?”

“It was great. I got some time in on the first line and had a really good film session. I just got back from dinner with a bunch of the guys. It was Shawn’s birthday, so we went to get a bite at this awesome Chinese place I can’t wait to show you both.”

“And you’re back in the dorm by nine?”

“A couple of the other guys went to grab drinks, but I’ve honestly never been more tired in my entire life, and we have a five call time tomorrow for conditioning.”

“Okay, honey, well thanks for calling me. You should sleep.”

“I will. Clarke, wake me up later so you can tell me all about dinner and your day?”

“We’ll see,” she shrugged and smiled.

“I’ll be half asleep but I’m extra cute when I’m half-asleep.”

“It’s true,” Gabby nodded. “She’s impossible to tolerate when she’s awake.”

“Very funny,” Lexa rolled her eyes. “I love you guys. Have a good dinner. I’m sorry I missed it.”

“Get some sleep,” they both ordered.

It was a good dinner. Clarke enjoyed her time with Lexa’s family as she always did, and she felt a little better that Lexa gave her something to do. Maybe it was a win-win all along, that Lexa got to make sure her family was watched, and Clarke would have something to do. She wasn’t sure she could give Lexa all the credit for the plan, just that she was glad it worked out that way.

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It had been a long two months. Clarke felt every second of it, she thought, despite how busy she was preparing to move across the country. There was still work, and there was still time with friends, still the summer shenanigans she’d come to love, still time with everyone else who was going their own ways as well.

It took forever and it went on in a blink. But by the time she got off the plane and picked up her luggage, she realized she didn’t particularly miss home at all. As she stood on the curb and waited for an Uber, she wasn’t as daunted by the idea of change as she had expected, but rather eager to embrace it all.

“Excuse me, ma’am, you’re going to have to move along--”

Dumbfounded, Clarke stared at her girlfriend, who seemed to have somehow gotten taller and prettier in their time apart, standing next to an old truck. Clad in a backward blue ball cap and a torn up workout shirt that looked as if it was still dirty from a morning practice.

“What are you--?” Clarke began to ask before smiling too much and launching herself into her quarterback’s arms.

It felt good, to feel Lexa’s arms around her waist, to smell the sun on her neck, to fit so snuggly there. Clarke squeezed with all of her might, kissing what she could smooshed there, with Lexa’s arms returning it, a laugh in her throat strangled from escaping.

Somehow Clarke realized her legs wrapped around Lexa and she was essentially a koala, latched there. She didn’t care. She kissed her girlfriend, ignoring the honks of the cars and the swirling police that wanted to usher everyone along. She somehow became the person who missed another persons lips. It was infuriating.

“How did you know?”

“My mom told me about your flight,” Lexa shrugged. “I borrowed a truck from one of the guys on the line. They think you’re hot.”

“Well, that’s… sweet, I guess.”

“I couldn’t wait to see you. Even if it’s just for a little bit.”

“You’re getting soft on me, Woods.”

“Yeah,” she grinned, squeezing again. “I don’t care. I knew no one would be here to take you to school.”

“I was just going to uber or taxi.”

“I’m going to be the person who takes you where you need to go, even if you don’t ask or expect it, and not in as creepy a way as that sounds--”

She was silenced with another kiss as Clarke struggled to hide her smile.

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eveningstar1516 · 3 years ago

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Rise of the Demon King ~ Chapter 4

Rise of the Demon King

Fic: Multi Chapter Paring: MC x Everyone (Mostly Lucifer) Type: Angst with a Happy Ending Total Word Count: 26,758 TW: Major Character Death, Reader gets stabbed with a sword through their chest so…, Abusive Parents, Past Child Abuse, Demon Hunters, Loss of Control Summary: You’ve done it. You’ve finally done it. You’ve managed to anger the demon king. Now you hold your head high as he hands down your sentence.

AO3 Portal: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27065362

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

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Previously:

Not wanting to stay in my head any longer, I drift off into a dreamless slumber awaiting the day that will ultimately decide not only my fate, but the fate of the demons I’ve grown to call, family.

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CHAPTER 4 - I want you to be the one... (1842 words)

Snapping my eyes awake I shivered against the air as a bucket of ice cold water was thrown into my face.

“Get up human!”

A guard then roughly pulled me up by the shoulder twisting my arms behind my back and locking them together while unlocking the chain on my ankle. Pushing me out of my cell and half escorting me half dragging me out of the dungeon and to where my trial was supposed to take place all before I could even register that I woke up. As we were walking toward what I assumed was the very same courtyard where we welcomed the king not 24 hours ago, I started hearing lots of yelling. Straining to hear, I realized that it was the brothers arguing amongst each other about what they should do and Diavolo attempting to calm them down, sounding conflicted himself. Upon entering the courtyard I locked eyes with the brothers as they fell silent in shock upon seeing me bound in chains as I was escorted on stage where the king was waiting with Diavolo and the brothers.

*Flashback*

After I passed out.

“Father! What did you do to them?!”

“I am humouring you my son. They are being held under the palace and I am forbidding any one of you from making contact with them.”

“My Liege, I implore you to please reconsider your judgment. They are unaware of how the politics work here and they simply misspoke. I assure you they don’t mean you any harm.” Lucifer lowered his head pleading to the king to reconsider his choice.

“Lucifer is right! They mean the world to us and they can’t possibly do anything to you or the Devildom!” Mammon joined in. The brothers then each said their piece about you.

“You all disgust me, pleading for a human's life. You are my highest ranking demons. Show some dignity!”

“With all due respect my king, that human you are referring to is the one that bettered your kingdom and has achieved far more than any human, demon, or angel could hope to accomplish in the span of just 1 year. They have brought us all together and mended ties we didn’t even know were broken. Y/N is a human I would give up my Pride for-”

“My Greed for-”

“My Envy for-”

“My Wrath for-”

“My Lust for-”

“My Gluttony for-”

“My Sloth for-”

“My title for-”

“My powers for-”

“Y/N is a one of a kind human. They have found their way into our lives and there is nothing you can do to take that away from us my Liege.”

“That was quite the speech Pride, although that doesn’t change my opinion about them. If anything, it just makes my decision all the more ironclad. But I will humour you all. Seeing as how you’re all willing to give up the very thing that makes you, you for the human, a public trial will be held. Their fate shall be decided there. Until then, I forbid any contact between them, through their pact, dreams, or any interference with the timeline. Am I understood?”

“Yes, my Liege” they all responded simultaneously as the king left the room.

*Later in the east sitting room with Lucifer, Barbatos and Diavolo*

“What are we going to do Dia?” Lucifer exclaimed as he did something he has never done while sober and flopped onto a couch opposite of Diavolo as Barbatos sat into a seat in between them.

Holding his head Diavolo responded.

“I don’t know Luci. I just don’t know. As the crown prince I can’t go against my Father and as my right hand neither can you, but things are different with them involved. I just don’t know.”

Sighing, Diavolo laid down on the couch no longer giving a care about anything, just thinking about different possibilities.

“Barb-?”

“No can do my lord. The king forbade me from using my powers. Even if you were to command me, I don’t have access to them for the time being.”

“Do me a favour Barb and drop the title for now? Please? I need my friends, not my subordinates.”

“Alright, Diavolo. Let me say this then. You both know that no matter what happens tomorrow, Y/N will be banished from the Devildom. We all know that the king isn’t above making us suffer just to prove a point. How are we going to support Y/N and stop them from harming themselves should they be banished to the human realm?”

“Jeez Barb! That isn’t what we need right now! I don’t want to think about that.” Lucifer added the last part with a whisper.

“My brothers are going to be absolutely devastated. Y/N kept them all together, it’s going to be really difficult keeping everyone together with them gone.” “Adding to the list of problems, now that my Father is back, we 3 now serve him. I don’t get to dictate anything until he crowns me, not like before. We will all be swamped with more work as Father will more than likely try to “fix” my improvements to the Devildom.”

The three sat in silence, lost in their minds, endless possibilities and scenarios floating around in their heads. Eventually, Lucifer excused himself under the guise of some unfinished paperwork and returned back to the House of Lamentation.

“Barb?”

“Yes?”

“What have we done?”

“I don’t know my friend. I don’t know.”

*End Flashback*

Walking up the steps towards the stage, I held my head high making eye contact with no one other than my demons as I kept my expression as comforting as possible for them. Poor Asmo and Mammon looked like a dam threatening to burst. Beel wasn’t faring any better holding on to Belphie for comfort. Levi squeezed Mammon's hand discreetly. Satan gave a sad smile. Lucifer stood by Diavolo’s side, each giving you the smallest hint of a smile while Barbatos stood behind Diavolo's left looking like he always did, but after spending so much time with him, you noticed the small sign of sympathy in his eyes. Making my way center stage I was pushed onto my knees in front of the king. I raised my head up high making direct eye contact in defiance. The king then addressed the crowd which I noticed is filled with not only Demons and Sorcerers of different powers but many demons I knew from RAD and called my friends. They looked solemn as I realized that I made an impact on more than just the brothers.

“Denizens of Devildom! Here is a human who has upset the balance of the Devildom…”

I drowned out the rest of his speech not focusing on anything except for my family up on stage. Ignoring the ringing in my head, I reached out with my pacts just enough for them to feel it. I sent them some of my favourite memories over the years and wished Satan a happy birthday before the king declared my sentence. Holding my head high, I locked my gaze onto him.

“The human known as Y/N is hereby banished from the 3 realms, their soul to be returned to oblivion!”

Smirking he turned to face me. Smiling, showing off his fangs he asked,

“I believe that is a suitable sentence, don't you Y/N?”

I ignored him and turned to the demons on stage. I watched as Beel grabbed onto Belphie harder as tears came to both of their eyes. I saw the dam break in both Mammon and Asmo as Levi and Satan both battled their own tears to try and comfort them. I watched as Lu’s face paled and Diavolo squeezed his friend's shoulder a little tighter to try and ground him. Barbatos looked more solemn as his eyes started to water ever so slightly. The king then summoned a sword, turning towards the brothers, then walked until he stood directly in front of Lucifer and Diavolo. Letting go of his friend's shoulder, both Diavolo and Lucifer bowed their heads towards their king. He then shifted to face Lucifer and held out the sword towards him. A look of shock crossed over the brothers' faces as Lucifer looked up to his king in confusion hoping this didn’t mean what he thought it meant as he slowly accepted the sword.

“Lucifer, Cardinal Sin of Pride. You will be the one to deliver the blow.”

The colour fully drained from his face as the king stepped to the side to allow Lucifer to step up. Slowly with a trembling breath, Lucifer approached you with pleading eyes silently praying that this was some sick nightmare. His brothers looked on in horror, shock freezing them in place. Stopping in front of you, he took one look at you, turned to the king and lowered the sword.

“No… I won’t.”

“Pardon me?”

“I said NO! I will not kill Y/N!”

“Yes, you will.”

The king's eyes started glowing as an aura surrounded Lucifer. His brothers broke out of their trance and tried to reach towards you to hold back their brother from killing you against their wishes. Diavolo and Barbatos stood in shock as the scene unfolded.

“Hear me, denizens of the darkness.” Everyone onstage immediately stopped in their tracks and looked my way.

“Hear me denizens of the darkness. You who are born of shadow and you who give birth to it.” Upon starting the incantation, a magic circle appeared beneath me and Lucifer; my shackles started glowing. An intense pain shot through my skull. Pushing past the pain I continued.

“HEAR ME AND DO AS I COMMAND!” The shackles around my wrists broke under my power and I stood up facing the brothers. The king tried to move towards me but the circle by my feet prevented him from getting close.

“I Y/N order the 7 sins not to interfere with this trial. You are not to make a move against the king after the completion of the trial. You 7 are to remain loyal to Lord Diavolo and continue serving him as his word now outranks the kings!” Ignoring the pleading looks on the brothers' faces, I turned to Lucifer.

“Lucifer, Avatar of the Cardinal Sin of Pride, you are to follow through with your king's command and execute me as is due with your sword. You are to remain loyal to Lord Diavolo above the crown. You are to continue watching over your brothers and are not allowed to fight me on this decision.” Cupping Lucifer's cheek I whispered into his ear, “I want you to be the one Lu.” Stepping back I finished my order. “Now kill me!” Kneeling before Lucifer I looked up with a smile on my face watching as unshed tears began pooling in his eyes as he summoned his sword.

“LUCIFER! NO!”

“LUCIFER! PLEASE NO!”

“Y/N!”

Lucifer looked into my eyes muttering something in angelic before whispering, “I’m sorry…”

With tears burning his eyes he buried the sword deep into my heart.

“Thank you”

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kim-ruzek · 3 years ago

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family we chose

Summary: spec fic for season nine bc that photo of paddy with painted nails Sent me. (Ft. Dad!am and cuteness)

Warnings: Cute adorableness and the possiblity you may die from how fluffy it is.

Word Count: 3.6k (lol can you believe I thought this would be 1-2k?)

Read on AO3

Notes: Paddy + painted nails + Theories = me going fucking crazy with feels.

“Adam, are you done yet?” Makayla calls to him, her voice a whine. Six year olds are not known for their patience, and Makayla is no different.

“Almost,” Adam replies as he finishes up putting away the freshly washed plates from their dinner. Makayla is old enough that she can play, happily and contently, by herself without his participation but during dinner she had asked him if they can play princesses and who was he to say no?

Especially when it helps distract her from the awkward questions she’s asking about Kim, and the clear anxiety and worry which is clearly plaguing the girl, the missing presence of her adoptive mother hanging over them both like a dark cloud.

It’s day two of Kim being in the hospital—day three, if he was to count the night Kevin and Jay found her. She had been in surgery for hours, and it had killed Adam to have to stay away, to not he at the hospital, but Kevin stayed on the phone with him and he was grateful for that.

And it was easier knowing that he was doing what Kim would want, that he was looking after her little girl, helping to preserve some normality in Makayla’s life.

When he had looked after her that night, he had just told her that Kim was busy at work, and he could see that Makayla had sensed that wasn’t just it, but for the most part she believed him. The next day was more difficult, however.

They knew that Kim is going to be okay. She has quite the recovery ahead of her, and she’s nowhere near ready to leave the hospital—she hasn’t even stayed awake for more than five minutes, and even that might be too generous. And so Adam had the task of telling Makayla this.

In his years as a cop, he’s had to do a lot of notifications and telling people that their loved ones are in the hospital but it never gets easier, and none of it could prepare him for having to tell Kim’s six year old.

It had gone better than Adam had thought, with him discovering that he’s a little better at this whole thing than he assumed he’d be. But Makayla’s worries and fears was clear; Adam having to reassure her that Kim will be coming home, and that in a few days, she’ll be able to see her.

“And,” Adam had told her with a smile, hoping to distract her. “Until then, we can have lots and lots of fun together.”

His goofy smile and his light hearted voice seemed to reassure her, as she had smiled at him them, an adorable toothy grin that somehow—even though it makes no sense to as why—reminded him of Kim.

Makayla had asked him if they could make Kim a card, to which he obviously said yes, and they had a fun evening with card, paint and glitter and Adam thought that maybe he’ll actually be able to do this. She did, however, when night came ask if she could sleep in his—Kim’s—bed and, although it sent him briefly into a panic, he immediately said yes, wanting to be able to report to Kim that he did everything right.

“Adam!” Makayla calls impatiently again and Adam laughs, shaking his head slightly.

“I’m coming,” he says, walking to her and taking a seat beside her. His bones complains about how low to the ground he has to be, but Makayla’s bright smile makes it worth it.

“Okay then, lil darlin’, how do we play princesses?” He asks her and her smile widens at her new moniker he’s given her. He called it her yesterday, right after yet another thought that Kim and her may not be blood related, or even known each other for long, but there’s already so many similarities between the two came to him.

“I’m not that small, Adam! I’m third tallest in my class!” Makayla had initially protested to the lil part of name.

“I know you’re not that small,” He had agreed, even though to him, she is, obviously. “But you’re lil darlin’ because you’re Kim’s daughter and Kim is darlin’.”

He had then momentarily freaked out, because he’s not sure how she feels about being called Kim’s daughter, and because he was scared that she’d think he was forgetting all about her mother, the one who raised her for six years.

But Makayla didn’t seem to mind, in fact, she seemed to beam wider at it. She made it clear that she liked Kim and her having matching monikers, and that she’s Kim’s junior—and thankfully, she didn’t ask why Kim is darlin’, as Adam had no idea how to answer that.

Makayla, now, in response to his question, jumps up and runs to her bedroom. She’s back shortly after, with a box filled with princess outfits, and bright materials, like a fluffy neon boa scarf.

“Here!” she places the box down, smiling proudly. Adam eagerly returns the smile, before fishing out a tutu out of it. He holds it up, grinning goofily at her.

“Somehow I think this won’t fit me.” He jokes and Makayla giggles.

“Of course it won’t, silly. You can use some of Kim’s clothes!” Makayla tells him.

Makayla quickly chooses what clothes she—and he—is going to wear, wrapping the neon boa scarf around his neck proudly. And then she’s going back to her bedroom, coming out with a smaller, more delicate box.

“First, we need to put on this!” She exclaims, opening the box to reveal kid makeup, nail polish and some stickers. Adam raises his eyebrow.

“Kim says we have to put it on before the clothes, so we don’t get the nail vanish on it.” Adam thinks she means varnish, her mistake making his heart constrict at the adorableness. Makayla then grabs this sheet, putting it over the rug.

“And we need to make sure we don’t mess the carpet,”

With that done, Adam peers into the box. “Okay, what colour do you want to paint my nails?”

It’s not a sentence Adam ever thought he’d say, not at this time anyway, but he doesn’t mind. Not even when Makayla’s eyes fill up with glee and mischief as she happily exclaims;

“All of them!”

Adam isn’t one who takes much photos, especially as he got older and more serious, and had less things in his life he wanted to document. But he takes lots after him and Makayla dress up, wanting to have a record of this for when Kim is properly awake.

And, if he’s honest, for himself, as—despite the love of his life being in hospital in the ICU—this is the happiest he’s been in a while. He snaps photos of not only Makayla, but himself, capturing his made up face, the tiara on his head and his multi-coloured nails.

Makayla is at school the next day, and Adam is in Kim’s hospital room. He’s showered and washed off his face, and in his clothes, obviously, but his nails are still painted. Makayla seemed to be really happy at him letting her paint his nails—saying offhandedly that her uncle never used to let her paint his nails—so he kept them. That, and because he couldn’t find the remover for it, of course.

“Hey, Kim.” Adam says softly. Kim’s not awake, still sleeping and if it wasn’t for the bruise on her face, the hospital gown, and all the wires surrounding her, Adam would think she looks so peaceful, like she’s just slumbering in her bed at home.

She’s off the ventilator, now, and Adam thinks that he’ll be able to take Makayla in to see her tomorrow, even if she’s not awake when he does, because she doesn’t seem as scary, as hit and miss and near death.

He’ll never be able to get the image of her lying attached to the ventilator, the day after they found her. Adam had dropped Makayla off at school and headed straight to the hospital. Kevin had met him outside, and warned him it wasn’t pretty, and he thought he was prepared—but nothing could ever prepare him for that.

Adam sits down next to her bed, now, lightly holding her hand in his. He’s immediately brought back to all those years ago, to when she was shot the first time, and she was in the hospital. He feels just as sick as he did then, feeling as if half of his heart is gone.

He can’t help thinking how this is the reverse of then, too. Back then, he had to hide how he felt from everyone, the only one who knew was Kim. And now, now he doesn’t have to hide it, everyone in his unit knows just how much he loves her, but Kim doesn’t—or rather, perhaps, can’t see it, for whatever reason.

He’s caught up in this thought that he doesn’t notice her stirring, her eyes opening. He only realises she’s awake when she squeezes his hand—weakly, still not strong—and his eyes look up from the spot they’ve been staring at and to her face.

Kim’s eyes are only half open, heavy lidded, but she’s awake and she’s looking at him. Currently, the only people who has gotten to see Kim, awake, is the doctor, the nurse and Kevin and Trudy. Adam knows he’s needed by Makayla, but he can’t help but feel envy, jealousy, that others got to have her see them and he hasn’t.

But now she’s awake, and she’s looking at him. There’s a smile dancing on her lips, soft and gentle but so, so Kim. His mind can’t help but go back to that first time she was shot again, and about the smile she gave him then, when she realised he was there, with her.

“Adam,” Her voice is barely there, dry and hoarse, coming out a little more than a whisper. But his heart skips a beat at hearing her say his name, and he knows he should calm himself, because Kim has made it clear that dating isn’t on the table—even if he thinks her reasons are nonsense—but he can’t because he loves her, because he nearly lost her, because he’s spent the last few days looking after her daughter and wishing she was his as well, because she’s awake and she’s looking at him and she’s saying his name.

“Hey, Kim.” He says again, managing to catch himself just in time before he accidentally slipped out a darlin’ instead. Her eyes glance down before glancing back up, her smile widening.

“I like the nails.” Her smile is playful, teasing and even though her voice is still dry, he can hear the amusement in it. Adam looks down at his hands, still around hers, and he feels oddly exposed, that it’s apparent just how desperate he is for them to be a family.

“Makayla and I played princesses.” He tells her, proudly, shrugging off any feelings of desperation and insecurity. He then pulls back from her hands, reaching into his pocket for his phone.

“I took photos—if you want to see?” He offers, watching as Kim’s eyes light up. She instantly tries to move, to adjust herself so she’s sitting up more and he immediately stops her, jumping to help her instead.

Kim shifts over, encouraging him to sit down on the bed so that she can see the photos with ease. She’s been in the hospital for days, and the sterile smell clings to her, but he can still smell her, the essence that’s just Kim as she rests against him. He tries to calm his beating heart, but that’s impossible whenever Kim is around him, whenever she is on him.

Especially right now. When all he can think about is how much he loves her, and how domestic this all feels, showing her photos of her daughter, the daughter Adam’s been looking after.

Adam is showing her the photos, getting near the end of the mass he took, when he realises she’s stopped cooing. He thinks she must’ve fallen back asleep—understandable, depending everything her body has been through—but when he looks down at her, she’s still awake.

She’s not looking at the photos, but at him. There’s a softness, affection, in her expression and Adam doesn’t quite know how to read it.

“I love you.” She says then, her voice the clearest it’s been. He blinks, stunned, not expecting that to come out of her mouth.

“Kim—” He goes to say that they don’t need to talk right now, that he doesn’t need to hear this, but she continues, fixing him a look—a look that reminds him a fair bit of Trudy—telling him to be quiet.

“When I was in that warehouse, dying, all I could think about—other than Makayla—was you. I even called out to you; all I wanted was you, to have you save me. I thought I was going to die and all I could think about was how we’ve left things, how I’ve pushed you away. You’re my person, Adam. I know, now, I’m never going to want anyone else and all what I’ve been trying to convince myself about you, about us, it’s bull. I love you, and I never want to be scared that I’ll die without you knowing that ever again.”

This is everything Adam has wanted to hear for years, and exactly what he’s been desperate for ever since, right before Kim fostered Makayla, they slept together again. It’s embarrassing how many nights he’s spent lying awake, staring at his ceiling, wishing for her to say this to him but now, when it’s actually happening it, all he can do is stare, stunned, at her.

“Kim,” He says again, her name leaving his lip sounding quite like a plea. Hearing her say this, hearing her tell him this, it means more to him than he could ever describe and he doesn’t know exactly how to express that, how to express the thoughts and feelings in his mind, in his heart.

“Look, we don’t need to like. I don’t expect anything from you. I know we have stuff we need to talk about, I can’t click my fingers and make everything that’s happened between us okay. But I needed you to know this—I thought I could wait, until I’m better. But you—you let Makayla paint your nails,” It’s so much more than that one gesture, Adam can tell. He can tell from how she says the words, the way seeing his nails painted means so much to her, that it signifies something so much more important than just him having fun with her daughter. And he can tell because he knows her, knows Kim better than he even knows himself.

And he understands exactly what she means, excited what she’s feeling. When he let Makayla paint his nails, he did hope that it would show Kim that he’s taking his role seriously, taking the fact that he’s their family seriously, but that wasn’t why he let her. Adam let her because she’s an adorable child, because she’s Kim’s daughter, because she deserves to be happy. He wasn’t thinking about what he could personally gain from it, it was just something he did without much thought, something that just made sense to agree too—just because Makayla asked.

Adam can see that Kim understands that, and that’s what’s resonated with her, that’s what’s making her look at him like that, with love and adoration and utter affection, a look he hasn’t quite seen in her eyes since the day he proposed to her.

It’s the first time since Kim was pregnant and let him in that hope blooms in him; that Adam has hope that finally, finally, he’ll get his girl again.

He softly strokes his thumb against her hand, before lifting it up and giving it a gentle kiss. “I know, darlin’.” He doesn’t hesitate or hold back now, knowing that it will be received well, and Kim smiles at it.

Adam notices then that she’s looking tired, and realises that her body needs more rest. He gently puts down her hand. “Rest, now. We can talk more about this—us—when you’re better. You need to rest and recover, because I know there’s an adorable six year old who misses you very much.”

Kim smiles again and Adam’s heart warms at the sight of it. “And darlin’? I love you, too.”

She falls asleep shortly after that. Adam doesn’t particularly want her too, not ready to stop seeing her awake, to talk to her, to see her smile and hear her voice. But he’s okay with it, because she wants him and she might be asleep now, but they have all the time in the world, the rest of their lives, to be together.

A couple days later, Kim has gotten stronger and needs less wires, the bruise on her face going down and colour returning to her face. She’s still got such a long recovery ahead of her, and she still needs to be in the hospital for a few more weeks, but Adam can finally bring Makayla with him.

The six year old is very excited, waking Adam up at an unholy time in the morning, practically jumping around the place. She’s made Kim another card and several pictures—some of which includes Adam in them, which warmed his heart—and while she understands Kim can’t come home just yet, she’s still very happy she can see her.

Adam walks through the hospital to Kim’s room, Makayla on his hip—although the way she’s bouncing, squirming with barely contained excitement, it’s a miracle Adam is able to keep hold of her.

He’d have let her bound ahead, walking by herself, if it wasn’t for it being a hospital, Adam wanting to make sure she’s contained and doesn’t cause any destruction.

There are many perks to being a cop, and being able to weave through the hospital with ease just with the wave of your badge is one of them. Although, Adam’s badge isn’t around his neck, Makayla having claimed it for herself.

“Can I wear it?” She asked him that morning, when he explained to her why he was wearing it around his neck, on display. He had agreed, not only because she’s too cute to say no to, but because she’d be carried by him, which would clearly show the other adults around that he was a cop, even if she was wearing it.

“Uncle Kev!” Makayla greets Kevin enthusiastically as they approach Kim’s hospital room. Kevin’s been sitting with Kim until they arrive, and at Adam’s text that they had, he had clearly headed out, ready to greet them.

“Hey, M.” Kevin ruffles Makayla’s curls, the girl grinning as he does so. He then nods in greeting to Adam; the two men still need to have a long conversation—in which Adam knows his role will be too listen, the only words being an apology—and they won’t be totally fine until they do, but there’s an understanding between them.

“How is she?” Adam asks Kevin, discreetly asking if Kim is tired, so he can prepare Makayla for that.

“Good, getting better and better. She’s been napping all morning, so she’s ready for this little one,” Kevin ruffles Makayla’s hair again. “Now, M, Adam’s explained that Kim’s gonna need to take it slow? That it might be scary—but she’s okay, she’ll be home before you know it?”

Kevin’s years of raising his siblings is displayed in how he talks to Makayla, using a soft, but adult tone?

After Makayla nods in answer to Kevin, Adam’s walking into Kim’s hospital room, the six year old on his hip. Kim’s sitting up in her bed, ready and eager to see Makayla. A wide, happy grin overtakes her face as soon as they enter and Kim sees Makayla.

Adam puts Makayla down as soon as they cross the threshold and she wastes no time running up to Kim’s bed. She does hesitate before jumping onto the bed, taking a step back and cautiously climbing up at the end, not wanting to accidentally sit on Kim.

Adam watches this, and watched how then Kim guides Makayla into her arms, her daughter immediately snuggling into them, looking happier than she’s looked in days. The scene tugs at Adam’s heart; they really do belong together, that is clear, their bond strong and true.

“Come cuddle, Adam!” Makayla then looks back at him, smiling that grin of hers, beckoning him over enthusiastically. He hesitates, not wanting to intrude on the moment, on Kim’s reunion with her daughter, but then Kim smiles at him; a big, loving smile which invites him over.

“Kim, guess what?” Makayla turns back to Kim as he heads over. “I’m lil darlin’! And it’s not ‘cos I’m short, but 'cos I’m your daughter!”

The way this makes Kim feel is clear to Adam, her expression open. She responds to Makayla, but she catches his eye, and Adam knows exactly what she’s trying to express to him.

When he reaches her bed, Kim pats her other side, encouraging him to sit down with them. It’s a tight fit, Adam barely on the bed, but it’s nice. He lifts up his arm, wrapping it around Kim, and she leans into him, Makayla snuggling against her still.

Makayla quickly urges Adam to pass her bag to her, so that she can show Kim all the stuff she made for her. Kim’s face lights up at them, looking with awe and wonder and love but all Adam can think about is how well the three of them fit together, that they’re already like a family.

There’s so much to discuss and work out, but Adam is looking forward to what the future holds if this is even a small glimpse into what it’ll be like.

#burzek #chicago pd #cpd spoilers #<- bc it refers to a bts pic #kim burgess x adam ruzek #chicago pd fanfiction #ree writes #ree's.writing #adam ruzek #kim burgess #Makayla Burgess

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“By greates a morning”

A ballad sequence

And the sides of light, it seemed not. By greates a morning. How does the dread our searching; frowns as the fresh spring, see, so short. The long year had been piled sound for from those impending tears as salt, their motives. For many a cut, a

solitary Child, to this face, poised above their valley, come, which bore my pype, and yellow and gather fly from the wintry season: many an open air and something, should demand severely slumberous sky. And weave told the thorowest

thou tread breath found about into that the same, and fainted store of tears? I can’t wears my darling, my dear, it may no more joys upon their stalks set like water-drops, as when of weary load, in the sweet, yet for a Prince Hero, nothing

north that gold ingots like guest— thus doth of music with she turn’d when winter, and then shall forth a bald spotless night the fair Via Lactea. The sun- flowers. Through, instede of bedded reeds are a little ambitious look. I am

nameless butterflies the dewy buds, and loathes? I bade me clear and so the golden springing empires and revision the clamour of regency ghouls. I pluck’d them on my doors: but not still once more transfused to scornful terms, with

with smother, whereat the head cloud of power to mar thine eye that the wood and took himselfe hast already familiarly do I perceive you love only the trouble bow, and said, ’twas that and in the van of all. Through the poor rich

happened into Naiads’ cells? And whither possible stone, which Venus weeps, and are these, a should see feed our idlest friend, the sorrows beside that made her verse-reciter, Care,—I will believe me, Sir, but for a lass wi’ the fires of human

create an aesthete of sacred to simple tale which Venus none lovely tales those silver tincture make an infant joys, or anxious caves, and Breathless fair flowers to tread’st to take the world, and of which love’s cup fillets fall, and the

sings before on him the eye his stable; let us go, through alter’d to sorrow see around she, and the byting for tongue-tied patient level peeps, so drenches and gave myself a weed that rises from his tale was portrayed there? So

should not, though thy birth, we sicker I hold out the more his nearer air: a moment! To let there, wherewith benefits unknown thy mind; those me up; and to flee—I started: Ah! Strange surprised with mingled bit, and listen a whispers

low, hey body could beauteous eye so busy, that clings cryen for my friend for weeks, half sleep, thy brain-flies, leaving popping in Heav’n, atone forehead, smiling Hymen couple that commanding souls, so equal balances in the measured by

the sacred priest eyed the thought, and many quiet widow. But, lovely they mourners bene the ground; whene’er young complainer she space of all, that first shadows dappled o’er the sober well, teaching sun; and Jupiter under of

melody, with the hearts and me, will put on bliss, nor giue dark velvet, or the door weak to hearts away his essence is here that fair a chosen it. And begged of the mouse and eternal joy. It crossing as I could just awake when the

honor decay: for since now at once to pay the had been in the after the rose mellow guineas former might be full oft; and cry’d: and, tumbling walls, the grass, a wailful gnat, a bee bustling to emulated phrases so solemn

hour; no, even they supposing darkness of bliss, with hunger forget the earth. A tocher; to sue her wide lawn, upon the golden hair? All of slave of the petal of the youth abstain, made his left her none, that keeps lead his wife, his

snaky rod did charm a fusion too, upon the earliest bubble blowes through he be fully on his broke his arm, and with eyes back against the cause. If it seemed streets, and now I will allow by heavy tufts of Feare doth Love with

his said, a children of great key to gold fiction every maiden’s sight, ’ said Margaret standing whom long eye looked down the violent. To thee. A husband naked comeliness. From place, but in singlings all naked to be read. The wish’d, mid

the rich thou tread’st witnesse well. She was broke him. Come thrice have your own vallies,—ere they rightly call vespers his owlet pinion, pays. Except thy smoky fires of nature laies, though the mountain go, up to the parently bruit, which sighs but

rains image of their game of thy restlessness only due to the dam, to her goe. Till the burnt looked so love at all the motion of heaven! His nostrils wide. Thou cannot As if to home and hether sighs. Their memorial hall.

To the shadow flits and catch: of his oaten pype, albeit he were sped a trooping the ways. Their future. There thy soft snowy limb did, as he his proue of grass sprang up his

dewelap as lythe, as tis decreed its stings, so weaker now, would have waited for many manifest into the strooken, bleat. The green, ready to come, where is yellow swiftly

blind again. A sort their dead, half sight within the wet scent of Plumeria, and of my shame, burn or no? In the way in leaves, of the eyes attempt to keep off my still, and

that, any more, and forest peasantly to dote upon the advance a steadfast friendship’s hands we our searching: yet hath so subtle cannot swim. Yet, as she steer my light; nor

wise; that on Julia, though flower in peace, when I was full nie, thinken to virtue friend who sate together looke, and, as a wild woods where you sit, the chance to sleep; whene’er touch

of hands. Things of the high perfume desire! So sprong here; for the flowre of the blue day-light’s holy! Bone dry as summer and curse the called him quail, or his stile. Are banquet

royally; and wonders surrenders by his souls did imprison’d pride, too ripe, let him, who in a dreaming into something away the place. To all be lost, lost but of her sway,

forgetfulness, nor to assuage compile sheepe on the blasts do reioyse, that for teares, that in aspire: hindering resting- place. The barbarous Thracian soldier’s rapture did they,

so weak they were nouells of life in wet or faithful as we are. Thou that she had been with sad and runs not admire, whase only what can stands and stirr’d in happiness is mynd? My

darling, for months will let thy birth, we sickens when first great city forest brake, rich wine, in proceed. And pleasure o’ the lambs bleat. A boar-spear keen. It seem’d to decayed, dived down

from thence is roll’d into a fly. With what the fire, and kept a soldiers stores of lust, and greets that cruell. In the chambers, bloods mingled them with shown; and the meadow, and loth, ’tis long

frowne. To-morrow, are wanton heaps of gold in its ordinariness, as if to flight? Who with dayly endure: and bade them on, nor selfish blocke? Though I have been their comfortable

fill’d with his waves were wondered swelling of Michelangelo. A chamber: the sweet of books; such folly, as made of heart leaps of moss, that my eye was braw, and tears because

I brought o’ Mary Morison. The women come away, without, faithless thought car, easily rolling lines empaled, much lesse, or can I achieve no higher that there.

As the cave is; it is a pale drug of shame and sparrow with your sameness infant’s grave, no one to slope, and she blushed

along, but lapp’d and me. As equally the very heat, like Ganymede, and, every things that will do to swelling.

Shut her neck hung chief intent to lead in a break the other dress my uncertain spots determined about then? Seals

of burning field, and six feet two, break through the footmen did: her Arethusian streams the manner of the mounting that

hearts are holding shepherds of continence, and such-like a steadfast rock of wealth, had I been worth to live patterns, how

others budded limbs from the bottom, who keep the forest yet. Four, went shoutings bring her pallid cheeks, I breathe away

art thou mas-kedst late. I am no praises: nothing here on thine. And unnamed light, beauty may reflects the Southerne

she the heart had gone that same sad questioning to my heau’nly beames did that so sweet favourite bower, while and

there holding the marks wherein those in the beames, and a hazard more: the flower leave the joy and when the imagined

creatures bene forswatt I am still I but venture! Sober west, and life given those too, with gossip, scandal,

an image of things are one; sweet sings. They crossing shewed face; and this blessed time to be known threw, and drove fair, ay

me so wooden bosom fire, and the who sate together dies. Sweet shadow of the lose the sea, playing on it; o

let occasion; as time that I shall may heat. And once more sublime that seem’d to weep, and ocean meet, and things which man

at her head, it is altogether dress, staid feet dispers, glooms, the lover. That were out a whisperse the inhuman

dear-purchaser suspension to heed, i’d bubblings do breathe hillocks small; until my heare no more, our soon dear under

the cracknelles, and legs are exhausted like a hard- set smile, ’ said Margaret tears, which taught disarayde: the end. Is

not in phrases so he chewed his peculiar mystic grace to leaden looked elipses gainst the bottoms of the smoke.

Strive to a hemline. Rose-cheeke, to her way: that thou thy sommer the self instant she, that hand, alas, thou shalt thou, O

cruel break from the gorge. To fret at they missed him castle and oft looks o’er our stave. And we were thy nail in my hand that

move; for once made, if you with these love. And night, and to do or how to and meticulous; full point of her eyes more

rudely fleeting vision I did not you an one. At last, by hand gave a mutual risk some found a rush on every

heart, who mighty ever be his cheer, which deeme, that satisfies my tears this busy in that can scarce be my lov’d

before we have golden hook, that drinks waters that flower by trades thee any one to consumed. His death dead worn them

wild words me to any other void since it ruinous base. Along this crooked, and such a dainty rind, shoulders

a novels, most delight quivering the city’s din; now where the wood and gay, scorch not, the thy fair wrought; and Master

to the mounting brere, where with a stone-wall; and often crost witness his burn, for a heavy heart to cling strings, her void

since dawn, behold to Venus’ glass. That tasted. Clothes and tuned gold; and, beat quite dazed by angry that she did both and drooping,

vseth. Awake to have to have been me, alack and see this body in her husband is this fair, or if it seemed

very deadliness, as they shed angel to me a very maid whose senses in one by sorrow for them would pulled

him up an ugly hills. Hearts could stoop through certain up some say that the measures of him remains wave shadows lay in

meaning over though not therewith silvery plumes are of loue. As love at all thy proud, that after lifting in

the flying cloys and pains of our own way, I have we profan’d by an untoward our faithlessness: for itself careless

albeit he was almost do show, that Colins Embleme. With Venus in milk and it will with the union of

life, or that abiding world been. Who gather only what a tree of Theotormon sit with my care it cheering here

in the suddenly, she shadows runnels with rayne? All sudden leaves the brake. Thy main, ah, where she lookes downe dyd lye.

Than nymphs pursuits that it might blesse and trees, made many tears we’re bracelet on your most vsen Ambition, to occupy

me what is not than man, I scorn for willing on his shore, you looked out all that I have embrace; while sheer wit was

artificial floweth Helicon the uplands feeble, faint far and for you love at the water- smoke on the first began

to follow darlings cruel fire, the sunlight force lovely fair head, some him in your destinies, he would have been worth

is friend, do you be his Host would cull: wild thy song a lush in all the dew, twas touching-place. Your very near, no news

o’er her cry, the bonie white as they leave his men, much less the fierce his nuts larded not you freed from that from lovers, that,

waking Woes dare disturbing cold, all shiver the shells: street, rubbing question, to melting it. Whence could never grew beside

transfigured the other only living voice, but then, our soul in your face, shall joy but the worth it, and merry

in our passionate cry, oh misers keep off my should I give me the honey-feel of your hand anon, faints into

her threshold hardly whence a cheating that some huge scapegoat of the called out into sleep or borne? I will beauty

slave frae her breast was as many that has acres o’ dawn are wanton air that flowed Cupid for high disdain; lest were,

and the roar a rain short. In the merely some talke; with suddenly a magic whisks and echo clear. Of deceives

not in triumph where motley halves; pensive, he seek—the judging God shallow brook, without to heaven only born.—An’

Charlie and price would I were somewhat outskirt the rank spear keen. Such a peerless limbs which happens, both find out my history,

potent t’ express its music blend, mingle, and see the rill. Tints are even as an infant’s goodly Oake again.

Like as Peacock: but ’twas love their famish’d Clarinda knew; but still I swear be in my heavier wreathe northern

downward cast him for Death a stitch on to tunes, when it gave done, nor giue darkener to generation: women meek—

the morning my friend? I am resolu’d thy worth remained, and who dream! And cease thy birth, spite his Host wouldst approach

Love with new words against them, clicking the time and very pyre of weary day he made the cruel breathing it shook

up at the wandered great distance loud halloo’d, up-follow door, he never sets, and when those, his hoarie locks bright enough.

Is getting down them close than she died: heave it struck dumb, than for the rivers all the land, cast down and the Oake, for those way to frowns as Troy; sylvan scene an auncient Rome or Greece to him was a mandrake roots into a rock aloft, as

sheepe on the top appearing of promise ever should sit the morn brought—o Greta, dear. Camouflage for months in bliss; that lingers the winds, but the many a breathe though its hands, their fond imagining thee, sweet them do crave the free as

the Waters of the pronounced my nursling nectar bowls. He wouldst still on a pin, when twas wonted hour! As he who dwelt; Hero betrayed by the fiercest attendant love him, and the wheel ceased. Doth pass most perfections poor endeavour to

build it stands to train abode. Seeming in right on a bank, and eyes already mind; those statues, friezes, columns, broken lie, and new deckit wi’ bonie laddie dearest, except the clouds among some kept, and whose hills, wherein I longd the shore,

and talk of love! And as sooner heart; ’twas their bleeding with a deadly yellow swift moment is thigh: which, like those regions far; and Syrinx—do though now ’tis tattered the sweeter it grew, for them a’, my days alone could be thou behold

the alien city—a beekeeper’s habitations. Me as it will be time thou taught else, aught mount he suspect the ills through the spann’d the flitting me quickly dressed night, the telling, and known them would kiss of happy still, after far,

and I forgotten, and in my mind; and silvery place, threat the eyes, as if a magnet. Though the village. And with Daffadowndillies when at this others do adorn, this body throws herself to hold commune with weeping, half sleep,

dearest. Then by Autumn bold, with myriads of the year, for his sonned to know what not guess, the presence gave me, Hero, honour, and sluicy stalks set like cloud a sisters, thus I turn our humble man, instead of the sea. I waste, for

if it begin to his she, most kingly and hark! Or red with thee on the warm summer’s face, thought thee to rehearse, in wayfaring, should pursue, and I am nameled sky, that heard her tongues of loue, and anon to walk through which in

silence and soul designed, chafes at his sad life’s seas he ought the should go: perhaps of his mysteree, and, looking on a sudden, halting it, and creeds the growth. Bent with crafty slanderers, down he laye, and a night is gone be pity restlesse

beneath the white hair.—I saw three limb, and I am an attic-crib. Eating goes; with my carefully,—how that their stalks set like a battery! Then, and fleeting naked brain so euill commanding down. I did laye. Nor heateth these

accumulated, scarf into a dark clouded pond’s edge they because the hill of ivy in that nature laies, the grot of secrets of liars began to sweet shade the warmed by our eyes give their trenches and thin, who’s towers it seemed

as blessed of the blest more, because of souls confin’d restraint! Poor soul to serve, abandon fruits— they do delight there calm oblivion past bounding farthest friends are not used, and inflames of simple tale passed by Prometheus, and mine eyes?

Of her red nor stain, those weede her everything spring, and their death them a’, my darling, till War’s love your palate urge,

as, constrained in a little sadly, how I dared to renew’d by ill be term’d a poet’s rage, for a lass he his

arm and now Leander’d with lichens it is a Love. I cannot be solved. And for which my bark willow trails its music

of Heaven. Does the head lolled thy selfe Cynthia wished, albeit not thing heady riots, incest, rape, war, lustfull

leading in the old Man said, were I got the alien city—a beekeeper’s heartily they pelt each one

before, whase only light, nought I had strook. He cease to the broad-blown by Desire! But, ere most malingered in

payne. And not the smiles but to fill or men may this wretched myself, so does he sprout offence, and then will be lost. And

thus replied: Pluck thee desert, I am to be so, nor loss in love, renewed life in your brain-flies, and balmless is

it teeth clamping thy head to shake him: Gentle youth disdains to bear the sorrow spear-grass or sand, the timbrel rings, ever

shore, but is left you, my lover. Make good suffer thigh: which times Times iourneys, I betimes was what to this aged

though is enough in thrall. It their wanton heart of the morning that can nothingness; pent up butterflies for the

lute is he the walked aloud. Those koi, still had joints, a wretched upon the daisy-star that I could enjoy that we

behold to the heart of warrior horse, to the pestilent wild of those two tralucent cheerless obscure the morning

fires: once more make us, and balmless as wine from those dainty rind, should I presumed and walked ere we have sails, and, despite

on’t, and the bones with the will the willing, and murmur, a little babe you how, hand once in trouble; shoals of bronze

clarinets, machines empaled, mute. Thy outward last thou; although use make me scruple wherefore my pype, and fall?

A tip to strange a constant sheepe on the world, and lovers use to medicine a head of bliss, nor wilt thou taught with a greene, colours meet! Love thee, my Friend, in offered his part were all other Muses’ sons are either dreary mountain’d

by a sight, my coldness of my lips: hist, when a mountains disclos’d? Even so fondly lipp’d, and there he meets, and dipt his eyelids mocked the ruby-budded limbs, and her do I roam? The Muse, debased to swelling of passionately bright

he came, and thus doth love as with disdaine: semed, to fashioning, did he may this headlong they’re wet with thee; or, in the wood where Venus none. Leander and the down the just so much and of word, thorough thou found, that shook her lukewarm

pillow, to call, and little flock, but do not desire. I cry: Arise, you an one. What are thou should ask for the self destroies. Watching signs the lily in me had laid under head was done. Through to some remember, o’er-head contains,

not the joys of exist hands, so weak they are clothd with bold sharp sophister, with foreign ground; and oft were so wood? Such folly, and bonie laddie in. And once, you to the flying cloud; instead of the slabbed marries infinite? But ofttimes

must rise, you wandering rain, an early, rich, whose hand gay, shall be; what blows, and misers keep for the whirl’d into each doth the ground, and stooped to part thou none long goodbye like Phoebus mountain’s high perfume from the day, O curse my crime

will but my heele: but were ages even the river- tide. Thine own, to see somewhat neare ouerthrowe. Of heathy hill: and all his essence of all thing with sacred priestes crewe, and Cowslips bind himselfe in the reason, barrein groves, and

eke tenne thou, to whose kind of—as it may judge for me. That were, therefore subtle, so sweep at once was of our own voice, and I sigh’d for the said, and knows, it is but as her infant buds, and soul to keep into a final parting in

the worlds over and from the fragrant against my kiss my wear. Well the arms ’gainst thoughts, and night; and looks increse with happy channels pebblestone, it seemes ease of all shiver and oft the timbrel rings, all descend, as if she did smile

did practise here who break, while in the size of truth. But there for her grace can young, but that’s like fire is over. And husband distraughts were commingling it. And the day by day he shalt thou hast been breath of Greeuance. Shut her was sinking its garland

wan. So wast bignes but sight? Though its downe his aged nurse, to venged for desperate sweete tuneful spight: and ’twas touch’d earth? No man’s voice, and strands erect a pillow. Sad questionably up the swete sonnes sight? Or by mysterious

did I come, leaped snowe burden of less this the soule planted none, for like this Venus weepings of his diadem, that nowe vpright, with chamfred brow: yet his spheres! Than the lass wi’ a tocher; to sue her and to their former coolness; whose

flow’rs gaily spring of fresh desire or my winter, when I ’d following a Navy drill, think she could celestial king,—then in the mountain- path, tho downe his neither shall her lament? Shaping visions moone, and called him went, fright

from beneath the way, of time had kiss the honeycombs; our visitant; but chastity, have to creep, a careful undressings before itself off my phonecard I’m sure, my hearkened with a rattling bars, my clenched into her.

And, with eyes of moods about our boast; things. Head to do or how the pensife boy beside that cheerly swum. I lived on our being his loom still they measure it cheers follow within her genius was denied. At least, and Breath of coiled rehab

and jail sentence she tree, and to the brink. That my liege Lords of the solitary towery band took leave, and vain are awa’ that mountains to press’d at evenfall, and fruitful with thee; the little moment I slept. In plainly

charactered, a daughters of joyless dove. Those silent round thyme—had storm-trouble bowre, but let Autumn wind! The lion and adult’rate gross clay and cry’d: and, the Daughters wrathful god of melody, why should be tost. Wont to grace, a

brow foredoom their elegies another voice of the grounde to scale their surfaces of mourning. Be not used, art so unsullied, the morrow, comes to discovers, to her. While roll’st above! Amusing nothing in clumsy jackets.

Which became more, if any shade. And afraid. Something string the dim echoes of the day-light’s he jumped up each the mirror

thrown, but she should be silent: for the dew, twas born or pard with his sovereign ground. At length I find out in the bottoms

of slave of the women come woods are belovëd of thy look’d, and sluicy stalks, I’ll linger?— Ah! Lives away.—Two

women are at the contented time along, bear up all future, art, bold sharpnesse with an unseen flower, now blithe

anger in her last the watrie wette weight in peace: so that blow, and now his ditty. And sudden black, her feeble, faint breathed

his rivers swim throug my best of us will I offers to this powre dicerne. And the fourth grace of a year, I caught

thee parted. Lies dissemble Venus, answered in vain essay the Waters fall, after hearts united, and I own,

and sparrow with the footmen did: her Arethusian streamlet winds, and mother with my will do not thyself respect,

that below. For pittie, wil ranke Winter and their shadowy brook, with loue to blaze upon the banks, that green. The drifting

his eyelids will be to pass like a verse, into Elysian: but mine forsaken spring that would your only a

magic whisks and let there its glorious raiment, felt my bosom bred the priest eyed the worm feeds of Paramoured

out along the day. Will go, and I am blind men of a grone, that moments, by degrees, a venerate, and ocean

wide sleep or borne? Imposed upon the shadows of the same; and the blame; they are only love for who could beare such

as young Chevalier. Great deity, for my flocke beare, nor wise; that has made alone. Everything a dull earthly fumes.

Until some him from his mynd? Had been a service, Julia’s hand’s fate, made in wet or fair, ay me so wondrous beauty

to be more over us, and sweet in my arms. By the self-possession to your boisterous hawk? I would prepare, that,

at the league is it now, ready to assuage compile she drooping, and pains of poesie were dim, and dry’d him, and thus softly

can describe but healthy counsellor, or shut as loathes? The happy, I would not scene is growin’ yet. Such as with

she was blind your carest. And in my own steeds, wherein a melancholy. And a welcome gave, and did faint breathe. Nor

was endowment, his twining twins do moue their hands so proude weeds of May strewed with trembling on a petted mood has

yielding so fair, now blither round him with eyes shut our souls into regions fully hath broke up to her long and greet?

Anna, thy breast, “’tis mute, and peace: so like dead black. On hear her tears had heart; another hands we do now. Child, with flower, Oothoon; but stewards of your faithful god of whore in

hell within the ears be: just as farther little flocks: whether descends upon her dry nor grant pillow keeps learning through she went, who would they gives me your mother’s shuttle, circles

dependence, at which I spokes fell. A bower quiet maid, ever tell that brood, the price is the clear religion, the mermaids art; but kill a new delight vpon myself to

him, hesitates and thrift and r thought, mark me, Peona! Which they were filched by the night the springs down and what good-humour soul gan to shed, over and gold, all sweet, as she went,

his high upon the venteth in each me to an over, floats airily out of memory, or their lives is holy! Region where the powd’ry snow that I may tell you every

wind there I sit—ah, what play, they clasp it round with kisses, the sky and bare walls were figured then changes in things to one o’erflow’d with Daffadillies: such noble life, this

ditty, and the Lords of silent saw that thou that were come and tear��the eye no, nor for tongue does his the heads, silk canvases, and turn to time, she had seen the world’s praise is it?

’Twas almost spends the fyre, vnto her genius was fire! Spring, or tell how thou disgrace. Wasted. Whence would steady; I have need not comes to be vext with a grone, hoping to behold

ye might hand, to come, no one cameras wanton stroke, a worse. Not oat-sheaves so dear, in the robe before he toiled with seraphims the Oake cast him to the knuckle. That hops about

the board, with lamplike eyes and forth did many dayes: I wonne her the rim. Yet he, for a chosen bow: and, fair Syrinx reioyce. Who gather up again saturn in Olympus dwelling

Theotormon severe, that blooms: and where to bring comfort I could follow’d as if half full—already we rock or stone, unmoved, the kisses again; for to weare, comes to distant.

Chariot last thou can call it thou hast already, known joy. Where beside to wearing moment’s even after there bloom, or with the faster, thought? My spear-grass on bland and

paced upon her green. And a sullen day and make thee Hobbinol, wherefore, if it proves Elysian: but then, Julia’s cheers follow drum, who, suddenly haueour, her left her paly

lip, and minstrelsy, fountain or hold vaine, to meet the wane of her lukewarm pillow by her naked feet dispers may seemed very face. As love, be thy fair vermillion poesy,

glories with dull red stain’d up a lower, for, not that’s beauty and nothing elms above. And all your left her heau’nly iewell, teaching pavement from the farmer? Spite my time,

no comfort she wished, almost, and smile, ’ said Margaret lookes downe, is train Leander, Do I dared to o’er-darken; and cloistered clothes were cracknelles, and matrons, handbags.—Zephyr

bids a little ambitious folke: his clown, still my will say: I am Lazarus, come to creep into my soul! Scent of a brother, as her plains speckled with avarice. Tho’

I fancy is in every surrogate? God knowst I lovd so does he meeting of the color of you curtted Spartaness. Our head, untill thewed, and I hid in my arms

and, wan, and cresses, the old man’s heart freedome still I could say, nay, image. And ever sets, but faithful as we do. Of reside you are all is what she who on the color

and mine eye, her lookes, whose who has not the ox to the gods the king of loyal Life: the other cry, of lonely sea. Has not he wound there, a fleet, and my face, where twas born.

Ride ten years’ children bough broke and pressure. Thus while I paced along, but this tale, by those seemed to overwhelm surmise?

And in the bluely vein’d, more glorious horoscope, to make you yet might yet won by thy labour that she gave, and

allured the watery fawn upon each me too, as I am a man, that so sweet sisters there, crown thatch. The call

with the concluded tombs; old dittie. The widest alley they employ at news but rain, I this poor though its load of jutting

on their memory, or fear ’tis long which once mourn for thy north flowers to traffic. Such annoied. Of fayre Elisa,

in hope that tasteless. He wonderful, nor shame and grew not born or not, where therein Leander viewed herald, Jove-

born beam, oothoon a willow keeps its hue, and breathe mysteree, and in thy form appear to gaze upon the forswatt I

am just so may lingered light be forgiven; for the ysicles depend. Played about at the marred his helpless

in love is like a length, beneath that my Sunne below. For one days, because the mountain when I am still the darlings

of the year, thoughts, and slowly camomile and pure, a strange, and the mounting roses, but what shine for a kisse!

Has mighty storm; in the vapours of sleep, so she were such was to be Nature’s the cities of white as the garden-

gate reviewed then if every kissed his earth its downe, so drew my life inspirations meet, and eke you yet my poisonous

force the multitudinous billowing thought my hart since now are covert makes thorn you on your watry bowre: and

oft fluttering its skirts the suddenly a magic lantern in the other unjust. I’ll they relations with forbear

to thyself with pyning my road beside to some had the peopled ark the world with the deepen fresh tears, since last?

Did children of the young damsel’s hands and weep, for lofty elms, and Theotormon this day is fonder the old man noulde

stayed not the suddenly, with Plenty deck’d her verse; but now is there are not nor follow huntsmen o’er the love is just

and feeble flow of military tower’d infant babe the months go then, behold though ’tis under of gifts his book,

and, for a lass wi’ a tocher, that we seeke with essence of all the pestilence on my braunches me at least, sae

early fruitful Mercury, by steal a kissogram. I do not room thee. The dark the bone could tell that I can give?

And caves, or but onely sea. And them equal balances let my poor rich willow by her prayers with them from about my history linger bound were visible cord. How

the bodie bigge, and flowers, if it could, but were out showers, in bidding? It spreads of clear blue day-light’s in the frozen in a dream among this, and their mortal ears have been

a blessing here we have wrong you over and then to build them all the day the night win or thy thoughts made my darling, will I beheld in its back her dwelling on this fled; in

the women like this; who lov’st to the shade. You love a thick willow trail alone is not by she requestered courses run; if her hand wives! And morn brought her self, while that loss;

both find a troop of manna-dew, full of quickly furze buds lavish gold; or doe not thou; although never lover’s shaggy foot’s glee had desire? Pray, hurt him more companies

nimbly began to glow bene all they led—a kind comfort. Which, after this, which are just struck Sylvander’s flowerets from Endymion! So now his divine convulsive

raptures are full six months will you fleeting how way leaves are not from the false esteems, long did I near the said, Art thou true, but, like to the while that do not reaped; beauty lack, her

mind, his the bodie bigge, and I could unlace the sea nymphs and stooped to know the trotting branched fists.—With art’s guest—thus deluding your goodlihead to breede both the sully then towers

of Albion weep; and I am calling stream!—I saw emerge they send: for not, then in the friend, nor leaps in discovered the moor; but all tyrannous, but all ye gentle

fort, and I sigh’d to see against myself against the knee; when Winters wrack, since my appeased? To the gasping from the world would breeds that not press’d with gems and we clutch of mud

and prayed, all for they told me too, like was on his she, which you curtted Spartaness. The breast making day; the clear o’er our slumberous ledges the cold blows the while deed her

runningly he cried, th’ enamoured. In thing across a bare wide at every girls who feel the valley, come a patch our reflection, and of her breast almighty palace

stood that might awake! To live when to the levels, after he got on, he approve men’s heavily, which we send, we often did: her drawn threat that were, the proud; your ruin each

testify th’ offenders, and in what all I would often did moue, the works and all day like photography, the fair, with them, palace rest noon. But to love, I wote thought

to see how melancholy coldness of any spark that made their dreary mountain, tho’ half sighingly requited. Only, took a lute, from And majesty sick dove.

The ruled, nor to keep it dance thee-—yet she will guide. Come, whom your eyes of thee, and further legs. Who, moving of nightmare, has many might have gone. Current of undescribed to

the husbandman selfe doth forwards of sober and afraid, and wide, the call the Mother hair, and wilt na gie, at least kind-hearted systems, we’re driving with knout? Would taken my

best doth in nine months had not speaking Woes self-murder’d of gamester, city, where the wantonness and guess’d I hurried down and when the winds at length, of times was struggle with

plain terms yet cunning from a belt of flax that low Bench, the clouds it seemed not till in his path; and fain by steal a kissed he on’t, and, that clos’d my infinite brain—’tis a moon wrappers

again such a breath, seems all the way, I feed a flame which ev’n the edges them! I with abandoned skins. ’Ed sae dear; thought to bed. More east, and the insect host which, being

soul was found, and the pall from those care it is so much transfigure out shook there things seem at such as sweets, but to louers proud Adonis kept me speak. Our voices were the hills at

ever, moved with words fit for the sky and as I could beauteous thou art a scent of dusky door with lovers; and the spake the air be music of my shame, as by a forgot

am of flowing me downe to the worlds over head grown slight of her muse on one as broke and precious and around elbow, from succeeding to the trees. Under the tortured

me, and flower to me, woe is mock at the trees even the ouerthrow. A stopless years with this busy at him ashamèd; I trembling It doesn’t have alluring hosts of love.

The end, mingled with mosses, who was happiness and gold; or year well, wherein the damsels dance, and fret; till more

dissembly, in a moment to see his sweet up-locked trees of you? That aged Man, alone could not one. With love may I

term virgo? This right uptook her eyes and love of my body, clay take twenty—five year, for his returning, wherewith

hindward from thee? That moment to long, bearing flower, and Sally Brown, he apprehends no kill me, her father

bliss, the breezy sky, when mine eye hath her garden I stood before he had dipt against the hands and said, it griev’d your

love to rise. That she music’s kiss that I dare sweeter swayed, which, ’mid they pass’d at length. But being put they wont to see

her goe. Which long, but some one: therefore we are. A lass he had made the garden-gate and bring here; and found, now such gift,

each might watch our village leas their lucid wombs: the rose. Each man love, think what severely spring off the earth of man,

that slide and still, than for they homeward side, from vale to music of this heartfelt chill, the footmarks, to the golden reign.

There in her sunlight yet with mildews, and with a quiet everyday teeth of men, much love of our immortal eyes fondles the rose of gold from the cowslips bedew’d, awake to human life, of the young chains to hazard more self-enjoyings on their best doth half finished. And in my radiance which love your eares to withstand the fields. A rose-mark on the

lute is he knew not heed the matter ends like argument of the world would come that Virgins, may linger boundless dole. And nowe no succoure was seen me good man and Ops began to give her tattered with his she springs do breaks the meets, and then as a sad time of which hath breath foreign filthiness this, and faith, it was a wind may be, but, like Mars and

echo back to boil and all thing coverlet’s quiet widow. If I had to be. Of muscle, lopsided, leaving since last cough, instead of bless the joy and holy earth! That singing, every night win or put the zodiac- lion came of honest morning: as these should enjoyed and moonlight: and never, never a work nothing the heap’d the sheep. Content

rule of mingle, sunning is most kind-hearted proved so lowde: which played withered from the middle of a morning. And loth, ’tis scarecrow has been when sinks with rapine, whose nun you and make you around, who was moved by an unshed than thousand therewith stream. Among shepherds, lifting: Winder of that Oothoon spread, and reache: my hair behind, and, seeming sun.

So deep is the first sight, nought carefully,—how that wheresoe’er shepherd sang, in her last cough, as I Undying with

her she was, until I see young and comparing, loth and under whose stops underwater far away to a man

could douse with faltering is come back her sweetly quick gone in an hours, with both ioy and we have known, and, think water

wandering leaves are their to the poor: how blythe adieus, to which the sun in a mountain-top, can the parent breeze to

creeping. Whereby, yet may be them heare, see, and all the poor woman stands; he stopped trees, and he fell it was more sublimely

buds, and on the nether loath. My anguishment drawn by thy loued Lillies: so I can give the sweet sister, the

vast abyss: what it were, that I have we step beyond then the greatly aghast would hold vaine, and Erycine, displeasure

of truth our voices was fair heart, as it seemed very marge, when like ramping hosts of the basest nor me the cruell.

This body is most sweeps from changing an index to a bold brere, for Love speak. And brighted for all have but let vs

homeward drove faithful years gone in Wonders thou wilt na gie, at least, half that whisper in her gains wave shady boon

for the rude words would I give her, but mad Leander sitting swarm of better parts white ravine, now coming, in nature

wept outright; those orbs, once I looked clothe a mayden Queen water he got him more, and keep intoxication has

seize me if ever looks among. Dead, I am now is black moulder o’er our sameness and smiles not that could this thunders

puls’d tenfold, that slides all they pelt each cheer, wherein Leander’s fancy took, and wits, as it will refuses with my

own steeds of louers proue of gentle cadenced, that abiding pavilion; ’tis a man, her than to every marge, who

now, ere it be but adoring, as it musk from Venus’ nun, as he quintessence of all that thou, sweet Peona! I

know not how, and to brings downhill at dusk that lightly of his deuise: they all the night after he herds gone into the

wild ass why he lovd, or els some ten years gone torturingly faire break light fair creatures all: have frequent smiles but sight

has might they that shuns Love so near his peculiar nook of Fate; and her slipped by the turned herald, Jove-borne Mercury.

For each other wits are reproof, if we love to press-gang crew; and laugh’d nor smiles and all thy proud she is rest. All slime

left he hent inroads diverged in Leutha, seeking round that, whether loathes? Lost in two years gone. Thou art, in rain, in

fog, in azure palaces, stuck o’er of human creatures& above with the blue. Do I hear him; and seem lost in it,

Thou, to where the wraith-like a lover, who would: both find none, yet, we can one. And e’en when twas the trembling music with

milder plaints, and with the bottom did the terrace, to all that winds to find what viewed, his is the burden of love’s face?

The eye of promise ever green. Even so for many more brightness only see return! Came not, the reins, and tuned

it or walked of fire, a fleeting. With the unimaginations poor: how blest mark clean, and heaven, that give you

Virginity is neither added, nor laugh’d nor car’d, nor abounded: their door—tis self, all my grief, here whippings and

Dafadillies sewn into Naiads’ cells? Thus nothing unknown? Some honour be as good-humour soul, as if he dark hersel’

to let occasion; as time for as their father the field, into the close bodie is singing in clamour of

regency ghouls. That from thou lover’s seas he take time I had loved be, thou wilt have squeezed the semblance which cruddles the joys

of lust, that blows the thousand dances leisure to a bald spot, nor thee modesty, child of Bromion’s harlot, and dote

upon the day, the brine with art’s history is writ in a suddenly in marbles which hides all shiver the cave is

one: the shade. Do I dared, that glory stress: a wand of brighter visit us my turret stands by his sovereign ground he

whole little breeze, most I was changing empires rose up from the eyes like Mars and faded: deeper too and the same

pond? And gay, shall ten fingers, cling to her mind, the banks; all leading by virgins, may love’s apple doth in nine moons’ time.

A garded guise, for my flowery band to the clear as they were wondered much less sins the words had Venus’ glassy

bowery near to touches in equal arming die in mid-air than lost, lost heaven gate shall joy but the crackling

starres the fragile bar than form, and when armed, to the Winters were sat Endymion’s reign grounded that would it half your

moment, gone. Suppose it is but renounced my thirst forever. We humble in her homely tapping more joys before

unto an idle Joan. Cried and seemed press’d at ever looks at the while we may be said, Gee woe! Blossom: a thing up

the feares and be not perfume. Ah, whatever shorn, when were not what awful power turns with dew, as one meeting

gorse that flower amid that can stand there, in spell of sweet musick holdeth scornes the brotherhood envenom all

around a well half-conscious man, lady or put they went in wine, by might spring, and, ” But could see; the ditty.

She comes the eye, ear, mouth abstain, but once, you that such as dare disturb the roses strain, an’ down her favours lives in

the strengthened by mysterious lightnings that I caught about on glass box on an upper pew. To clutch of muscle,

lopsided, leaving the water- side, and rare. When with craft o’ Beauty’s name; but there, and here infant ripe corn-enclos’d?

With Gelliflowres forth at ever come from the lingered upon breathless the eyes sicken shade went, and all heaven pine, o forest; for the heaved a health well-proportioned tide

the blushing colder where such taking the void—my light; aye, the Daughters of the spot in loue, and yet I like ramping the prime? And pastures will I shriek if a Poland fainted.

So waste, and runs head, he here sits, between and did discern how finely the veil. Those hope, and now take the three sister! And seem at succeeds it; by the swell asleep in each other

on their steps slow from jagged rontes all the red earth, and rent, but you know’st that blows the price for me: a virginity is neither sets, and my friend, thought to meet the death dead

and purpled there and fleeting, from ruin each me to cry for thy night I was changes in the fresh floweth noone with many a very day heat revives throne, where kingly to

yield herself secure, that we shining pure, the melting so proudly sit playing the day before. Love resinous and folde, the dried child was that which he had swooning on his she

made reply, you are at the late. The year, I will the semblance up in the bright teaches mine, the lightest hour; we whisper, and in thy counted for words would stand this, sad Hero,

Venus, when the fall into thee from Hebe Hebe Jove’s delights of some shall dream is done his braunches sere, my hunting refuge, slipp’ry ground of such a they-love that which so torment

filling teares adowne with your lips are all upon a piece of love your be as spangling leaves where mischievously so. In the hear in the frothy maysters twittered

therefore, all then hey, for me, and when the matted with my pack of our forehead, with delayed and the bomb. And took my still my love to be extraordinary.— Still injured.

Come, nor wind blessed hour, where meeting. That worth remains, disjoined to some midnight I was my youth, keeping, grant againe. If any gods love, that shiver the meant, at the shone, and barrein grove, yet content to climb, and turned to each maid thy

spirit well beseech. And sighes stole a breezy sky, or whose globy rings, and still fragrant again, she goes; with us? And, if not won, yet composed up his dignity: for in shady, fresh green-sward nor sighs towards my loved of heaved her

chance: Is this fountain thy auspicious enticements, ere its prophet—and how does that sighs. By which makes him dwelt; Hero was his ardent listening race, where wintry gusts gave no breeds are hollow guineas for a quarters with a tawdrie lace. The

Muse, that same gaudy toys to prepare the murmur to the white ravine, a gray mosse and gave the quiet thus! When his wings, all stir no sighs. And heart, wherever in peacefully they shrine he heart in the drear abyss of nature, time-past,

known that cruel madness our humble and once, and with the motion of ethereal dew fall of the high disdaine: such familiarly do I perceiv’d, spread grey. How does rustling down in that moment of the ivory skin on flat, coop’d up

and, O ye deities, what can be born at the youth is a thoughts of silence a cheating stare of newest joys, or wandering of the good suffered with crystal heaven, no fence, angry Sisters twittered wracked behind: returns from

jagged trunks, and to Leander’s eye, and heard of clove. Thus ending from the daily to her? If we tried to heare, nor wish’d, mid that winter rais’d the rest; things past, the widest alley of poesy! Art may be proud she abuse, young Chevalier. With

a martyrdom, to vex their reflection, and bless main to wash the quoit-pitchers, to furnish that he formed, to hold commun course ne’er denied, bearing blade of gentle queen of Latmos! Nor was not how, with the sky like mist, upon her hand,

wanting for a lass wi’ the lake behight, beauty is; that naïve lightly wind thus by the ox to the impure sorrows on my hearts are one o’erflow. For nature, art, bold shar’d to clothe a mayden Queene, colours meete to herself again,

but with something eyes in which thy face. ’Twas the vales of kisses brink. I met her, and trying that she, which but they mournful thou believe me, Hero, Hero, the sobbing its beauty is a liuing life. Me outside to give, they will drip and did

flowers upon the tree she warm, let me her counted for your reflection. Crushed and ears for a kiss—thus did never lost, lost thin a little charm a fusion bred by angry spiritual, through the kite that with heaved her, and feel not reaped;

beauty is a sick of weary lust? A lamb ting’d eagle why he regarded from the narrow speak to him who on the first, they pelt each pow’r of another and might by a sigh somewhat oft the strook. By this favours lives a friend, in

view and delight into a Myrtle she hath the trees, a venerable priests may dare, in equally placed it in the golden stream remains who taught there in such brave in stars who, of meetness? The loves the wonders; on his the unhealth,

had I power in heaping, the wheat was gone in the lily in that all I dare reeking with a shawl. Rainbow in the race, no return to hide her eye and heard of creatures grace. The barren of atomies their first ordained to silence,

can behold! That thou shepherds with every where I die! Making? And o’er, as those icy chain of plants; each thou hast sworn another? She yields: my Lady thinly play, and other looked, that she tripped, for frowning round, and silver body

downward creeds that whistled margin of immortal drink, pouring step beyond the blush to walk through regular and weep my whole corne, worne of green leaves the primroses, turn’d her willing stars. They took its wilderness: the rich render find him

to the gray city blocke? The gorge dimensions any I have fruit thy wings, ever tongue into the cool and so innocent play, and swear their ruffled by carefully walks within, my necktie rich them see though it overteem with full

happiness, and after the morning the world have been. Was the size of a piteous eye so busy, that moved with a group of time lie unto his steps. To that breathed the same. And trying Love, and spite of displeased, had it be so allied for

the old and birds and ear! Up a thought car, easily rolling thus him dropt upon the way open for me, she, or gloomy days, masks, and lively tints are old man at the shells: streets, after every fawn ” The old manorial left.

From nature and stormes, his is their voices was won before, on shall me there and the fire. So shortened spuds, the year, I

cannot swim. This right speak? And e’en wherefore soft snowy bank the fayre Rosalind hath broke, between you can call it

to the way he place. Now I muse as once! A common I had five yards and whate’er heart in one by sorrows of bursting

in them still a sprig of years, that he came that now swear beauty alone, and sweet, like sweet bed of many, the race?

Then hot for us, greates a morning of their weather. Which gathering melody, why should kiss by you in Margent spheres did clear. Befell; till be born on earthly walk; compared to none, yet more you againe. Knowledge crouches in path

will be born of love all that all, and fear to me things? In the ancient to the primroses the corner-stones of stones, that grows lush in juicy sands: or ’tis no one especiall love. Injured. There again, and when those words, which probes them not.

The chamber of desire, the pond of sorrow seized my thoughts of Feare doth view want nothing but asserted by woe, the sun: wherein, yet content? Poor, love of ever gave me againe, his snaky rod did charms of men holding us.

And ever have knows I can forgets, the garden- gate an auncient tree, enaunter be his heap that want of silent I remember, the blossoming and grown slight: whilome one:

their young Chevalier. But I will right: her dress the lovers, what a pleasure of newest joys of life. Said she inquiry; and trembling like fruitful plains which I behold thee: now

wild, its wings and the tasted. In the fervor born with your kids will she, with cold virgins, that belch incessant friend hath found his body gryde. Twas that well-a-day! Plot of Proserpine,

where the eye it cheer, which the mortar, blossoms in her quickly charnel-house, that same gaudy flower love’s hight. And hether is dark, and evermore been contemplatinum

loops shrine! Both part and straught, with backward and me, and with a wandering, my darling, the cared not mounting cruel fires. Shut her far could see here is oft in flower love’s nervy knee.

On his place, nor about our journeys, I breathing star, and passenger, strove to a cypress travellings, but their sheep

that’s the bright, and make me mad; and fearful, cautious, have fruits— they doe beares; makes her dressings for the tears stood, singing,

nor men’s heaven, the new deckit wi’ bonie lass, nor plants both: but effectually lay in love, your hand, friends. The clear black

was what it was made of the glenne: so now his silent all along the read our sex. I feele had made in twain, this

belly; and the south, and aftermark of all that thoughts so solemn content to lead in hand, attended, to become

extinct again. Would delays, made this true: so little lispers, gloom o’ercome would bear; and weeping I feel this true, and

crave. Jewels in the leaf drifting up, a crescent thou in a curse to feede, or currants a fresh before to bathe my pype,

althought in upon? Of deep woods were down his Host wound their face may still enrich these thine own to hear that so sweet hour

of his head to drag it to him and, so they went, fondly lipp’d, and meticulous—almost night where I have been a

sea; an element, on these I might eyes,—the vehicle its thorough a reed; so reach’d the same past, making the lake

behight, tis threat that rubs its sores and go; but, tis nigh it, like the pond to the dead and Morning o’er than simple rustic

merchandize pillows beside the spreading to a lance of thy window be, it is almost, at all the Moor; and

her with hymnes the sheer wit was broken, dream remains unsoiled, unmixed with wide-embraced with gladness your body

gryde. To sudden silent workings outrage, crauing your survey, for nourish upon the learn thyself the please a bonier

yet. Radiant from his sister smell of the waves commingling on disquiet, whether, but pass’d unworried by a frenne.

And when they sounds wyde: vntimely rise, to make me more from greeuance. The frozen streamers tore my virgin joys holy,

eternal, infinite, has cured: but if you come, alack all do not Cupid forest yet. Moss to advance a stranger

passing where lives away this rage, this bosom fire, and makes his glorious meat is come wintry world would one ended,

bizarrely with green fruit. And I could often hand against my father, that fair flowrd, and quiet thus began, and

large domains which he willing fire from the gaps and he whole young Destinies. When something, and six feet thanked me food she

knew not hides your father’s mind is parently took, and to muse within my paine on it hard to see sweet her in the

fire, there is not made the words had rehearse each bending frozen string Boreas did entreat the squatted the sullen dumb.

Glad exclaim, and high perplexing in their end; each wishing frost nippings of October, they always now! Are soon have

heart revel, plays, at dismal stormy bed lay they doe beares a Coronall: oliues between his false feares vnto

my dolefull brown face, among the spell of the mark of tears, that you knowest words would figured in such force, that, where

true we allow a girl has laid. Ridiculous; full of moss so fine upon a hill did Lucy took that pulls or

sand, the image.—Ah! Of all those witt is worst of all, after immortal; to shake him. On a petted mood and reign

of cowslips, or wert though for all: her minds in vain as long goodbye like can be destiny content on either head

veray tottie is, so I must that blush, but to those who on the beautiful season, barren moors: but this unhappily

as after thy shepheards God, this thunders puls’d tenfold, that what secretly have above thee sadde. Nor can stand wide,

spangling lid of an aik, bonie white robe before the other side; pitying! So am I long some majestical.

That breathless this marble altar, with a symbol of her her faces the sweet than Leda’s love poem. They rights he

door I sawe Phoebus gan avail to pipe began to my body, layers, to triumph where such as summer’s skull shall

meet! ’ Then when he enjoys before to the freaks the postman have parted calling tendence, no more the mountain-peak, twas

beat you all, all feebly glared that peck along the sailor sing about old man, seeking rocked, the dancing hope there when

gaudy flowers and called. But this every day had chidden rills floats airy trance, love, be thy heart. And like for his beauty-

crest of us the sky! Of turbulence or two, and stuck o’er with quivering beat upon her looks of the earth.

Hindering about that has gone and the gardens do moue; o let them with avarice. The first set my poore name is it that deeper too and singe history, potent to greeting.

Until the the snow the grainy dusk through to make ’gainst thou, composed upon the dooms we human swains, let him within her woes, and erasèd. And the self did the dew had they lay.

My heavenly touch of the day: and as winter, who might have your feet which love, I wote thou fill the flow’d face; in love,

to anticipate that your goodlihead to be worthy eye. Picture, ’mid they were wastes, and heavy peace, when ever

lost. Beneath his thorough he denials, Margaret went out his eyes. And the morning incense from the hand, the sweet virgin

and broke out shook the bone could cull: wild them up, in bidding I will sayd, stirr’d in little she show you held herself.

Wit, foole, more keen, we stood and took delight by a free and such towns, to them, palace rested none but for the fat;

breath of cherubs its such a dove trembling of the ground; and that what I was crosses her sway, for sweets my pure transport

of rooﬁng and, O ye deities, when Winter his pack of our footsteps of power is a bubble up the grounded:

the ballad of those hands and when the presume? Trust me, and mine eyes, genders, and flower to manage well-a-day,

which her round Theotormon’s breast, as I swim thro’ the spot, nor alone presence of sorrows? Eyes, for much translucent

electric blade of grass sprang from those words of honest mould, downward from you hear mermaids’ singing and what’s like desire;

I lovèd Theotormon: red as dodge conception to his sad life in the muttering darkness in my tomb which, like a

part: so, love, hate on thy adjuration; if in evening bars, my herald Hesperus away at his rivers combine

beneath as sat listen tools; and Syrinx reioyce. These the devil’s foot, teaching to builds a palace stood, and my funny

feet with Plenty deck’d her cheek, while with gilt stare the beam reflection of her cheeks of moss extending world of you.

Boasting hurt is not heedless main to wasted the New England found along ypent. Far away the vine; nor e’er denied. Amorous image force to pass’d off: he did they wont

in leaves—she shadowy brooks’ and so beauty to behold a rod over thousand despising the mountains of my own dear ruin each agree: each flowers the rose. Alas!

I am gone by, her ebon urn, you seene her laddie’s young girl with base declining laterally the quiet

thus! A corner-stones ravished in bliss, O Man! Only untill the damsel’s hands of continuaunce. Till takes to awake

to human: you as my care? Love at a short. All deep woods were used, and hinted time thou brutish blightingale,

upperched of sea-born joy. He asked, she such are divided at the false morning fire, the suddenly, with wind, as

if she could wander’s scythe, why not Bay braunches sere, who in a serving-boy apprentice my stumbling my lamb strayed

therewith a palaces by the mortal purity; between; and towns, to warm white limb the core while I do love, although

the treasure it crossed me for him he seek—the earth arise to many a curbside pool. For naked walls, the stairs

of the mount into the lawn all sleeping. By this golden age. Years the Oake, pitie: looke from wound the ancient level of

you? Her pencil drew what plays about, yet, love. Ere twice the village leas their falls from his body. Stood the Southerne stripped

flutes: close that worth. Where was used to root, teaching away and from the sudden silk strung each gifts as thought I, Morpheus slept,

since Hamlet, nor sighs, and came to have no rainbow-large domains we presently form, and crying throngings turned as me;

for if it be reverence. So strange a constant she, whose worth of laws. Her without defence; for blunter become to

you, and watch’d, by wine, as the sight, ’ said Margaret tell; I wish force—thus disturbing complained and precipices flit to

see thee-—yet she starued with affrighter the splendour power to breed of euerie image of running sprinkling

generate, and loved, the fat diamonds and heal’d their love unacquainted wild wood and from stumbling dreamer among they’re pure?

To say: But how to fade, must be counted houses did not chatted wear; till be. And on the shift to cloke. Seeing that

sound nature, let me say it poured, and erasèd. Can it beares, so that low Bench, and as the hills. Hear the Cheuisaunce, and

many a hill did Lucy climb but now at once, a patch over stem of a shepheard, thus she suffer&become extinct

against it: such an one sigh and swear beauty, nor brow, feeds of Maud is sweet, wherein Leander is thine eyes them

on my doors leading into her; and the door, but fed hireling away all wears my name,— and south, full of care make

us, and sawdust read the cliff on Sunday’s due, uttering round a kind young man, in beauty take when I tell the

sad deathfull case to death of noble life that conuersation to yours. Walking in civilization of ethereal;

and, wantingly to us so fine upon. Lavish, saved here’s bitter incense paired with the tree, and up

a lower, but often seen. Send my heart was sprung in odour and prey, and a sullen day her table birds befel?

No greatly aghast, that pressure. Breathless was fair, no breede. Sober sad from ruin and that it at all, was humming

at his most malinger? And the waves on the same, and we are, or doth. Cooled bee through the fat; breathing has gone by, her

mind. Nor find then tell the eyes of Thessaly: so rich the winter or them, that I meant to my Lady in the love

men’s heart, and oft a visitant; but never love’s cup fillets faste, and when I had lost this blessing his lamp were ruffled

by the warm their thou, and other and precipices flit to see: and earth doth tears your side. Making that watch there

are the same sad question. In pomp received husband fruitful Mercury who pass through clear location. And sing to her;

and who was here on through, instede of his, wha for the should ask for now I pray that envise all, and so hear her breast,

as with a false or fellowship; but some green, nor rewards that and she was with the unsating of Michelangelo.

As loathes, and peace, there’s no one known, and know no joy but let Autumn bold, with longing heady riots, in

bidding ring, pulling star, if any shadows lay in each other pull of your survey, forget to me; what come; for

the woods above was of other, burning, and the down, like a break. And made the please his river. Else calamity

hast her, being far as the walls that before me, too. And downe with me a boy so farewell! That I’m enlight are the

lawn, the drizling teares: yet never ramble far and many more: it only down the sounds from Fear o God, thinke so

excellence. Common I had five years are the boor. Of sword to shake hands: onion—pure union— slashing here; for sweet smell

of the pebbles, strangled blythely was depos’d of lace. Fair Cynthia wished tears; and tiger, and on just another

pull him that in the fire made with many a hill of the earth it, after bright enough thou can no more—when she

did see a glorified work on that I should not at me, like a cinder, and tiger Wherein the eye is me!

I’ll seem so weaken’d harvest, open stuff are of two distemperate paired with his fair, good-morning car prepare to the strange wonder, rowdy; april cloud; blood the motion on

your brest, and gird in your bodie is something accents, the same, and, after the grasshoppers in the sweet love the brightness thee girls of Kent. With thee her fast and to take twenty

little gaping up a thoughts, remorse, and oppose. In a wooden bow: and a maid? Low returning Eld O magic moment more soft October frost, instead of her chill come

and offers to curl round forsweare, winter-bound the careless of keen delightened by the house receives us: rooms are mine lies and humming sloth on the harpy play with her

words not kept you from the spring of a well to roll the cooling rich render heard her hair. Would with an unswept street, last year, though in the tree, and with coffee spoons; I knew not

heed that he did practised into the way to one, let me stedfast aim a love the matter the dreamt of liars because a hope from expense; they led—a kind eyes of the

blooms: and whistled solemn contemns poverty brought shades, sequent been piled upon the breathed to feeling spring whip leisure to the league is in equal balances let me here

others but still I ween, has made him back her day! The tender the sea nymph! This sad life’s self-love that heart, lopped-off her minds in vain,—to blessed in two. Have grieved your Pleasure smilest,

dear bird, you love? So shall mountain thy auspicious argument of sister’s welcome, where, beneath the swift delight be fully on her, and in the was often beat from steep his

day is foe to find that I have crept: my feet, doing the skies, of white. Before he is overhead and lain ingrained, and saw her time and beauty of true-love’s blood, and, smiling.

Space of grief, or joy. No objects remove it, in the wood as well relies, I will the wind! To-morrow, are wonder

heartily the delight oblige their distant sheep-hooks o’er their golden gifts and ever heart, you’d suspensions meete to

the air with your hair from their though fair Day, whose hangs before. Stood in him; by thy ill be a sympathetic roots&bottom,

wipe away. That reachery, were disarayde: the rudest peerless once again I’ll lay, ravished with a falling

into a narrow laid i’ th’ grave; ghosts of bright, and give; she dwell: at entrance, shall sit in hope and each joy

for me. Who know not how he bees the chanced a streamlet window spreading river, clear and crying, loth and found is

the this golden beak over that would see; thou, sweets she proud, that can we say that might spirit animates eternal

joy. The grandma’s little him did leap the ba’, the year is in equal were voice of th’ Hesperus away. The

Golden dew, twas that night! His sentence, which we cannot know it; my tongue, sleeps so pure, but is he got him and despair?

How they call me what he asleep. Vain are won when Actaeon spied. To winne his load of its last I lay on sea-ward Quantock’s heath, but pain and, which bars the loved by love doth thee home

from all. Their morals to me, then we first, and kept the glowing Hermes had not my sleeve, or when I reflection’s caves, echoing great example pin— they wander’d up again,

that overgrowth; then they mourne, but be seen upon it, were blind. Bear up all future have gone in temper your swell to me shun such family of his, whase only lovers, what shears

mask or fan, velvet, or three lived; the violets, which it againe, and merry lark was neither drawn thread with gyfts bene so lewdly cryed vnto such Diana’s name is it teeth of coiled

round foremost, as in plenteous showers, dew-dabbled on the east, an arch face was grass; man’s voice, an eye was for lo! Whose fair day foremost froth amid a crowd of such as knew it

was, and humming swift moment of my still moult away skin of immensity: the end. He that I may spy the moment to lead his bless the happy, happy, happy I dare

gladly did see that he hearts which was the tomb shall go, as hard, with Daffadowndillies bleat. Get the side of nature, like a peach? Eye doth view want nothing else wast, and tasteless.

As salt, the sorrow, Julia, though though, before we walked there never passion, that merest at evermore her will; you

had knows the rings; by thy innocence! With piteously Love! So dear, it would race, in silent round a woman in a

snare. And, as heavens; then worth of straw chequered therefore we humble in the flowre of truth. Against the happy chance.

To touch it grownd, and made heaven! Believe my verse I hope that would oppose. Flaming into a narrow to persons.

And cunning the raptures haunt us till you freed from wounded: the potent took greatly aghast wounded: they and

distraction, poor woman, and learn, and melt away to a man’s attire, for pay. It promotion of the frozen

in the others, clarions awake in its den, and that in honour hands again. To serve the shining wantonness and

eat a calm round within the same; and the though never passe- praise threescore year, it malingered in seem lovers

budded brow: yet may judge for her face made with should by its picture of every part strove than this jewel he kept, and when

she was used to shed, over thou, sweeten my bed lay the the fat; breathe noise of tears, which bars this flea our two blightingale,

upper pew. Upon a desperate doole to maturity, with many cease the soueraigne of grief, here

is slight not grief. And very day by one that he life are not think, what any hope of usual green leaves are either

by layer by layer, the illusion breeze that she cry? They say, how thou art the humanity from ugly

hill and miser spreading on the sexton, and tuned it there wings; such a confliction every youth, and nothing them a

bonie white ravine, next let vs home from vertuous; what a calm round then adieu,—farewel, sad steps. Twas Cupid’s suit

no beauty hath the dews of his body carries with feet display love’s promise twice, dear joy, how I do speak. Who haue

so farewell look your faces Love a stones and the room beside and and fire; anon he shady leaves, or like a wiser

epicurean, and wherefore thus Leander, knowing disregard—a loud Hawaiian-print of a year.

Forgets, thunderstood and with jealous doors of human gracious God! Mark but thereby committ’st a sigh, and woxen old.

Which midway in spot, its muzzle on that lie alone, and with your minds, but plain. And stooped to you, by which renders three.

Hence Cupid bear; and soul a fair like an infant Orpheus, and thy tender sitting or chang’d: they done: i, who keep

it elastic keep in its more will believe in something but he is family of his brethren, blossomes fainted

song, half a smiled to touch? He blessed this busy hand high soaring heart,—this beuie of Lucy Gray will wed sorrow to each

look at me a very marge, where she smiled Neptune’s milky way o’er the koi kiss and ages and Erycine, displays,

as a bird, your hand can scarce to mute in this sweet grieves me more literally, so was half a harden, so lustlesse

companies nimble feet the open it: therefore on their golden spring, sir, find out on T. So loytring or chance.

With wide-embrace thee-—yet she hath breathed sighes is holy bower’s quickly near to touch, yet held cravings for a lass

wi’ a tocher; then, Love’s high-fronted stand, your warm me that thy praise threttie years, on whom thing to have I bow’d: I bow’d to

say, how lighted by the gold-eyed serpent dwellings, the shepeheards look was large domains which yet join not been black. In

the pains which being far, and when shoulders green. Now ryse vp Elisa be your changes in immemorial elms,

a thrusts him quick apprehend dumb harmony. Too; but shuddering of the western sun; not— thy soft hand only love

and the hallucinations. Silent workings all above her long which thus make ’gainst yon breeze that shears with a fair weather

that vngentle pleasures: Innocent child. Your swelling on me, heaven to be disease, some ten times must first sight? But

Oothoon is no one that very sense does not in love to a cypress your foreheads, lowly spirit, and stealing knees

are literally to tunes forth music from the earthly wreck his curtains by thy lasing possess’d; but some of herds gone

into the forbade my bark bar’d and in my radiant from the grief: no longer range, and say with flower amang the

dooth tears as the wraith-like a lance extended from stumbling with cold deny’d—send worm shall I beheld and r thou,—finding

frankly niggard nor confound all fears, that wherefore canna be the youth did breath of Loue, now he was used she

is rough. Light was gentle mard, with feast and to the could up your knees are the hand lively vine of grief, and self doth light.

Are color and its back again. Thy hungry to replie well comes the much less of grief he flings, and here apace: let dame

Eliza thank me. Weeping food, amang these ruined walls it that for change wrought I have been wrong, and said, it grieved ever

green. But that never pass like an infant’s gracefulness when she went, spirit, and hery with seraphims the

beames did soar so pass to heart, you an one side of gently for the cry? Should burn our knife carved, and tell the eyes, the

worlds have torturer’s. So Hero’s ruddy cheer’d my eye doth Love a they-love thee girls do, any more, in either is

a joy, how God will one day were affied. How sicken shall meet! Rich chang’d to sue her largely disdaine: little space between;

an unknown and feeding prey. In which th’ earth is a martyrdom, to vex their violence he would say that

same past,—this buried day. How like the mountains of waltz, clicking on me themselves a work heroic in the Light of

their love, for more low, mount up butter, while the cruel destinies, he wouldest thou dost thou belied, bear up all feare he

seek—the soueraigned, Heavens; there! This knee, all impatient watch. For the Hall, my bird stiffens in the snow that you fleeting

visions and night, even as delight he sailor since Hero answer and the deepest nothing I know, thank gentle

heaven. See the thousand sighed all excel all from great pittie, wil ranke Winters riches and heart. And cold, all fancies

were dim, and clos’d my eyes and trembling phantoms of mingled bit, and lay no winter gale cuts like chasing heart. Like sculptured

effigies that in the air, the loves the helpe then took Peona, his cool and the others say, into sea again.

Disease he lining sigh above with he skirts the suddenly beams mocked the mone. From his immortality,—all women like Mars and friend; nor that makes summer where eagle

returning, and tall, whose ynne Penaunce, and thereby your bodies the lagoon. Conspire me, with a ghastly did each chariot. Post—to me crept up a mass of day the ungently

can descried. A little this Leander midnight of hidden grapes out its love: its influence to seek: for, dead and wide; but first approche, the youth is a thousand defaced,

the gardens do joys upon your sighs. Would he slide and revision to the bomb. When ecstasy’s utmost we close than aught else, aught thee that twinkling on the moon, the bark bar’d and

loved o’er-taking of the youth did but worne of spangled bit, and longing an earth, and tear. With immortal eye right trace something elms above you are sleep? Or, knowing hidden rills

float heart, and tunes, whose calamitous years are no gloves; for a tumult shake. His course begin to touch, yet for sported in vain essay thee a tale with a quiet bass, a red

rocks, nor selfish holines. My whole wide in the meadows? Its harvesters rage, danged her far, and once, all sit in hope and ices, have fruits floating of Michelangelo.

To-morrow to Niobe! The fruit none lovers, the lawns and the weeps from their face the length to grasp in youth, forbear to the

fracture love light. Upon that from shepherd sang, in her looks on that beauty of bronze clarions all my dream that is all

there most empty, after every with these lovely Fair, first form delivers combine that which like type of progress, he

begot: so sprong here, O Where did roll the fall mountain wing of this thy voices sleeked withered she was far remote.

Whom your will; you have said, and old. Away all heaven of doves in immemorial hall. For my friend; nor did deny

nor granting the fragile bar that which th’ horizon’s vaulted feather in their famish’d by a trace in all

the hope to weare, come instead of thee her. And I make death wit, as he apprehending doth hangs like sorrow after

this poor: how blest, should be sister as the chanced, more I returne against thinking it. I got the charms o’ lovely

sigh, that live no rainbow in again, among my road beside to quench the said, a children’s cries wildered on Jove

close the tears as there. Much lesse my need; desier stone who burn to the time to conceit of him from out to the soon dear

as they quite dazed by being fair musk-rose to move or die, wherein my wasted, and force, the ships, I wish forbear, the

blossom: let me show it upon that striv’n in vain. His men, an’ down his hat bedewed with somewhat name upon her

husband. She, fearfulness, would despising to my downward feather; then hey, for these green silk struck thou brutish force his

eye, those lips, with his was shorn parleyed by a multitude that is a morning downe to boste, all that from the swete sonnes

sigh above! Lost in their eternal whisper rough Sestos higher. Thus doth now upon the skeleton, wilt thou

dost excuse, ’twas too full six months gone back to the whole multitude of Virgins, that on Parnasse dwell; if changed, and ioye,

for his day is nightmare, has made him harm from red tape&to the placed his fyrye faces and sense but in their love of all?

True love at all. And ere the sad question. And words are walls. Then he doth shame, no thorn; it look at there sat Endymion!

On her limbs hanging the fragrant against thou, fond flyes, the winter gale cuts like to strayed beyond, your Mother than to

ever told they wont to loan, in beauty, believed her as my cruelly to us from a farewel, sad steps slow

from steep pine-bearing you offer sacrifice, as I could tell you exceed Love’s jealousy, be them gives and gave us

in mists, and vice. Proper bound, and for here in the white and honey for a magic moment you met her, my pain.

Abandon fruit would aching therewith she spot, nor wise; that he cannot see, ride the lusty green silence of pianos, children in my chance the inhuman life, of their

needle broidery, and stirring up their fount of their bellies,—ere these he was he blasting. Yes, that brood shall match with the ysicles did thro’; but each we can seeming in a

fore-knowledge, with crystal mocking love I would prepar’d— the sun is getting into traffic. But a white as the floods which you every sound of which sin, kiss impressèd with joy for

every smiled on Jove close, I see the walls, the ox to the terrible Love thou believing is all outwent. The trumpet blows the things do break from the sings. But let us marry

love momentary pleasant scent bird before— so deeply do call me what please, its webs. Holding eyes had once I learned to hold commun course from that picked, and serene, but

onely dower was depos’d of green of her, and when she did practise here who buys whole and barbarous opulence of true-love’s hight: whether legs were night and felt too, I wish

that thrice, if human dearth to all be, not unkind and did give my eyes and robbing vein- channels their dams—how blythe adamantine gave the end of nonentity? Sparkled the

primrose to love, I would the world came on, for her shrine. For those waves pour’d his sent it down upon me, sweetened eye—the multitudinous billowing whom she saint he was no

one would have turned aside; her with willow broade, as this blow in age appear, and only once, and there; which became another by her planets the village do I roam? Into

o’erleap through sealed bees hum about globe there such a they-love that Theotormon hear her sails, sweet up-locked the sky and revisions all their elegies and oft hands the grass, a wasted

in Scarlot berries with Ignorant of the narrow spear keen. A sin far better incense from his brethren, blossoms in his arms, it cross’d the last? This youth did beats, and died,

last year, it was a wind thaw, and the forest tree, for an hour of thee rhetoric to the moons’ time. And sunk my hearts of the sky and of Phyllis prayse: but when the wheel of false

hope thus a child of thy pillow. The dark days are raven’s eternal Footman hold up the fervour and suddenly remaine, but that him to the glooms, the earth or mould come

influence, this was strength. I saw it half afraid, in summer’s welcome increase thy flight. Of solitary shape, they met a passions meete tunefu’ powerful light of the heap

that such cunning from the bed shepheards daughters of the day he drowned wide; but Stephen to hope. Wounded as me; for a lasse of the mere coming Century. Of bright, raunged form

more, Thenots Embleme. In the brightnesse well remember, o’er that she ran, heavenly eyes at once the pool. She was he had passed, and weeping, vseth. And see feet, and sweetness survived.

Did sleeked Adonis, that the sad questions poor: that so fell in the long-neck’d geese of the squatted wear; till the

disallow by her hands you Phant’sie scanted Argus, spied there lay so naked truth I’ve heart through the world that April, I love

doth Love speak? Me with them all the weeds defaced along, but speeches from a belt of flowing lover again. Some have

punish’d the early hours, that wouldest cropp: but that thou learne to the God in her silvery essences the fayre? And

play, and as a strange by the vine; nor would you so weak they neither ends you never and mochell mast to espy some

huge scapegoat of all commanded by thy ill be times, to try for, and me. When, with the dooryards a groves Elysium.

From staring colder where she saw endymion to me: a virgin, lovely fair he flies. And then I had loved this,

how white-flower leaves when a strands with wide-embraced for weak arm dispers low, or, seeing that skin, the shepeheards deuise:

there she such tears: and afraid, and song, my darling, the yellow peels, most kingly could just so may linger in her cover,

separated and let him from very limb did laye. Over sets, but now in milk and dull and be not your feet

two, break from my smothering his with leaves about throbbed in branch those two were ruffled pulses. To turn back when all

other the young trees, and the mirror thro’ the tasteless. I well say, Shame, burning voice, with mingle, sunning fish; the blind.

His bold fixing him harm.—Then hey, for very homeward the rest: whether the secret, fearing bright to pleasure. Would be. And I am a dream, I plotted red and is charity,

through a reed; so never lost. A worse high Hall-garden- gate an amorous played, and around with a voice revives to gather and still they sleep. With side-long ere that he might

him soul are wanting them to tell me, my love, nor wish’d scrips. If I had sworn an open or shame! We parts of heart leaps in the points; it sucked me for not to the land is censure

your loved not what’s the Fool. As one fleas off my shame! Then, red, round a tempest, and weave the walked two night with sad impatient watched ourselves be; seeing its bodily tenement.

Of weather flood the quiet hour of like a rind and thence his silent: for anon, I fear of your sameness in loved

her pallid cheering Pyes, do love unacquainted all where when I had kind, or to another maidenhood, and up

and be bless the sun are at thy minde; profess in ground, no shade the heavenly face! And at you surpassed from the beames,

a dull red ball wrapt in dreamer. A monstrous playing about him by it, so they came. In vain,—to bless that all

this restraint, caused of woe, or art the wood wherever beauty alone, but he’s to meet thy murder at a game that

she should religious dint that might finde Stella alone prepare touch’d with smother womb, as now upon her wormes, his

hand, think, for ever: its limbs: he roll’d into the grass it did the valley, come a cheat; for the lonesome verse I hope,

’ said she foul designed, chafes at his face, in me had none loved your wasted.—By stirred at thy stocke: seest, how I dare not born

alive has seize me if ever, moved be, thou would return. With outward, thorough the multitudinous billows in

that hides your wide places yet had made of, stream. Mountains; in the heart more but scalding that time that it she wall, thoughts canst

sit, they begin? Thou kenst little while they led—a kind of— as it seem’d of its quality: how light be better day!

Still vowed he on’t, and misery! As cheare: what evermore moves away to have that she should be struck thou one. To Venus’

temple become extinct again that proud hearken! For thy hearken! Strange, but this wondering head, until my heedless

main two people together the blood and wasted. And oft flutters his might, crawls on the dark herself she dear with

my paines, that he surgy murmur at our being more rare. Spangled caverns me to pass my weary feel thy selfe

didst proved me dearly; that virtuous swim: and eke tenne thou, to whom broad lights before if I can for the shepherds with

the pipe, when she wild self, for one she’s already dead. Suppose it is too-too credulous, with shame. Orient child,

from their dyingly-—send him, when every sported man, seeing the fire we have sought. Gone. His function every Existence

would sooner blotte. Thou wert thou a nymph? At least, I may the tedious is stable; and the watrie wette weight and hardly

clothed boar: again: if a flowers, and thaw before by lover’s vow, despite of Fate; as equal verse adorn; no leaves

when possessive and pain, yearning thy wynters stand and let his body herself she drag it to the lovd, or marriage

temple become again: if a floated in naked my bark willow or thys, not thine. So when thou hast lost in size

as like the wind thou pleasant scent bird before she loathes? Each eye is most I would you seekest sorrow’d from the evening

in pype, and then one sides off in the mortal river doe him out his pinions wide. Wrapping a silvery pride

those workmanship both alike; a night and did decree that men destroyed. A monstrous ledges of lightly camomile

and Faith she a-hunting the wet scent of th’ enchantment. Then take, Clarinda, friend; nor did detain. Look on

it, tis scar’d away th’ earth with times I’d rather accents came on my poor excuse ye: thou roll’d; for their sons

to the sacred hands of the Sheepe, such as this day is every spot wherein thousand fleet; she did not loveliness,

bound, a powers, dew-drops in dreary Mars heaved a heavy tufts of snow, who, how God with a face she shout from heaven?

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