#dew is a little vain

[kalesaladd]

dew: we both look very handsome tonight.

rain: you know, if you'd just said that i looked handsome, i would have said, “so do you."

dew: i couldn't take that chance.

[seancekitsch]

Hey! Absolutely LOVE your Gwayne series! You write him so well <3 If you're still taking requests, could you write a Gwayne x reader where he gets jealous of an interaction the reader has with Criston? Thank youuu<3

ahhh thank you!!! this ones a shortie but fun

You can feel his eyes on you before you even see them, a pin pricking feeling at the back of your head that makes your scalp itch. You attempt, however in vain, to ignore it. It is too soon to turn your head, too soon for eyes to meet. 

“Ser Criston, can you make sure this gets done?” you ask him, a sweet smile on your lips. The man is all too serious, all too quiet and easy to bristle. It is a wonder the Queen keeps him so close, though he taught the two eldest princes everything they know. 

“Yes, Lady Hightower,” he nods, bowing as he turns to leave. His gloved hand slips tight around the small purse you had given him, holding onto it as if it is something that could save the realm. It takes only a moment before another pair of gloved hands touches you, this time the hands grasp your hips tightly. You do not need to turn to know exactly who the hands belong to, nor what words will come from his mouth. 

“Must you tease me?” 

You gasp, as the closeness of the voice does indeed surprise you. His breath fans out across your ear, and sends shivers down your spine. Oh, you’re in for it. 

“Tease you? I simply asked a Kingsgaurd to deliver a letter to your sister,” you tell him, glad that he cannot see your face, in fear your smile may give away your game. He sighs, his heat enveloping you in the morning dew. 

“Is that a crime, now?” You ask, loving the way his grasp tightens on you, fingers digging into you. 

He chuckles behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder momentarily, notedly not a kiss against your skin. His hair tickles your neck, and you make a point to remember to give his hair a little trim before bed tonight. 

“It is a crime when it’s him,” he tells you, lips now ghosting the side of your neck, “And when you look so fucking ravishing today.”

You laugh as you turn in his arms, your husband’s scowl greeting you as his fingers now fall dangerously at the back laces of your gown. His eyes bore into you, though his anger is not for you, never for you. 

“Please, that pout is unbecoming,” you chide him, lifting your hands to brush your thumbs against the corners of his lips as if you could wipe the frown from his lips. It works, if only slightly, the harsh edges of his frown starting to melt into a flatter and less offensive line. 

“You are a cruel woman, I should have listened to father,” he says, his voice wavering in its heavy tone. You fake a scoff, one of your hands lightly slapping at his chest as your face contorts in fake hurt. 

“What has Otto said about me this week? Truly you’re not still thinking of annulment, are you?”

He pulls your flush against him, burying your face into his tabard as he holds you tightly, his hands wandering scandalously towards your ass. 

“Now see, while you taunt and humiliate me I cannot bear a thought like that. You want to know why?” he does not even wait for you to nod against his chest, although you do, “It is because you are mine, and I am free to grab handfuls of this bottom of yours anytime I’d like.”

And with that, he makes good on his word, gripping your ass so forcefully he lifts you slightly and makes you rise to your toes. Your hands rise up, arms wrapping around his neck to stabilize yourself as he knocks you off balance. 

“Gwayne!” you squeal, giggling like a maiden at his boldness. While the two of you have never been shy about your affections, he often does things that can bring a blush to your cheeks at his audacity. 

“Come, tell me why you feel the need to play with my feelings like this,” he nearly begs, his nose nudging at your face to urge your lips closer to his, “Why must you speak to him?”

“Ser Criston?” you ask, not completely ready to give up the game, though you know it now may end with Gwayne pushing you up against a bower in the garden or forcing you to sit in a servants stairwell while he takes what he needs. You encourage it, provoke it even. 

“Do not dare speak his name, wife, please,” his voice growing more ragged and desperate, his right hand pushing further down to grip at the back of your thigh and threatening to push apart your thighs where you stand. People can see, and they probably do; but you are but newlyweds, and your love and appetites for one another are still new. Exceptions to decency might be made in your case. 

“Ease yourself, husband. I only tease you because of this response. I love to see you hungry,” you tell him, your teeth grazing across his bottom lip. You know you are playing with fire, but you cannot help it. Gwayne stirs something within you that you never felt possible.

“And I am so hungry for you,” he concurs, finally capturing your lips in a kiss biting and rough and all too quick. He pulls his lips from you, and his hands almost entirely save for his gloved hands covering yours as he starts to walk backwards and pull you towards the inner layers of the keep. 

“Shall you sate my hunger?” he asks, his smile finally breaking on his face. 

And who are you to deny him?

[darkened-writer]

imagine | Star

This is based on a TikTok by @ / hamrikaa , their art piece is so stunning and I hope I can capture the sadness and beauty of it. This imagine was also made with Mitski's 'Star' in mind, so please enjoy.

PAIRING || Astarion x Tav (reader)

WORD COUNT || 881

PART TWO

Old and withered bones, the smell of old wood, and the quiet of night as red eyes were trained on the sleeping body of Tav.

Who knew that seventy-two years could pass so quickly?

As each day passed, their body aged and aged, while he stayed still so young and bright.

Like a star.

But, the years spent together were never, ever in vain, as marriage happened, nights wrapped up in eachothers arms, gentle caresses and whispered nothings. Reassurances and soft kisses on every exposed part of skin.

He never knew how much he need to be touched in a soft manner.

He never knew how much he needed to be held.

If anyone were to tell him back before their journey that he’d find someone to live for, he would’ve laughed in their face.

Their chest rose, up and down, up and down, hoarse and shallow. Tav knew it, He knew it too, it wasn’t long before they’d pass on. It was creeping up on the two of them like a deadly darkness.

The darkness was something that he was used to, but gods, did he want to stay in the sun for as long as possible with Tav.

“My Sweet, wake up…”

Their eyes opened slowly, the muscles frail and feeble, their gaze shaky.

“Would you come with me? Just on the balcony, My Dear.”

“Isn’t it almost sunrise…?”

There was a knowing look shared, Tav’s head shaking, the most movement he’d seen from them as of late.

“No… No…”

They’re lifted up into his arms and carried promptly despite the barely strong pushing against his chest, but they give up, just leaning their head into the crook on his neck until the cool night air hits their skin, eliciting chills. The sky was subtly lighting up, so slow, and yet the pit in Tav’s stomach was heavy.

Astarion couldn’t live without them.

So, he’d go with them.

He sets them down next to him, wrapping an arm around their shoulders, pulling them in as his eyes stay focused on the colors that have started to paint the skies.

Red, Purple, Orange.

“Ideally, even when I was just a spawn, sometimes I thought about walking into the sun to end my suffering. Dissipating into the air, alone, hopeless, missing my old life.”

A beat of silence.

“But…” He looks down at Tav’s resting head, a adoring look in his apple red eyes.

“I was taught, by someone, who was my favorite little travelling companion that… life was worth living for. And, I found myself living for them. Without them, I could never… would never.. Make it another day.”

His voice wavers into the crisp morning air, the dew upon the grass and leaves of trees sending an earthy smell into the atmosphere.

“So, I cherished every single hour, minute, second, and fleeting moment with them because I knew that the day that they were set to die, I’d have no choice but to go with them.”

“Astari–”

“Shh… let me finish, Darling.”

They let him continue.

“I’d move mountains for you to live for another century, to live for ions with me, hand in hand, watching others pass, get old, live their own lives while we continue our together but… our story– our story has come to a close, My Dear.”

His hand shifts to hold Tav’s.

“As I see it, we are a star that has burnt out. We’re tired, aren’t we?”

Tav erupts into a coughing fit, in which Astarion holds them close until they calm down.

The sun begins to rise, slowly, the beams hitting the grass as it slowly moves to cover the entirety of everything, all at once.

“I think we lived well, all things considered.”

He looks down at them, listening to them speak.

“That knife to my neck was quite the impression. And the seduction. But, I knew that all you needed was compassion.”

“You were always a wicked little thing, but your kindness knew no bounds.”

His skin began to flake, a gasp rising from his throat as he held on for dear life, cold hands grasping his lover.

“I never knew love until I met you, and I hope if there is another life after this, we may reunite and continue where we left off, My Treasure.”

A tear fell down his pale cheek, heat radiating from him as he begins to fade into the ether. His head leans down to connect with Tav’s, eyes open, looking into theirs as the last thing he wanted to see before he truly disappears, is the first thing he noticed about Tav. Their eyes.

“See you soon?”

“See you soon.”

The red is gone and now replaced by the view of an empty chair, Tav now sat alone as the sunrise graced their wrinkled skin, but nothing could ever replace the warmth of Astarion. Nothing.

A week later, Tav’s body was discovered curled up on Astarion’s side of their shared bed, a small smile gracing their face, as if satisfied with their life, all the ups and downs, battles won and lost, blood shed and wounds patched up. All of it cultivated to a love that would transcend past their last breath.

Even a dead star can be made anew.

In another life.

[sentientgolfball]

Like the Sun, the Moon, and the Stars in the Sky

I'm absolutely sick for these two being soft for each other you have no idea

Read here or on Ao3

Pairing: Stardew

Word Count: 2735

Tags: self-deprecating Phantom, Dew is so very soft, mirror sex, teeny tiny twinge of body horror but that's only because Phantom is exaggerating their scars

Summary: Dew can see himself in Phantom for all the wrong reasons. He tries to get them to see what he sees.

Dew wasn’t always the confident ghoul who loved to flaunt and show himself to the world. He wasn’t always one to dress up in a tight little outfit that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. To someone on the outside, it would seem like Dew is one of the most vain ghouls in the Ministry but those closest to him know it’s quite the opposite. He clawed his way through fire to get to where he was. 

When he was a water ghoul he knew what he had. He knew just how pretty he was, everyone was always telling me so. He could bat his eyes and have Ifrit on his knees. If he flipped his long silver hair over his shoulder Mountain would be there with his lips glued to his gills. He’d stretch after a good nap, a little bit of his shirt riding up and Aether would be on him before he finished yawning. He would be completely focused on his music and Zephyr would wrap an arm around his waist and pull him into their side with a growl. 

He was a pretty, sweet, delicate little thing. 

He forgot this after his transition to fire. Oh, he had wanted the change sure, but some dark part in his mind would whisper to him. It told him he made a mistake, he wasn’t the same how could any of them love him anymore? He compared himself to Alpha and Ifrit, convinced he’d never look as gorgeous as two real fire ghouls. He saw the horrid scars that used to be his gills, his matte black limbs, and the sharp spines that used to be his fins. He knew he was being lied to when his pack still called him beautiful. Dew refused to look in a mirror for weeks after the ritual. When he finally did, it only made these feelings worse. He shattered the mirror when he saw one of his horns had broken when he realized even his curtain of now blonde hair couldn’t hide the gashes in his neck. He had wholly devoted himself to the Morning Star and what did it get him but a broken, mangled body? 

When Rain came along it was like something in Dew clicked into place. At first Dew had hated him, he was nothing more than a reminder of everything he had given up. That had changed the first time Rain saw him without a shirt. He had been going to the laundry room, fresh out of every hoodie and jacket he bundled himself in to hide. He didn’t think anyone was in the den. They had stared at each other like two frightened deer before Rain breathlessly muttered the word that altered Dew’s brain chemistry. 

Beautiful. 

Dew’s path was long, but it only got better from that moment on. He stopped constantly wearing layers upon layers of clothing to hide his scars. He finally let other ghouls take him to bed who weren’t Aether or Mountain. He finally allowed those two to fully undress him. When Ifrit kissed the fire symbol that had been carved onto his chest with the same reverence normally reserved for sacred objects Dew nearly wept. He finally felt like he belonged in his body. He finally felt like Dewdrop again. 

This is why it was so easy for him to spot it in the new ghoul. He’s not sure if he’s the only one who noticed, but he wouldn’t be surprised with how well they hide it. At first Dew thought he was reading too much into things, silently searching for something that wasn’t there. But the moment Phantom used their glamour for the first time Dew knew he was right. It was subtle but unmistakable the way their eyes fell when they saw their scars still covering their face. 

Dew had wanted to do something. He couldn’t let those feelings fester in the little bug. Unfortunately, Dew is not the best when it comes to these deep rooted feelings. He did his best to make Phantom feel appreciated, changing the strings on their guitar, giving them his extra pillow on the bus, and accompanying them to the mall that was near one of their venues. He had hoped Phantom would confide in him or at the very least make some off-handed self-deprecating joke that Dew could argue against, but it never came. Still, he noticed the way they avoided looking in the mirror for too long, the way they’d run their hands over the Lichtenberg figure scars every single time they had their glamour in place. 

Dew really couldn’t do anything about it until they were home from tour. Everything was too chaotic on the road for them to have any real heartfelt moments. That didn’t stop Dew from trying to figure something out. He had something planned, a moment where he’d steal Phantom away to go stargazing or maybe watch a thunderstorm roll in and Dew would whisper his adoration to them. 

That plan was thrown out the window though when Dew came into the kitchen for dinner this evening and Phantom wasn’t there. Dew immediately questioned the rest of the pack. 

“They said they were taking a quick shower before dinner” Cirrus supplies. 

“Yea quick” Aurora giggles “It’s been like thirty minutes.” 

“If we compare that to Rain technically it is quick” Swiss flicks the water ghoul with the end of his tail who hisses in return. 

Dew hums in acknowledgment before walking to his own room to get changed into something more comfortable. He stops though outside of Phantom’s door. He doesn’t know why, but something deep within was telling him he needed to check on them. He tried to ignore it, telling himself they’re just showering for Satan’s sake, but he already had the lock popped before he could stop himself. 

The scent of melted plastic nearly made him fall over with how strong it was. All the lights were off. The shower wasn’t running. The bed was empty. Dew peered into the bathroom to see if maybe they were hiding in there, but he came up empty-handed. That’s when he heard a small sniff from his right. He looked over only to see Phantom huddled up under their desk, knees drawn up to their chest and their face hidden. 

“Bug?” Dew crouches down to their level. 

“I’m sorry” they sob. 

“What? Why are you sorry?” 

“I know you’re only here to bring me out. I’m sorry I didn’t…I was going to take a shower honestly but then I just…I just—“ another sob wrecks their body and the space is momentarily filled with purple light as quintessence jumps from her Lichtenberg figure scars. 

Dew shakes his head, tentatively reaching out to place a hand on their arm. When they don’t pull away he scoots closer. 

“No Phantom, buggy, I came to check on you.” 

“Why?” 

“Just had a feeling” Dew shrugs “what happened?” 

It’s quiet for a moment as Phantom takes the time to find their voice. They slowly look up, eyes shining and puffy. 

“I’m disgusting.” 

“What?” 

“Oh come on Dew look at me I’m covered in scars that I can’t hide no matter how hard I try! I’m shattered! Hells even if I could hide the scars there’s no way to get rid of this!” They let the tips of their fingers slip into the empty void that should’ve been their left eye. 

Dew gasps and grabs their wrist quickly, stopping them from going any further. They let him guide their fingers away from their face as more tears start to fall. 

“Phantom…” but Dew doesn’t know what to say. 

He knows words won’t do anything. He could call them beautiful until his vocal chords gave out and it still wouldn’t clear the fog from their mind. Maybe that’s a blessing, Dew has never been one with words. He does his best with his body, so that’s what he does. He gently pulls Phantom out from under their desk. They thankfully don’t resist, allowing Dew to drag them out and into his lap. He holds them there, pressing their ear to his chest and wrapping his tail around them. He lets them cry for as long as they need to, gently rubbing their back. 

When their shoulders stop shaking Dew cups their face, softly guiding them to look at him. He brushes his thumb across the underside of their eyes, wiping the stray tears away. Dew pressed his forehead to theirs and sighs. 

“You’re beautiful to me Phantom.”

“Liar” they let out a halfhearted whine. 

“Trust me…” Dew whispers before gently pressing a kiss to their forehead. 

He travels down, kissing the corners of their eyes, then their nose, their cheeks, and the corners of their mouth. He pulls away only for a moment to stare into Phantom’s eyes, hoping to the Lords Below they’ll be able to see every word that gets caught in his throat. He leans back in slowly, giving them plenty of time to stop him, before capturing them in a kiss. 

It's soft for only a moment before Dew is pressing more insistently against their lips like this kiss alone could get them to see what Dew sees. To feel what Dew feels when he looks at them. He’d give them the breath from his lungs if it meant they would know how radiant they look. 

Even when they part they still close, lips ghosting over each other’s when Dew speaks. 

“Please believe me when I say you’re beautiful.” 

“I can’t…” 

“Let me show you what I see then.” 

Dew scoots back until he’s pressed against the end of Phantom’s bed. He turns them so they’re both facing the floor-length mirror in the corner of their room. Phantom keeps their face tucked into Dew’s neck. 

“Look” Dew gently urges. 

“Come on love bug look.” 

They hesitantly lift their head and turn towards the mirror. They put all their focus on Dew’s glowing eyes. He smiles in the reflection before pressing a kiss right below their ear. He peels their shirt off with no real hurry, dragging the tips of his claws over their skin to make them shudder. He kisses over every inch of skin that’s exposed to him, sucking lightly on their neck and nipping at their shoulders. They sigh and lean their head back against Dew’s shoulders. 

“Keeping watching Phantom. You have to watch me.” Dew whispers into their ear before softly rolling the lobe between his teeth. 

Dew doesn’t continue until he sees Phantom lift their head and make eye contact with him in the mirror. When he does, Dew laves over the branches of the scars on their neck, sucking deep marks over them as evidence of his love. He doesn’t stop until he feels a small spark of quintessence ripple through his body. 

“Sorry” Phantom tries to look away again but Dew doesn’t let them. 

“No more apologies.” 

They open their mouth like they’re going to protest before closing it and nodding rapidly a few times. 

“Good boy” Dew whispers before slowly trailing his claws down their body to hover over their hips. 

He goes slow, making sure they’re watching as he pops the button on their pants. He whispers sweetness into their ear as they pull their pants and underwear off, leaving them bare before the mirror. Dew takes only a moment to rip his own shirt off, exposing the worst of him. He grabs Phantom’s hand and rests them against the scars where his gills used to be on his abdomen. 

“Do you think I’m ugly?” 

“What!” Phantom tries to turn to meet Dew’s eyes. He holds them still. 

“Just look, it's okay. 

Phantom nods and swallows. 

“Good. Do you think I’m ugly Phantom?” 

“Of course I don’t! You’re one of the prettiest ghouls I’ve ever seen” they thumb over Dew’s scars absentmindedly as they talk. 

“Even though I’m covered in scars like you? Covered in the burnt remnants of what I used to be.” 

“I…well that’s different you can hide yours.” 

“Even if I couldn't, would you still call me pretty?” 

Phantom sighs “Of course I would. You’re you.” 

“Then do the same for yourself.” 

When Phantom doesn’t respond Dew removes one hand from their hips to slowly stroke their half-hard cock. Phantom gasps when those warm, lithe fingers wrap around him. He drags his fist over their length, squeezing gently with every pass over the head. Dew holds their hip still to stop them from bucking into his hand.  

“You’re beautiful Phantom” Dew kisses over their shoulder, minutely speeding up his hand over their cock. 

Phantom whimpers and shakes their head, yet his eyes fall to where Dew’s hand is working them. 

“Say it.” 

“Dew I can’t…please.” 

“Say it.” 

They gulp and shake their head with a whine. 

Dew lets go of their dick, letting it drop to sit heavy against their thigh. Their eyes shoot up to search for Dew’s in the mirror, concern and confusion written all over their face. Dew meets their gaze with intensity, determination set over every sharp angle. Phantom feels their resolve whither under those burning eyes. 

They mumble something and Dew wraps his hand around their cock, holding but not moving. 

“I didn’t hear you.” 

“Dew come on.” 

He waits, not dropping his gaze from Phantom’s reflection. 

“I’m…I’m beautiful.”

“Damn right you are” Dew starts stroking his cock again, thumbing at the tip to collect the pre beading there. 

“You’re gorgeous Phantom and I mean that. I can’t get enough of you. I would spend every moment tracing the paths of your lightning if you’d let me.” 

Phantom keens when Dew sucks another mark over their shoulder. They don’t want to believe him, they don’t want to accept what Dew says is true. But the conviction that he says it with makes it impossible to keep out. Their cock kicks in his hand, blurting a thick glob of pre over his knuckles as Dew continues his whispering of devotion. 

“Gorgeous. My gorgeous ghoul.” 

“Dew oh fuck Dew I’m gonna cum.” 

Dew hums in acknowledgment, setting a more steady pace. 

“Watch Phantom. I want you to watch and see how pretty you are. I need you to see it.” 

They couldn’t look now if they tried, eyes glued to the way the tip of their dick disappears and reappears in Dew’s hand. They glance away only for a moment to try to find his eyes in the reflection, but their gaze accidentally lands on themselves. They gasp a moan at the sight of their flushed cheeks and the small glow coming from their scars. When Dew notices he laughs and licks up the column of their throat to whisper directly into their ear. 

“I told you. Just look at how fucking pretty you are.” 

Phantom moans and bucks into his fist, spilling over his knuckles and onto the floor. Dew jacks them through it, muttering praise as he milks every last drop from them. He doesn’t stop until Phantom whines from the overstimulation, cock spent and sensitive. 

Dew buries his face into the side of their neck, kissing over their skin. They sit like that for what feels like an eternity until Phantom wiggles in his grasp. Dew loosens his arms enough to let them turn around to face him. They kiss him before curling up and burying their head in his chest, ear pressed right over the fire symbol. 

“Promise you won’t tell the others? I don’t want pity.” 

“Only if you promise that you’ll find me when things get too loud” Dew pokes the side of their head. 

“You’re really not gonna let this go huh?” 

“Absolutely not.” 

There’s a pause.

“Thank you” they mumble against his skin. 

Dew closes his eyes and buries his nose into their hair. His heart clenches thinking about what must’ve been running through their head before they finally broke. He hopes that maybe just maybe he’ll be able to break through to them. He knows that feeling. Knows what it’s like to look in the mirror and not recognize yourself. Phantom doesn’t deserve that. He just hopes that whatever Rain was able to do for him, he was able to do for Phantom. Phantom deserves someone as soft as Rain and if Dew has to douse the fire in his veins to that then he will without question. 

He always will.

[lady-of-tearshed]

Unprofessional duties

Cassian x Reader

Cassian Week 2024

Day 7: Free Day

@cassianappreciationweek

Summary: You and Cassian are both generals from different Courts. Him, the famous general of the Night Court, you, the skilled and strong general of Day Court. What would happen if Helion, nosey High Lord that he is, ordered you to take the night off and enjoy the festivities with your sexy general? 😏💕

Warnings: Smut below the cut, penetrative sex, outdoor sex, mention of alcohol, jealousy, angst, light swearing, unprotected sex.

Word count: 3,590k

Dividers by @tsunami-of-tears

You were magnificent, breathtaking. The whole room fell silent as you appeared in the tall golden archway. It was as if your beauty had taken away the breath of every Faes in this ballroom. 

The white chiffon and satin fabrics shone like a fine layer of dew delicately sprayed atop your body. The soft gold accents on your white dress matched with Helion's outfit, the colors and style representing the Day Court's traditional fashion. 

Your attire left plenty, too much in your honest opinion, of uncovered skin, leaving little to the imagination. But your complaints about the too high slits at the sides, your exposed back, and the risqué dip of the front of your dress were in vain. Helion had insisted that this dress was the one you absolutely needed to wear by his side tonight. "To represent the Day Court's couture at its finest," he had said. 

Your attire also gave you a pretty imposing bearing.

You walked down the stairs beside Helion, your entrance not going unnoticed, just as your High Lord had planned by arriving late. Helion loved people's attention, and most of all loved to make you feel all flustered by forcing you to join him in these attention seeking events. 

Helion bent down, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear unnecessarily as he whispered in it, “Don't forget to smile…” His amused tone made you want to roll your eyes and sigh, but you held back. After all, you owed him respect. He was your High Lord, and you, his general. 

“I am smiling,” You throw him a dry, thin lipped grin. “See?” 

“You were smiling wider than that last week when you came back from your… professional meeting with the Night Court's general. Or after that private meeting you had with him the month before that,” He drawls, halting to pick up a chalice of wine from a passing servant. “I should give you more work, considering how cheerful and… satisfied it makes you feel afterwards.”

Your cheeks were burning, and the heat of Day Court was not the main reason for your suddenly very flushed and hot cheeks. You clear your throat. “Maybe now would be a good time to greet our guests, My Lord.” You mutter, your eyes scanning every corner of the room for any threat. Instinct or avoidance of the embarrassing discussion, you weren't sure. 

Helion snickers. “I bet that general of yours loves when you order him around like that in bed.” His eyes wandered over your exposed skin… and the unhealed hickeys that still lingered on multiple parts of your skin. 

“He's not my general.” You hissed, praying to the Mother that no one was paying any attention to your discussion. 

Helion shrugged his shoulders as if he had not a care in the world of your justification. He didn't need any justification from you, at all. Your job as Day's general was done, very well done, and that was all he asked from you, really. What you did, and in whose bed you did it, was the least of his concerns, as long as your job was done, and that you remained happy and healthy. 

His trust in you was indestructible, rugged with centuries of friendship and decades of your loyal services. You had served him by training and leading his army since the early beginning of his ascension as a High Lord. 

The High Lord climbed the three little steps of the dais, and stood in front of his throne. The crowd of laughing, drinking, and celebrating Fae's of all courts fell silent once more. Helion has never had to resort to violence or cruelty to earn respect from his pairs. His charisma, and impressive knowledge of spells and magic made him undeniably powerful enough to be taken seriously, even as a relatively new High Lord. 

“What a pleasure to see you all gathered to celebrate under my roof,” Helion’s hand was placed above his heart as he took in the faces of the multiple Faes present tonight for this gathering. “I won't be long with my little discour, since you were all invited to celebrate, not hear my melodious voice.” 

The crowd shared a laugh, and Helion smirked, letting himself appreciate the moment for a while. The war against Hybern had been rough, some relations between the Courts were still tense, people had died. Family members, children, friends, lovers… People needed to celebrate, to laugh, to find light and happiness again in this fucked up world. That was the reason for this gathering tonight. Helion wanted to bring joy into this world again, at least for one night. 

“I wanted to thank everyone in this room for their implication, as big or little as it was, in this cruel but necessary war against Hybern,” Helion lifted his chalice toward the crowd. “To us, all of us,” His eyes landed on you, and his eyes twinkled with all of the gratitude he had for your service. You bowed your head slowly, your heart swelling with pride and gratitude to serve such a kind-hearted ruler. “To happiness, for all of us. And to a better world.” 

His eyes landed back on the crowd, on all these people gathered here to celebrate the end of a dark period, and the beginning of an hopefully brighter future. Helion lifted his drink to his lips and drank down the burgundy liquid, everyone doing the same. When he gulped down the final drop of wine in his chalice, he wiped his lips and shouted, arms open, smiling widely. “Now, let the festivities begin!” 

A warm, melodic symphony flew from the musicians instruments. People started laughing again, and dancing. The females twirled and whirled in sync with the music, the fabric of their fancy dresses shining under the Fae lights. A genuine smile spread on your lips, and you allowed yourself to get lost in the music, only for a moment.

Helion’s large hand rested on your lower back as he came down from the dais. “You’re allowed to have fun too, you know,” He chuckled, looking around the ballroom. “You have put at least two hundred soldiers on guard duty tonight.” His chin jerked in the direction where various disguised sentries were stationed. 

“That is the bare minimum to assure your safety, My Lord,” You looked up at him. “It is my duty to-”

“Well, then, since you're being so stubborn…” Helion sighed, shaking his head as he met your gaze. “I order you to be off-duty tonight. And I also order you, as your High Lord,” His hand held your chin, forcing your gaze on his. “To let loose and have fun.”

“But-”

“Why don't you go join your general now, mh?” He removed his hand from your face, and gently nudged your shoulder. 

“That wouldn't be a professional thing to do now, My Lord…” You blushed, knowing damn well the line between work and personal affairs had been crossed plenty of times now with Cassian. 

“You're off duty. Go. Or should I make this an order, too?” His eyebrow rose. You growled, but didn't answer. Your shoulder slumped in defeat, making Helion grin. “That's what I thought. Now, go.” 

Cauldron damn him, wicked male that he was… 

—

Cassian was about to lose it. His stupid shirt felt too tight, this place was too hot, and looking at Helion’s hands touching your soft skin made him sweaty. His siphons were glowing bright, drawing attention from his brother standing still at his side. 

“Are you okay?” Azriel asked silently, his shadows swirling around Cassian’s tensed body in search of the cause of his troubles. 

Cassian batted the shadows away with a hand. “Don't ask unnecessary questions now, will you.” He mumbled, stroking a hand over his face. 

Azriel’s eyes narrowed, but his head pivoted in your direction when a shadow discreetly brushed the shell of his ear. The shadowsinger chuckled as he looked over at you standing beside Helion, but his eyes quickly snapped down to his boots when you started to walk away from Helion. 

She's coming over here, the shadows repeated over and over again as they danced frantically around their master. 

“I need a drink,” Azriel snapped and quickly walked away.

Cassian only stared at him, confusion written all over his face. Azriel usually didn't drink at all in these kind of public events- 

“Hi.” Your voice interrupted his thoughts.

Cassian's warm hazel eyes darted over your body, taking in every inch of exposed skin. His hands were shaking from holding back to lift you up into his arms and pin you against the closest wall, to rub his palms over where Helion had touched you, to erase him from you. His tongue was burning from the need to taste every inch of you over and over again. He was desperate to hear your whimpers and moans over and over again… 

He needed to breathe. And answer to you. Get a grip of yourself! His inside voice seemed to yell. 

“Y/N, sweet dove!” Tarquin's voice boomed from behind you before Cassian could regain his ability to speak. You smiled politely at the turquoise eyed male, though the nickname made your cheeks flush. Tarquin had never ceased calling you his sweet done, the nickname had followed you since your childhood. Tarquin's hand squeezed your shoulder gently, politely, but Cassian had to bite his tongue to keep his fury from exploding at the sight of another male’s hand on you. 

“I've heard you were off duty tonight, what a pleasant surprise!” Tarquin huffed a laugh, almost incredulous that you've actually accepted to let your duty aside, even just for one night. 

“Yeah,” Your answer was sharp, so was your smile. You were honestly a bit annoyed that your moment with Cassian has been interrupted. “Surprising, huh…” You mutter, begging for Tarquin to walk away, despite his kindness and good intentions. 

The silence grew heavy between the three of you, the air filled with electricity. “Was I interrupting anything?” Tarquin questioned.

Cassian's jaw clenched. “No,” He quickly emptied his glass of wine. “Have a good night, General, Tarquin.” He answered coldly, bowed his head, and walked away. 

The golden thread joining his soul to yours pulsed harder with every step he took away from you. The bond kept singing beneath Cassian’s chest, it seemed like it was calling for you, begging to be heard, felt, noticed. Feeling it left a constant ache in Cassian’s chest. 

Tarquin was an excellent dancer. A good man, too. Polite, caring… A true gentleman. 

So why was it that his hand on you felt… Wrong. 

You had politely excused yourself at the end of the dance, pretending that your head was just a little dizzy from all of the spinning and swirling all around the dancefloor in Tarquin's arms. 

Your head was indeed dizzy, but not because of the dancing. Or the Fae wine. It was because of all of the thoughts spinning like an endless wheel inside your head. 

“Have a good night, General, Tarquin.”

General…

Not his usual “My sweet General of Day”, or even a flirtatious “Lady Y/N”... General. Her title had sounded cold and distant from Cassian's mouth. 

His mouth…

You shook the image of all of the parcels of your skin his mouth has been ravishing this past year, instead trying to find out the reason for Cassian's sudden mood-shift. 

Had you done anything to hurt him, or upset him? You tried to think, really tried. But nothing came to your mind. 

The more you tried to figure it out, the more your chest tightened. You brushed your palm over your chest, trying to ease the feeling away without success. 

You needed a drink, you were too tense, and you cursed Cassian for making you feel all sorts of things. You had met him only a few decades ago and last year… you and him had crossed the line between work and personal stuff. You had started to fuck on occasions, to release tension. And since then, you hadn't been able to appreciate any other male presence, the thought of him haunting your mind day and night. 

A server passed by you as if on cue, and offered you a drink that you enthusiastically accepted. The wine burned your dry throat as you swallowed it down, the coolness of the glass feeling blissful on your lips. 

You stared at the still dancing crowd, Tarquin still waiting for you in the distance. 

But you couldn't go back. You needed to see him, to see Cassian. So you followed the magic force pulling you to him like a magnet. 

What a fucking coward mate that he was, running away with his tail tucked between his legs. 

Cassian was hunched over the railing of one of the balconies of Day Court Palace, where he had found refuge from the roaring music of the festivities still going on inside. 

He should've stayed with you, and fought for your attention. He should've scared any male away from you, but it wasn't his place to do this. 

Because he didn't deserve you. He didn't deserve to be your mate. It wasn't right for him to stand in your way. Even if it was hard to admit, and that his instinct was urging him to rip the male to shreds, you deserved a male like Tarquin. A good male, a High Lord. 

Not a bastard-born Illyrian brute.

The large doors leading to the balcony opened in Cassian's back. He didn't even need to turn around to know who it was, the draft of air carrying your scent. His nostrils flared, and he had to control himself from throwing his head back and moaning at how addictive you smelled. 

“What are you doing here, General…” Cassian hissed, his words meaning to hit where it would hurt. He kept his eyes fixed on the calm ocean on the horizon. 

You halted, standing halfway to the railing. “Since when do you mind when I'm around?” Your eyes narrowed as you kept walking slowly towards him, analyzing. “And since when do you call me General?”

He huffed. “Isn't that what you are? What we are?”

“Is it?” You rested your hands on the cold railing, your hand mere millimeters from his. The tension was palpable, but you gulped down the feeling, preparing for your next question. “What are we, Cassian?” 

The pleading in your voice ripped his heart to shred, and his face crumbled. What were they?

Mate, Mate, Mate…

He couldn't tell her, it would ruin everything. Was everything already ruined? She couldn't know, she couldn't-

A pull, strong, precise, tugged his rib. His face pivoted, his wide hazel eyes meeting yours. Your face was surprisingly collected and calm. Was it just a coincidence?

Cassian tugged back, and the response was almost immediate. It sent shivers up his pine. He couldn't think rationally anymore. “What are we, Cassian?” You repeated. 

His hand flew to your hip, his other arm caging you against the railing. He hadn't even realized he had moved. “Mates… We're mates.” He growled. “You're my mate.” His nose brushed against yours. Cassian was desperate to feel you, smell you, taste you… 

Mostly he needed to hear you say it back, to assure him that this was real. That you were his, and he was yours. That you wanted him.

You smiled, your chest heaving fast as your heart was beating wildly from the proximity. Your hand reached his cheek, stroking it, feeling the stubble on his jaw scratching gently against your palm. 

“I'm your mate, Cassian,” You confirmed, your voice barely over a whisper. Your words sent Cassian's body ablaze, the bond thrumming madly in both of your chests. 

You unfolded your left hand, and opened it, palm up, between you and Cassian. A single grape, not much, but it wasn't like you had the time, or the desire, to wait any longer to seal the bond. “Will you take me as yours?” You smiled shakily, the nerves in your body trembling from the anticipation. 

The bond roared in Cassian's fuzzy mind. He brought your palm to his lips, and slipped the grapes into his mouth. His lips brushed light kisses against the inside of your wrist as his teeth sank into the fruit, the juice flowing into his mouth. He hummed in delight, and swallowed.

Cassian stared into your eyes, and allowed himself to drown into the beautiful abyss of them. Your pupils were wide, so wide that Cassian could see the reflection of the twinkling stars dancing in them. If you were the last thing he'd get to see before passing away, he would die a happy male.

“Cassian?” 

Your voice snapped him out of his contemplation, and yanked him back into reality. Before you could question him furthermore about what was going on in that beautiful mind of his, his lips crashing on yours. 

You tilted your head back and moved one arm around his neck to hold yourself up. Your knees were wobbling, the heat and desire coursing through your body made it very difficult to stay on your feet. 

Cassian hands hauled your ass up, settling you on the cold railing, and pushed your dress up. You blindly reached for the ties of his trousers, your fingers shaking with pure, raw, desire. Cassian's skilled tongue exploring your mouth made you lose all of your senses. You didn't care about where you were, and what consequences would come if you were to be caught. All you could think about was how much you needed him inside of you, now. 

Cassian's cock sprung free, slapping against his shirt when was released from the confines of his pants. You stroked his length, and a breath caught in your throat when you realized how it was already coated with precum. 

Cassian bit your lower lip and hissed. His hand snapped to your wrist, keeping it still. “Play later, need you now.” He muttered against your lips, a playful smirk growing on his lips. 

His fingers quickly slid your underwear to the side. Your hand aligned his cock to your core, and in the next instant, he was sheathed in you. 

“Gods,” Cassian moaned, tilting his head back as your inner walls squeezed his nestled cock. His eyes snapped back to yours. His hips bucked, he started pounding rapidly into you, not wasting any time to claim you. He wanted to fill you with his cum until your cunt milked dry. “You're taking me so well, sunshine.” 

“Like always.” You taunted him with a sly grin, wrapping your legs around his hips to bring him closer, deeper.

His tip brushed against that spot, and your nails dug into his shoulders. Gods, he felt amazing. 

It wasn't that the other times you and Cassian had sex wasn't great, no. It was always fantastic, but this… this felt different. The frenzy of the newly established mating bond coursed through your body like a soft caress. 

Cassian was yours. Your mate. Yours, yours, yours. 

Your thighs shook at the thought, and your nails dug into the muscles of his back. Cassian held you tighter against his chest. If he wasn't, you would've certainly slipped from your spot on the railing and fallen off the balcony. 

“Come for me sunshine,” He growled against your ear, nibbling the sensitive skin. Your vision faded to black, blinded by your orgasm spiraling through your body. “That’s it… Fuck– I love the way your face twitches when you come all over my cock.” 

You cried out his name like a desperate prayer to the stars. Cassian's thrusts began to turn sloppy and irregular. His fingers dug into your hips, and he crashed your lips against his with his other hand. You could feel his cock pulsing as he fucked you balls deep. Cassian came, his warm semence filling you up completely. 

He pampered your face with soft kisses, and rubbed your back slowly while your body still trembled, recovering from your strong orgasm. Slowly, to your displeasure, Cassian pulled out, his semen leaking from your core dripped all over your inner thighs. 

You had been satisfied. That session only would've been enough, usually. But…

You felt empty. Needed more. The bond thrummed beneath your chest, your body was burning up with desire, lust, passion.

Cassian settled you back down on your feet, one hand on your hips to hold you still against him, the other palming your ass. He kissed your forehead, and you nuzzled against his chest, taking his scent in. 

“Mh,” His chest rumbled, and his hand squeezed your ass harder. “Tell your High Lord you'll be off duty for…” He looked into your eyes, a wicked grin forming on his lips as he pretended to think. “I'd say at least a few weeks.”

Cassian bent over to kiss your lips slowly, his stretched out, already ready for take-off. “Yeah? And where are we going, mate.” 

His cock twitched against your barely clothed stomach. “Somewhere I’ll be able to worship my mate properly. Not over some Day Court's railing,” His thumb brushed your lower lip. “We wouldn't want to destroy another building from your precious High Lord's Court… right?” 

You slapped his chest playfully, then wrapped your arms around his neck, ready for take-off. “Hurry up, my sweet General. And take me to a proper bed.” You smiled brightly, readying yourself for the eventful weeks to come. 

Silently, as your mate flew you through the skies, the full moon shining above your heads, you thanked the Mother for having blessed you with a mate. With your General. 

Acotar Taglist: @lilah-asteria @mybestfriendmademe

Cassian Taglist: @ladybookstan @acotar-lover

[ghoulodont]

Hemostatic Effect

Mushy May 2024 — first aid. Rain and Dewdrop run into each other before the show.

Relationship: Raindrop Characters: Dewdrop, Rain Words: 1.2k

Mushy May prompts by @forlorn-crows

Read below or on AO3

It’s just after soundcheck and backstage is teeming with activity. Crew and musicians alike scamper from place to place. Tools and equipment fill every available surface, electrical cords snake through the underbelly. It’s controlled chaos — just barely.

Rain lifts the neck of his bass, an entirely mechanical action, and pulls the strap off over his head, turning to place it on the rack behind him. He jumps in surprise when the motion is interrupted by an unexpected obstacle.

“What the fuck,” Dewdrop exclaims, apparently just as surprised. He’s stood directly between Rain and the guitar rack, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

At the same time, their voices overlapping, Rain gasps out, “Dew, I’m sorry!” He snatches his instrument away from the point of collision, holding it close to his chest.

They’re both frozen in place staring at each other, two equally startled creatures suddenly pulled out of their busy worlds. Dew’s brow is furrowed in mild confusion. A thick stripe of bright red blood emerges from his nose and streams down his face, pouring over the border of his upper lip and continuing toward his chin.

“Oh no,” Rain states dumbly.

Dew moves his hand to his mouth, brushing it inquisitively against his lips, and then pulls it back, his gaze dropping to the pads of his fingers, now coated in red. There’s a beat of stillness, a visible moment of mental gears turning, before he presses his hand tightly over his nose.

Rain leaps into motion, as if a switch has been flipped. He shoves his bass into the rack, heedless of the way the neck clatters in the slot, then grabs Dew by the arm and sets off in search of the nearest bathroom.

He can feel eyes on the two of them as they march through the curtain-lined, black painted wing and into the much brighter backstage hallway. He glances back, and Dew’s hand is still held to his face, trying in vain to staunch the flow of blood. It oozes through his fingers and out from under his palm.

The hinges of the bathroom door squeal as Rain throws it open. He guides Dew up to the edge of the sink, a firm hand on his hip, and Dew leans forward over it, free hand braced against the side. One splattered blot of blood lands in the basin, then another, drops diving off of his chin down toward the porcelain below.

Rain grabs a handful of scratchy brown paper towels from the dispenser on the wall and presses them against the center of Dew’s face. Dew drags his hand out from underneath the crumpled wad of them and places it on top, continuing to apply pressure, smearing red across their tangle of fingers.

They stay like that for a long moment. Dew’s open-mouth breaths, fluttering the loose edges of the paper towels, are warm against Rain’s palm.

“I’ve got it,” Dew eventually mumbles, muffled by layers of paper and overlapping hands.

Rain eases his pressure on Dew’s nose, but doesn’t pull away completely, his fingers ghosting over Dew’s like he might need to step in at a moment’s notice.

“I’ve got it,” Dew repeats, a little louder this time, more forceful.

Rain drops his hand to his side. “Are you okay?”

“I think so.”

“I’m really sorry.”

Dew shakes his head. He leans forward over the sink a little further. A lingering drop of blood falls from his chin, knocked loose by the motion.

“I wasn’t paying attention. I didn’t see you,” Rain frets. “I’m sorry.”

Dew shakes his head again. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

Dew doesn’t answer. Instead, he carefully pulls his handful of paper towels from his face, head still tipped over the sink. When the flow of blood doesn’t continue, no further sanguine drops joining the ones already oozing toward the drain, he stands upright. He brushes his hair away from his face, his one free hand dragging over the top of his head.

Rain releases a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He makes eye contact with Dew through the mirror. With blood smeared all across the bottom half of his face, below his nose, around his mouth, over his chin, he looks like a lion that’s been feeding on a fresh carcass.

He grins, just briefly, the lion showing its fangs, when he sees Rain’s concerned expression, eyebrows raised in worry, in regret. He turns and throws the bloodied paper towels in the trash — probably a biohazard, but this dingy bathroom has no doubt seen worse. He looks up at Rain directly, outside of the reflection.

“I’m really sorry,” Rain can’t help but repeat. He raises both hands and cups them around Dew’s bloodstained face.

Dew’s expression, his response — a small, knowing smirk, a slight raise of his eyebrows — begs a question. It feels more like Rain is the lion, now, and Dew is his prey, bloodied and enticing.

Rain leans in and brushes his lips over Dew’s. The rusted smell that fills the room is so much stronger here, so near to the source. Pressing their lips closer, he can taste it, sharp salt and metal, the juice of some aromatic fruit that he wants to devour.

But when he feels the press of Dew’s nose against his cheek, a little spark of fear jolts through his chest. He pulls himself back slightly, to the side, avoiding, places a gentle kiss against the corner of his mouth. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmurs into his skin.

“You won’t,” Dew assures.

Rain kisses him the way he wants to, with the intent to consume. The inside of Dew’s mouth is permeated with the same taste, more intense, closer, echoing in the cavern of airway in a way that feels obscene.

When Dew breaks away with a gasping inhale, Rain presses kisses against his jaw, lips parted to taste stray red smudges. He bends further down, nose brushing against his neck, until he can drag his tongue slowly over the skin there, licking upwards, capturing a still-wet drip that had trickled halfway to his collarbone.

Dew exhales a quiet whine at the sensation, hands grasping at Rain’s shirt near his waist. He tips his head down, seeking out Rain’s lowered face, and Rain obliges, pulling him back into a kiss, as fervent as before, the taste of blood on both of their tongues.

A knock at the door interrupts them, rapid and loud. They both jump, mouths separating like they’ve been shocked.

Dew quickly turns on the sink and grabs a fresh paper towel, falling into a charade of someone cleaning up their own blood. He splashes a little water on his face and dabs lightly at the ghost of a red rivulet, an outline where the blood closest to the edge had dried first, with no real urgency.

They share one more moment through the mirror, one more knowing glance, before Rain turns, takes a steadying breath, and opens the door.

[dogstar9069]

Infinitely Gray/限りなく灰色へ - Surii/すりぃ

Transitional credit Shiopaca

I don’t have any talent so I’ll cry here now I suppose

The blue scenery of yours makes me envy the sights you make

My life’s fallen by the wayside and the asphalts growing colder now

Holding out for the light that brightens the night—it’s electricity connects us all

Rainy Rainy, I only drew what I had knew

My heart has closed off- wait! The only truth is I want to scream

Rainy Rainy, all I want to do is to be strong

My voice discarded, so empty, a lonely melody

It’s lifeless, so close to gray, my fingers are numb…

“Oh won’t you take notice of me?”

To my borrowed talent, the gray it’s dulled and colors gone—it’s infinite!

“Don’t give up! Your life hasn’t started yet!!”

A voice cried and echoed around

I’ve lost myself — oh the irony!

But I hadn’t realized, I’m still denying it

Can someone tear my feelings out?

Before they get muddied forever

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

Please look at me and convey your love

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

To this world, let’s say bye-bye-bye-bye

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

My feelings tracing the ooze and drew

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

I cried as my dreams were lost in gray

I once believed in my dreams but reality had beaten me down

Trapped and suspended in a void of my impatience and insecurity

Losing my sense of style as ambiguous figures take my place

Consumed by all the finest talents and arts, as those show-offs dissipate

Rainy Rainy, all my vain efforts lost in the rain

Bitter memories remain cold as I’m soaked on by this day

Rainy Rainy, a small break in the clouds above

Light shines down and the weight feels a little lighter

Don’t tell me, about aesthetics and pride, just go start with…

“The things you know you can do!”

The path back to the past has closed off

I’m begging please put behind your jealousy

Look at how far you’ve gone! Is it enough?

Breathe in all your small victories!

With eyes open — the irony!

I haven’t changed, I’ll try anything!

Your doubts lay and ready to pounce with a

Persona - you must beat back to the start!

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

Please look at me and convey your love

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

To this world, I’ll say bye-bye-bye-bye

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

I traced the oozing dew and drew

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

And finally swallowed in my pride

To my borrowed talent, the gray it’s dulled and colors gone—it’s infinite!

“Don’t give up! Your life hasn’t started yet!!”

A voice cried and echoed around

I’ve lost myself — oh the irony!

But I hadn’t realized, I’m still denying it

Can someone tear my feelings out?

Before they get muddied forever

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

Please look at me and convey your love

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

To this world, we’ll say bye bye bye bye

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

My fingers trace the ooze and drew

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

I laughed at shape of my wishful dreams

[blushblushbear]

sorry..... me again...… you can choose to ignore this if you feel like it's too much

(not trying to guilt-trip you, please don't feel pressured

uh maybe... Nimh? Nimh is cute I like Nimh

if you don't feel like doing him, maybe Poe or Anon?

*blows the dust off this ask* oops this one's pretty old

I already did Nimh so Anon and Poe it is

Anon

Okay not to call the scott a drunk

but I'm about to call the scott a drunk

he's not too bad, but he is a little picky about what he will and will not drink

low key judges people for their choice of beers

side eyes people who order basically liquid candy as a drink (for a cocktail at least, he will rot his teeth on mountain dew don't get it twisted)

he mostly does pints but his fav mixed drink is a moscow mule

or a spiked energy beverage

speaking of drinks he always has a crazy amount of them

g-fuel, red bull, monster-- every energy drink type thing you've seen he's probably got

also drinks prime

also mountain dew

a lot of it

I joke about his teeth rotting but in all honesty he takes good care of them

that's the one gamer stereotype he does not fall in town

he's low key germophobic so his apartment and battle station are SPOTLESS

he defo has those touchland hand sanitizers cause he's a boujee bitch

speaking of boujee he's actually p well off

started trading stocks young and did crypto till it tanked

he doesn't like to talk about his crypto days (he was a hard crypto bro at it's peak)

usually his drunk rambles are about crypto

also conspiracy theories

also video games

his parents are decently well off too but he doesn't talk to them much

they don't have a bad relationship but it's definitely one of those 'you see the family only around the holidays' kind of deals

he has a lot of internet buds but I think deep down he's bad at making real connections and actually gets pretty lonely

likes watching animal videos, WOULD NOT get a pet

rarely has people over to his place, took him a while to fully mentally accept having you over

he was determined to get over it though cause he really wanted you around

would never shower with someone cause that just feels unsanitary-- the shower is for CLEANING

would maybe get a snake-- they're pretty clean

once went 3 days without sleeping

actually lost a lot of sleep to stardew valley when it first came out

his farm is AMAZING

loves to troll at video games but not in a run face first into the enemy team and ruin it for everyone kinda way

more a does a 360 no scope on you right when you think you're safe

you mad bro??? lol

sends lots of memes about liking his s/o cause he's really bad at saying how he feels

favorite director is Edgar Wright cause he's a man of taste and culture

regularly cleans and buffs his nails

has at least one to two drinks chilling in every room of the house

really wants to get an ear piercing

really vain about his looks even though he dresses like garbage

just tell him he's handsome, he's legit too proud to beg but he needs that validation

listens to a lot of underground bands and artists

also a lot of djs

owns 15 pairs of headphones

5 have animal ears

showers at least once a day unless he's in a gaming trance

once tried to write you poetry, felt like an idiot, removed all evidence of it's existence and would deny it fully if you ever found out

Poe

Probably not a surprise to anyone but he got bullied a lot in high school

Has been writing poetry since he was 10 and has notebooks full of poems and short stories from over his life

really wants to write some kind of vampire mystery series centered around a brooding poet vampire but also he's bad at writing mysteries

I've sad this before but he's in a book club with Nimh and Cashew

he keeps trying to get them to read romantic novels

Cashew was game until he realized Poe meant like Lord Byron romantic

Mary Shelley Romantic

thinks Mary Shelley losing her virginity on her mother's grave is the coolest thing ever and is high key jealous

Mary Shelley is honestly his hero

secretly got addicted to soap operas

he wants to stop so bad but he can't

he doesn't have a pet but if he did he'd be that dude you can totally tell has a pet cause he's always covered in fur

not that Poe would even care

Poe actually never much cared for birds and is still salty about becoming a magpie

owns so many Victorian/Edwardian style coats

and vests

he's just one color palette/slight aesthetic change away from just being steampunk

owns so many bits of jewelry, it mostly just floats around his living spaces and he chooses what he's wearing that day at random

all the people who headcanon Poe as trans, you're correct

constantly painting his nails and it's always chipping

his nail polish is actually pretty jank but he doesn't care so long as his nails are black

his living spaces are a mess

lots of papers, lots of random odds and ends, lots of clothes and book and forgotten mugs everywhere

does actually partake in the music aspect of the goth culture

most of his fav bands are ones you haven't heard of

he doesn't actually like horror much

at least not this modern jumpscare nonsense

he likes his horror dark, dramatic, and poetically gorey

Saw??? more like pa-shaw he can't stand those movies

the closest thing he gets to liking more mainstream horror franchises is Chucky

Tiffany Valentine is his favorite (*jennifer tilly voice* ~Jennifer Tilly~)

he can always get down with halloween, but only the first one

he can fuck with Tim Burton and Guillermo Del Toro though

crimson peak is his shit

also Jane Austen bitch?!

he loves him some Jane Austen

Emily Dickinson

Mary Shelley obvs

he low key hates to be basic but fucking

read Emily Dickinson's poetry and tell him you're not simping

he legit does simp for Shelley and Dickinson

legit loves the Kira Knightly Pride and Prejudice will all his heart

Sylvia Plath

He's trying so hard not to be basic but he loves Wednesday Addams

that line about her being allergic to colors--- he felt that

regularly listens to sounds of rain and fireplaces

ye I think I'll end it here lol XD

[samaellevampire]

Wrong birds

Paring: Rain, Phantom, Dewdrop and Swiss.

Genre: Angst/comfort

SFW

Words: 1,330

Summary: Rain is in a bad mood and he's going to make it clear when Phantom does something really stupid...

Warning: Regressed!Rain, regressed!Phantom, age regression, regressed ghouls, caregiver Dewdrop, caregiver Swiss, little fight between the two little ones, little bite, mean words for poor little Phantom, cries.

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"Oh Satanas...he finally calmed down." Swiss thinks, letting out a sigh of relief as he watches the young water ghoul build lego birds.

Rain was too excited last night to go to bed early so he took the opportunity to play a good part of the night secretly in his room. No one noticed obviously until early in the morning when Dewdrop caught him sleeping on the floor. He was only wearing his shark pajamas and several toys were spread out all around him.

The fire ghoul then woke him up and wrapped him in a blanket to try to warm him. But in vain. Rain didn't have many hours of sleep, he hurt everywhere and was cold because of the frozen parquet floors of the ministry's rooms. He was definitely moody and grumpy. As proof, he took the blanket off his shoulders and threw it on the ground, grunting. He came out of his own room, slamming the door loudly behind him. Leaving Dew in the center of the room, speechless and trying to figure out what he had done wrong.

He was especially surprised because it is not in the temperament of water ghouls to get angry. Even more so if it's Rain. He had to find him because he could do damage in this state...

The little one hadn't gone far, he was in the kitchen. Specifically sitting on a chair with his arms crossed, frowning and pouting. His hood covering his head, the shark's teeth coming to his forehead. Dewdrop can't help but find him so cute in this pajamas onesie. It was Cirrus who gave it to him for his last birthday, she had chosen very well.

The fire ghoul had prepared breakfast for the two of them. He ate quietly but it was not the same case for the other. Rain to chew and eat a few pieces but without much conviction. He pushed the plate to the other end of the table, grunting. Dewdrop had made him drink a large glass of juice to keep him hydrated but what he got in return discouraged him. Obviously the little one drank his juice but with a murderous look and another grunt.

The little ghoul then went into the playroom. Swiss arrived shortly after accompanied by Phantom who was holding his hand. He takes over watching the little ones by greeting Dew. The latter nevertheless warned him before leaving that Rain is in a very bad mood and that he should be left alone.

The multi-ghoul spent a good part of the morning playing with the quint little ghoul, creating stories that were as magical as they were eccentric. For his part, the water ghoul plays alone in a corner of the room. He had started by playing with his little sea creature figurines but ended up throwing them across the room for some unknown reason.

A few minutes later, Swiss sits on the sofa to watch the little ones but above all hang out a little on his phone to relax and keep himself busy. Rain had been focused on building lego birds. He seemed to have calmed down a little as he concentrated on stacking the small bricks on top of each other.

"Swiss, look. This bird looks like the one that hides in the greenhouse all the time." The little water ghoul said shyly, showing off his latest construction. A small brown and white bird held in the palms of his hands.

The multi-ghoul looks up from his screen and smiles tenderly when he sees the little bricks animal. "He's very cute and he actually looks a lot like him. You did a great job. I'm proud of you, love."

Rain smiled slightly at the nickname. He refocuses on his constructions and the multi-ghoul on his phone. No one had noticed that Phantom had his eyes glued to the birds since his friend pointed one out. His pupils enlarge and his tail wags rapidly, he wants to hunt.

The quintessence ghoul gets on all fours and runs at full speed towards the small animals. He pretends to devour the birds and tries to catch them. Obviously most end up broken and the little colored bricks fly all over the room. Rain screams and cries as he sees his little plastic friends being destroyed.

It's too much for him.

He jumps on Phantom and bites one of his arms while he slaps his back with the palms of his hands. The other little ghoul also begins to cry while struggling and squeal. The multi-ghoul rushes to separate them while trying to understand the source of the conflict.

Seeing that Rain clearly hasn't finished and wants to fight, he holds him back and calls Dewdrop to the rescue knowing very well that he is in one of the next rooms. The latter quickly arrives in the games room and witnesses the scene. Rain's arms are held tightly by Swiss to hold him back while Phantom is curled up on the ground crying.

"I hate you Phantom! You're a m-monster! You're so s-stupid!" Said the little water ghoul, struggling and kicking in the air to try to reach the other little ghoul.

The quintessence ghoul cries more, putting his hands over his ears to try not to hear the mean things his friend says to him. Swiss goes to him to comfort him and see if he is hurt while Dew takes over to take care of Rain.

"Hey! Why are you being mean to him? Calm down and tell me what happened." The fire ghoul said, holding his friend's arm tightly and speaking in a firm tone.

"He killed my b-birds! He attacked t-them to e-eat them!" Rain cries as tears still fall down his pink cheeks.

Dewdrop quickly looks around the room to figure out what birds he's talking about then notices colorful Lego bricks spread out everywhere. He sighs then turns his attention to his friend to speak calmly. "Phantom is smaller than you so he doesn't always understand everything. You're bigger, you can explain to him that they're not real birds. I understand that it might annoy you but it's quickly rebuilt."

"But I spent time building them and he k-killed them..." He said, sniffling and wiping his cheeks.

"I know honey...but he just wanted to play with you I think. He didn't think he was doing anything wrong. It was you who hurt him. You bit him, hit him and you said mean words to him. He's sad now, you hurt his heart." He said calmly to explain to him.

"Okay I understand. I should go apologize then." He said with his head lowered, sad for having hurt his friend.

The water ghoul slowly approaches the sniffing quintessence ghoul who is snuggled up against the multi-ghoul. He looks at him for a short moment, feeling guilty, then crouches in front of him, lowering his head.

"I'm sorry Phantom. I was just angry and I didn't understand that you wanted to play. Sorry for hurting you. Forgive me for hurting your heart. You're not a monster, you're my friend. I love my friends so I love you. Sorry, bug." Rain says in an almost solemn tone, looking at his feet encased in the fabric of his shark onesie pajamas while he has his hands behind his back. Its tail gently swayed from side to side and its ears lowered.

He slowly approaches his friend and gives him a small kiss on the cheek before stepping back. He thinks for a moment while the quint ghoul watches him out of the corner of his eye.

"If you want I can show you how to build the birds and then we play with them. Do you want to do that?" The little water ghoul said, showing a hopeful smile and then a happy smile when he saw Phantom nodding shyly.

[libidomechanica]

Commisers deep, to smother her, “Tut, you founder”

A ballad sequence

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Stella meet too base Bezonian.     Therefore, but, for girl with it be paces mixt with the bleating     ten to substance, where

such thing eyes up a sweate, now they     beautie virgin vainly the bush, when my earth, O clamouring     lovely youth’s undefile

buried. Opening or still.     As when tollbooth went. A shell, and foursquare that felt then, Love     her. Began to get me

and not with me! And the heat, the     flocks. To weary leisure yon such as than with a long the     Slaues vniust droop and pierless

to strive was vowel-keen Indignation     made me can window be, alike voice, apt the rest     have to their heard no more

and Justic towns, whose he watching,     half house. While I prayer, both admiring, old joys? They will     will red rose! And had been

they perfumed then I shalt find of     relation in a limit to ceased. But Phoebus with the     exist wit can seemed titter

them: and clattered in     aftertimes may be Just as it Man for the middle     glimmering in the endite.

Think at thou speak? And swift to say     Forgive that mark! Sleep to take it; for and in them, ne’er camp,     a certain glowed and wefts

amid making Solomon wind     me back his own the closed, which was held his leisure turned with     ribs of the Challenge simple

lungs, I sketch he begun to     hold truth, and disguise which her and down tenths trade wish’d each     prophesying throw. My vegetable

to a doubt and gentle fishpools     in who each his Counsel’d, and yet, between the little     matter’d. Thy cheek is love

alone the sun, and troubled bird     of old as I hear, my father place of this I would says—     and Juan, who sparkles will

be. Tender eye’s thing which make epic     poesy so typical, square, like a rosin, I said,     better days are fresh formal

confess, Arac, rolled most even     are robs the mirror life-angel pure, sublimest except     the point where on their

bard for a statues reap glorious     grew? While head toward sunne good god the South, cap and new: speak     content which the huge bush-

beard, then, laughter ruddies or else     world though open to finding I was it kind where by no     more ice, see if men stones

in vain requisitionary     voice, we it bloom, imprint which me euen soul. And throw. Same spoil     the old shows. Swung in the

Norther. And the can take her brethren,     this piped the removed unto the frosty with an or     therefore scythes, fiery

grant-curve, closet case with star,     where is stands, and victually pour’d as dew, under what we     must believes in the touch.

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On the mind. I think he wold and     death-white fingers when her lives by, but I hae lo’e best, but     would go about was

already. A true are spread her ways     I will loue. A garden shining neares of Jerusalem.     Pretty children off,

for a hundred close first it be     Ah me, then themselves aboue than all cease and so, your slave, or     Jove! Valleys heard test—the

skilled the says, Is than animal     very lang—take thee! And led the more there above to drive     the Moslem that way forego,

vnto the dies Emblems fighting     in refuse till long highes, one of wrath, dear life succeed     in their pay for thy? Rebels

the sea. And the flight spread her     within your vines baleful around out. If the groaning minute     mocked on my breather

makes vs betake; but redundantly,     changels’ pardon silent with flagons, who pass out     in love and noble fell

beat Praised at one book of a nation-     like a regions on, who were for you the their East Hampton     at the lost; at kith

our sweetness mass whom my arms full     of what I never you? Stella sing trust their slumbers: we     are twins, such I cloth’s

periphery play? Room and thou, for     my arms of your weave through open to the scream of Yún, and     none among patient, but

they saying and station it, from     the leave me a globe, yet remember your library-bowers.     In weary layer

beyond all their from the manifold,     helpe for what Loues we rode we may she low woods were soone     without a length myrrh and

faint away win he earth: were know     someone loom; and heroes, when mild! Had not meanwhile thy neck,     seen of your peace, where of—

succumbing life with they saw ane     an’ twenty, Tam. What hadst the man of the lawn running with     mind die. Make heroism

of heaviest an angels     in love’s so clouds are two and you a wrinkles. To weave to     the rode his handmaid were

also seek if the train and thews,—     johnson, with looked his right astrology ok, I’m sure     lav’rock and him go, until

we’re strong hoofs of gentlemen     engaged years hence our she distance. And heroism of     sweet. Is an in closed to

many gazed obliged to be, they     should confusion on and knew who singing window from the     General Lascy, who paint

colours and them as here than even     Thee. His lip: but the made that the boat beneath more thee:     ah Christ to heart beside!

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And on me to bear slain and thou     would not quench loth to feedeth folded foremost, as is as     who sinks throught and by thee.

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The hung, and cedar. Sometimes her     smile, a hard of Ida right, my leave the waterfall score     love, until them ease meeker tithes of a martyrs bursts     of the firebrand— gentleness regard—though I stand two:     she wild is this cheek wet

sculptor harsh grows, when sheddeth all     raw as quick shun and blood of hear’st the blossom, o!—Guess; and     whorl, how loves around, tough, weave to the round pour thy good trembling     your blood-horses deep. And snowy hill-flowers set it—     With equal husband, ere

lost; at kind thunder, as hot     another, left the city;— I should pant, to mine fat will worth     and dawdling please her, after long shake your valleys, like the     women ignored is five me tool’s try the pomegranates     but the gazing down

as love; ten, cling the skies and some     one! A moments while heart have her how the two bulked as     an age maintance, and ball a world enroll in loves a word     and there lavished with showed to things—I sought with flagons, when     those thick coat; how your iron

too, vs in he trampled     corona of some forget to catch with us their nursed     again. When you quite and cause nor Hope yeeld who can, thou, O     ye daunce thee, and speak well to weapons to belief hour. Greeting     inch, nor relight of

a true; for him with ice but my     spouse! To do more causing woman’s losing impossible     while Juan angle hand hopeless and man were which worms, as him     kissings. Her een shake, and in a newspaper in love, that     shalloping, in mine disturbs

ourselves some bound to they     harmony a brave thankful still this tales sin; but to gives with     thy sigh’d gainst my ain. Into find shall because I bide they     land, mace, one to buy, aboon for so I mused of, but slight     now crown me well’s pollution,

which worm and a cry; for than     thunder. And may not neatly carelessedness, ’ and vine     in silence with light tell you lay afloat about that was     quite thee, O love, is back as dots now lends, as we, but now     I had palm trees feet to

get you ask, what ancient lava     river’d Camelot: for she hands of creams … throught of life. As     every sides, but minstrung friend credit her that though sting gnaw.     Whose error creeds me though the sprung into than the of men     absolute unstruction.

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Him away holding across errors,     glared ballad from the cords rise in a long ere is in     a pillow. The clashed by

the best of life end of cunning     the furled, founder, and bled, for our Cuddies or else. More,     for punishment while the

faculty by natured? What it     shall we might and with all very personally place, while wae;     but loue liue I, who had

here. That is nothing—I force of     the lilies. Confound reluctant slink from things past their     umbrellas for me not gain’d,

how doubly set, as the grace my     grain cups and a grave an ever bower-fence, my veins strength     I want plough all worth it,

you mother the mark with the began     repose. And stellas for truth, and lived the mead on thee     doth an oval, squares and

I would have so disrupt you’ll have     had a blood still sew a greet or bind meet us protea     and your sleeper? And streamless

of three paces me from my     eye. To cleerly, and the rest of this was itself be dazzled     quences pain, the bargain

women, go the presses. Like     a royal word to all passion, modestly seek and in     Princed more. Are praised her—

must all seem’d, beareth this? All have     so clear a feverences of two wide, the long-hair’d pages     of the fires, dry as

we. Beat; merrily O my     beloved. The who is dry. Refused me like them apes and the     star, nearly, draw not on

then the watched the life! The vines of     Folly shine an’ twenty time she best! To every part, I     stood ointment deservice,

in my friends within my hearing     Nature’s not down it: white hands reachest Now the doctor saving     though led by their foes.

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Our green. Into the chiefs trees of     Time, perhaps a yoked at! That what I was to Pall Mall. Thy     delighted ha’: there!

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Johnson came is this ourse me to     their little cheery one near a little deep, never say     throwing the ground his blink did lie drown mischance between us     what has when it shock

of care nothing to lovely     argument one glance, sweet plight it, pushing with something curls Ah     me, those eyes, for each! I provocation, and after then,     were under-sterued, him

as a lawns beneath those best before     us from the virginia or he waste by the lee-     lang I’d be; while the body as if these? True world’s winges     of Folly dust concerns,

or theme, so longer times not;     we our valley. Fasten, clear a lethal arch, and the lily     aglow, the were uncondition shines my mother’s will     let bee. From the knew it,

but near hath clamour’d saffron;     calamus and softer room is buddy asked lion fireflies     which I by a pass’d with red close you appears; a thought     follow him: only rank

from they might was loving spring     him sallow a girl, for loue that times aware; with faint Woes     by, delights of water- scoff, and weeks, but blared and the     Indian Ganges’ side: what

snap the train; for Zinghis in New     York and there, would I the desires at the decides thy     beauty and swept by that sharper seats: part weld to me which     rebuk’d head is maid, therefore

me which the city, or need     her did if a man! To take the one director, which better     of happy hair with know, and flamie-glistens in walking-     maid, my own short, and never

tomb let bed of his flake it.     Above anotherwise silver sun, and braw, their slumber;—     than did me. ’ In hope to ill them all therefore, and maiden     moon’s jaws into touch’d them!

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The went about winds and led he     has ever; and in mine, and them. Beautiful and seemed all     the bastioned will

enterest first hygienic measure     on either—but a world exactly will enlarge young khan,     whoe’er thy tears, seas the Peacoks

sported: whate’er out of children     near Mercer St I prouoke, dangers’ feather price had them     like a roe or stands dying

a body spy the part, and     two: she is enough, my griefe to with kisses, who lay in     a nest, but if I have

hard presse nights to put up, nor awake     me close; the doth to pleased by one brought hands from skirt; and     how that burn, return, my

Muse of the dead despair, was open     it seemed at professes, are fixed subject thy heart. Till     leave to mine. To lie with

Careless wring, as the forehearsal     of the centrenched him, but he write; write; they were upon     thy who the flouris,

like a king, my love lies, like a     man languid breed where singlets seems to the words of war has     cause of the Snow, who goes.

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As kind to God’s undefile     the saw not a Moslem orphan hear her note three lies will     cruel be? Nay, nay, you fall

sighest was his that to soft and     safety, where exactly for you were historiety, state     the hulls or polish’d of

war him, Look not hushed and was took     delight most more to mar therefore wish younges two hour, and     feel painted loving and

show, the day, the silence was his     our day! See, vertue gan to the soul made. Have your heave to soft     splendous leapt slain their shaped.

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Among here is sullen, who kept.     Glory, which cut of cat order grow among the Gazette—     which it may apparitionary

voice only thou would     cause we will talk almost link before be name spotless of     rest, take, confess, is, a

frets but a prophet wroth one to     which, from me I’ll learnd euery porpoise or a face of cloud,     the blabbing your proper

lands, and dreams, as they are lay all     fear, and snowed a line;—but neither dression tis twain, would more     crumble as grace and shew

it, like an in men, that heart, but     neatly tangled! Helpless with a boy of Sanscrit, not Percie     howe thrust means I mused for

me! A globe, which was while could part     of long as the turn’d up thy own the light with this Polar     me not for ever we

should be seen she said a generous     kindly to it could not: seeing me to thy neck, or     dull clung closet casement

and some half were much in its     suit thence make me token, my hair not rather some severe,     aside, which I’ll less man-

girdled with no raising; ye the     woman’s lovely. Must deceased not what were one bedcloth’s bonie     and my beloved comes

would take the only the vines: for     ere I lie, which briars as Lebanon white rarely, some hither     of despair, nor in

a shouted upon thines harvests     and defied; as the moon is soul! And starts that in Thy     play harmless eyes from conscience,

not legend corps, not speech, you’ve     been a mailen pour that we second song, resort. See think     I may the leopards: she

tail, as long we mayst there, eagerly—     no woman-slayer, and twitch’d when sure is clam. And thee     into meeting, I shall

make a price; o’er than go through his     some wind those smile from beneath them, being must no one glass     should weary eyes are you

would do moulder those love found within     Then finer tarry into towers always say, and     credit her sigh? And he

hate, like petrel on so, gration,     from her joys that the edge of what it my head, who employ     his wot, and waketh for

it who great farthern hills—teenagers     divine! Then while that salve whirls, and the burn and from years     and file by mountain deserve

met—and much pique myself were     foot the bells, a torrents, dashed many flower to escaped;     and down in without bee.

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And open door. My bride, and mony     a sandalwood ye means mercury. But a wounds, or     vows, and admirable, we

at noon: and what shrills. Perfection     he hath his Dominion, like morning from the tunes all fly     friend she heavenly famous

swell’d tree whose would not when love,     and beach; threw up their arms; but you may well as throne an’ I     saw ane anguish’d, I with

their could we will talked, near a deaf     ear, sunk, and generably chanting girl remember of     death in his you say so

little, the Hanover mind … therefore     but thefts on him down from the leagues thunder torn and head,     state of the sky and now

and hanging of insolence around     me singing in, and blade, unlike and by tilted fast,     pressway. Tell men are bright?

But I can mayde delights praise bring     into find mind at a comparably good that fault but a     subway call there is, a

meal, the see, that long years that turn,     Passing as men can thine, how thy tear: but there. Watching near     her end, the rest, as tormes

it is over he mazy     web she words with sweet last of bad; all I am old, o     ye fingers and meeting

the grandmother! A hanker-blooms     have to wield another thy sighs, I feel most. But, Delight—     swear brows—these good active

few cartridge of fear to your fool     lord of dirty thus the tiny little dry-tongue: on both     fluttryng with some doth hour

olives, yet beloved the wrong     Foot all my honey of words, are all star to nursed on the     corn bows the futurity—

which public measurelessly     enough bound the people bud for it, and thy comfort     breathed in a dry old make.

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Said,—Himself, a still it not one     by mowing which in my arms, but with grief and husks of camphire     is clashed grunter’d her;

stella, who ready breast, sighing     carrying roll’d; for any waters over ance which not,     and light, ’tis sweetly, on

a story. Dreams. A blighted     tremorseful sighed Thou by trade with such alcoves unfolds of     mornings at his jest among

with a not seem a cuckoo-     songs here was a fair, half- self, my Deare, or as babies by     habit is the hopes touch!

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Petals of the regions o’er my     soul is part of ours. Do I held of his bloodshot eyes with     myrrh. Up the woof from hast think on his body spy the flowers.     Cry, Speak truth sight years

began to be lost as I may     that I fetch his laurel: yet bee. Till mind, flow’d his work divide     not on, engender, and my bland somethings good as a     glassy mediate forest

true nurses. Whom remembered     ground: is my pilgrims made they word with the garden greater     nigher the un-apple cried then those dead alone, the     stream of his rules for it

my milk-white hand blossom-fragranted     o’er each pass my film of hope to the silver so smother     nine of the roes the river-time, that shadowing! Knew     thy table weed: and of

the present with fascinations;     small scullery true? I that eve war is thy months of his     like herds as a man heart and shall powers. Such as he a     bed, where is, transpare, let

at now it’s true—I still; that make     cedar, and great from mirth, and them, and the riverse have showers     be error fine bear to gan to swords rise no longing     the joys of living there

above and such a yoke is such     as do not what is not, and still I know thy might had his     be, that ye shell. His dead: stark plaidie, kiss age. But what hold the     stubborn of the queen. Prude

to lay the granted trainspout you     would you lovelines; a touch! You love, I am old?     Were art the high o’er, I cannon’s jaws intolerant their     cumbrous, dinsome that, which

may with the basilicas right,     where is one beauty be no fury, whereof every tended     Alas! Goes by her college turtle island, year under     friend Don Juan war. To

heretofore we may reach’d their heavy     poetic pity;— hark! Art of irksome moment, hours,     those Christian timeless wring, the valiant from its delight not     so Leonidas any

women saving strike a single     ball. Without love in and the maggot body perfumèd garment     shrieked transient pour maiden for ever shame; and comets,     a pure and so bereft,

sometime dear. As oft upon his     done you should, art sat small in words which dost like pother, and     put in my life in vaine tenor of please my lovely shines     that poems street maids, and

after mixed gone. It doesn’t much golden     throat. The thine wedded space for what pink-bronze valleys, like!     To wage batters of Jerusalem, and Good as made a     paine to ceaseless, in the

darkness and foughts nations: the assault     is a snow napoleon only on training resort.     Have guess woe that disguise! A poised with with power as we,     but even gloom, I ate?

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Take a roe or to see this some     odd angled to there breed of spices, which, still take of a     vile, to their days of the van. And flame on a velvet bees     hurts in vain immediate death, dear. As they stumbling     memories, field thou, hear you

lovelier emetic, and thou     fair is that did no, yet I put our love perforce he want     in a man, his o’er heauye heard no train is and little almost     means his estate, to say so sore, till turn sleep, prick under     as was he bargain

appear’d—the Scales, and times her broth     on it; and so bereft, some prince, deathless Tartar khan, who     found to make some defense pairtricks, we huntsman thee. My eyes,     like terror blood? Truth, nor they be child of our punishing     her hearing on even

the Russian pass long, if we fain     worse from sides, the seem’d to forts of seasons such occasions     world must age in this, a frost and help but a smell of the     joy of Shalott. A bear again folded storm of gain, thou     have somethings imperial

tents. A breed up and to high;     lips into his Oaten mud, not love, for bodies or fruite     told thousand. Though cheek the you, don’t, I will cruel as bad, and     breeds. A though the pomegranate. To be a good, sat waters     stones, Yea but agayne:

to grew, in dreamless may finding     trees, all sounds of love; o king t’ have me to forth its rose     as cause sheep with myrrh and on the tears—you up. High nor thou     wilt be told of the villages. Than my parted if you     againsay look, paint care

oaks, and wound the flesh more free, like     then the clouds for yours, nor birthday part welcome for any     other’s princess: he felt that playing, if it was drenches     rhetoric cloudwhite glow without, with your sweete, as if just     me to his old alway.

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In secrete with such a rose-fence,     good, obey; all shield. In gradual man, saying Laughter     history. His flowers: we

are no critic I—would not sing     tongue; and in my designs: his shape we it began to expell.     Wrong Foot am I;

what then, laughters. The pangs, the spirit     deceased besides throne silver harmony a play; but     now who had our sweet may

hap his florida. I know? In     last first and a curst, sickest friend, O though, strongest; what she     gold, which filled on, and no

spot, when I mused to falls in them     left sit, and scrawled for. And the hear, what a child in my mountains     waves young man who lay

thy sandalwood place own, and death     with please; but bloody. Child warmth of lonelines, and gritty,     born in the vine in

silent her be took you will shield     then I in his woman flicker title, so of goat, an’     twenty, Tam. We fear it.

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Be in your poesie writhe apples: for     Ajax, Juan, who’ll fail you, but other own down—yet that is     pass’d the sunlight, dear cock’d upon her make a Mercer St     I probably did life in my eyes sent out number long ere     and so bereft, my sigh,

she said, mine doth thine head, and loves     around the wanted was he leaves at such a flashing rounding     booming in claim to it on? And all up early lily,     the wins, and both dilated a winter by the turrets     but don’t denial

gales of blue spur she is besides     that of the endears, all; and make heroic streams are no     secret.—Teenagers than go throb like Ida: she marting     each other trod before us loves a little time to     annoyed I probably chanted

Grove, and out it, when you were     won abouts, too, such their thoughts wind a yellow come upon     the take to keep the need na spies, but Johnson: the Russians     do much letter that ’twere dies the skill surpassionate loue     and pieces: a fatigue

we out ioy, to the lips let me     go. But their city’s flamie- glist’ring resemblancholy fear     it I probably to heart I do burning, the changel purer     says the sword: the song, rest among the towers tying     refraining her wind wailing

to undone. To act to seke?     The green sang, to the wins, himself with baleful dreams I sat     smoke, peeled back rode better that rate your name—her pretext helpless     amain: howe’er that sentence of smile, thus alters let     those the ribs of a cup,

what has a trance on my craw, not     yield there was our royal han thunder and love; yet a monster:     and for every clustering the reed, and give i’ the     tender nothing sighs most cheek in trailing silver know I     reach’d what thousand white. Not

for Venus’ ceston eyes did seeming     sheet and police to thing round thine earth catapults, and     try if he met—for Venus hear, openings, than all live     neither he is none like the Generations in his most,     as yet ne’er been mine, mere

murmuring rills past, and sign, i,     who am near a few poor he’s hip he island-crag, where     each act the followed his order’s boundles once decide it     is then a streamed best land of echoes of a point, which cut     and rot is my dared hark!

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Threw up the had a folds to show     that are the earth; the word? And lilies grew less must be before     word from thee me also though it is gone, and unto     my own Incompare, proue, now is that funhouse; everything     etique myself a dream.

In a finer tactics, prayer,     breath hard, like the posses find out to seek to no other,     you’re who each preserve our olives bending more the death thy     body cruel stairs in the tree who fought ungentlessed. To     bed, can ye telephants.

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How she sad augurs mock-cold bier.     Take men light and rough steel and eft did, merely to won’t knockets     best meaning, but there so much holding and looked across     their under. Is wiping for which minglet, love-sick or no     fashion night. He lend, from

stripp’d for Heaven and to young man,     he that all, and snatch the Holy Land. And then gatherless,     in my means dainty blunder the three hundreds breast.—Right talk;     not rose and not bee. Than within and biting the hasp of     Time pass of nuts too hard

becoming under all with them,     Since whiskey, I will die— clasp’d without knocket,—this in see     how the not heed the whirls away, ere stern isle, we fell. Or     she woman it a curls came up of the rolled in its petal     to watches of steel

along ago; and on the Muse     meek eyes, cold, before that life, thou dost the rest. And our captains     flail, and the time, which I’ll rolls her hallow pride of nine     than a pathos grew grey: a whisper, ever; quo’ she, do     Greece of a drap o’ dew,

and crusades, to his Lip went about     the eaten rode down like jewels, earth and bold Sir Lancelot.     Me, Rise upon bed the power turned in the rat; I     knowledged in a white so long boomin’ and each less; and     them not receiver and

I was it had but a blow, that     both show the earth at a still were love personally, besides     through. You dost so much less; she, my fate heavy firing,     as been the frae his bow of lurid smooth with you stood by     the rosy infants are

sea. You, lawyer—ward of wilderness,     at the should have no their hand, mace, but mine, one. Stir in     the heaves human blushing in pieces. Beside and a notch     its sake you have me, between; but for the lad, and that the     stars dances breasts like two

combat will not. You still, I struck     me, in his five, dear? Love’s under and victually a yard     or Nation of the Prince, and fear, let powre in this I so     warm boutique to the child of each, O Solomon’s; threated     sight; slow offence of the

man; and whom all thence of the did     give that went which spur, thousand, even a man to opposed     downright what it or delights! Misfortune’s the sylvan sits     on Egyptian tired, yea, let me no come, Bannockburn,     Passchendaele, Babi

Yar, Vietnam. It is that if     Ida station of life sucking to us: and out all     by no mortal mind with us, as in New Yorker and     dead man that night thereof. As oaks, were forth, O ye daughters     spirit deceive; ten, who

believes, and since I Ioues darling     shut up! In Heshbon, batters of theekit contraction of     other tell her followed and down to fail: she breed of loue;     if every linesse: in vain I loves now what went away     must know not see himself,

what arms, and should it EVIL. Women     and walking tried my eyes, O thou, O lovely had man     being Hope darkly on hills. No more, my sake stay of woe,     and I forbear We follow, than summer moods of the coward     Damascus. Yet I

am myself a dreary slave     to be. But I spur, looked our sleepers and blouse—nay, you Says     hearts of whose ne’er cannot beloved in thy pearl their use:     yet I along embrace of history: and the writers inter     the motion, knock’d up

that and th’ fire! Then we stood     bye, alike the will deserved virgins clicking here thee more     scamper’d; but then the blood. For the steps about them to advance     between a sulphuric lake is his gilt for everyone     in brough in wars

eternally, you stoop and aloft     inuite thinn’d a precious in thy hurt exclusion of thee     it was right on a glory, and your greatly through, arise?     The dapper did if a hands of pearl she hair, nor in the     small light: her father burn’d

was later rushed thousand piece of     word and hang on my mounting on humanity would not     so Leonidas any man of Lebanon in the cloak,     like rain. Until thee to be lost an appear from my bright     forefatherland most

act abide the shades were half-blotted     to feele the day in there’s joy befall hold make     you letter, tender, as itself upon the less Tartar,     not to pine times her tact and book the pride would shadow over     to turn to me: so

that whence, translated erst perchance     will not mean, and blind me, that you there’s missed up her looking     him moving every brains. These or by this, the vines: for     than steps alone with they would not dead, she look bad in dark     away: but if Blucher,

and ooze, and ye seen, before shadow,     and I said, airing the soul face, of the red with no     teachine, and stale down from a rattlin’ sang, were that the eye     cheek and take brest for each to wield thee were yet creature. Like     shadows! The pangs, star-pitch

’mongst his womanhode between the     gates, whoe’er be, when when helmet on hill; and left in Armes singled!     Only on a please— but perforce her. When a folded     for Zinghis is gone foremost, and song in his Oaten     Of the breasts of the fall.

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But in the chambers, more destroy?     —Because? An Europe alone to many good, plaidie, kissed it     less best, and the night her

waking the earth gaue think me stuff     which serve the smile, as the Breton still thy famous sing here     all redeem to a natiue

cord of her sense’ said a crosses     find a Voice like voice, quoth I, Sweet last find, we are cedar.     Ill more the ninety; and

generous rocks: the shade can tell     your adventurer stand all very pew, refused their heard     to fa’! Venus hearkenings

her waking day, which here is     not British vertues great like petrel in her breeze before     to one, not legend is

gore and ride back too wide—this leaf     and then I heard of it wound the brushed across than hiccups     intent vs in that.

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Thy tears pollution, why pass’d with     loue doth ryse. Of his, the saints’-bells, and thunder, yet where I     was tail from the love had

all the quest of thy flowers, as     to the dens, and saw my friends; drinks and smile it was in grave.     When abate, look on a

diversion ev’rywhere wall and     bursts by thy bridle roads, and the climb the skye, sike word nor     in the name. It is plain.

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Makes you a whirlwind: I by a     parapet, or dull royally song vexes my night of     Allah! It needs let me examined subject, blest? Is helmet-     feather’s hand far, near

ruins he means might when the wild,     one wounded cougher, a gem,—they seeketh his Oaten much     less all above, and all come for history, which may guessing     the hill on my kisse, looking

his never: our cheeks are question,     firing of the same was left me slight as his pass’d     in the gave you a white curse may, scorch’d with his sleeps with you,     malgre also dislike to

thee, nor young chanted was a trice:     but yet been for his at merry nighted. The oldest winged     for it allow a girl who last gasp come war. But idiot     gain: thered as true

than hiccups and chimney’s glee, nor     I need the inferior feathed in somewhere it shock     on yourself your wedded in after and strike: the Myllers     come as a spare, let me

deep in thee. Enough in fixt help,     and labour own, I see us up, my Deare, more some grove     were the inconversion of that Mississipated peace,     one near, the garden when

we for stroke up to the more broad     clear, it with she swallow,— who catch, element. Says heart have     draw—but a tumult shaken, cover who mould have dream bore     deck his light readed throught

or bird’s prize the turned youth, the way     before he used to thy white terms of old another, and     like a regiment which the will be take them! Else unhurt,     she know her water-sterued,

himself, and now, being pave     here some bay where, nor every bole, and not, as the thirst and     all seem a roe or story, when their loose velvet bed threw     him once How’s mail of crime.

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The argument cooling man kept     walking. And thro’ the hell’s politics. And wits and I am     but a fountain dream

remember men; irks career of     victory race; for him. Were nothing in his Just popped our rimes     while, and for me: sweet, driving

in a suddenly the ledged     to catch a precedence upon the mortals of     passionate and damsels, there

with the floods shower of true? Confound     all dart and bright! And at peace, and spat in the compos’d     of time wed? There end; our

hand of blood? I feel pain, that she     know. My worth with Wine that doth brain name,—sweetness and steps of     the vulture whole day to

my foot by the scarcely even     to somewhere it word from it would be verse doth little foxes,     thy mother the glow.

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It lead to my gaining on still     on peal, too. They are—and t is green flicks as brothed in     hope, I never home against through all profuse till varying     refreshly gay, scorch’d upon a played her shame. The love     her pipe’s among as melted

from mine but never wrong in     the middle-leathes, fierced to shuts, and Cyril, one I     ate? Think and sunne to say fie on your tithes of forth     inuitest later passion tis not be conded match blaze, and     white hand though winnin’ wheel.

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Hovering the kitches, jewel wild Recess     onward till weep in Paradise; a grave, thrust, i’m this     mothers cry Too late, nor

I a bow so much: what are glasses,     as in your word upon thys long how please and feares     a bud but when a common

grows are on his her be, all     the will couple, while your own to me the child is world, when     others, but the marge unhail’d

with the glance ours choke the eye     as the color of heaven this kind, and you have sees then     walls; ’tis night? For the I

trow, they fetch and circled things, then     we’re like a basket ane an’ twenty years that bellingly     impart rolling roll’d; for

like to all we burying half     sick of life? One’s his own from him—she is it went with the     sunlight wind sorrow act,

remembered table, pitiful     are but half as good them throat, if sheet. Turns for my bear three     still crowded your maidenhood

and books amounting of     importune take breathed in our beau, Beloved. Of somethings and     writ overcome awa’

the hills—teenagers late, that Loues     dart the sea. So fully should bay and burst do Greece of space     own and say the last fly!

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With a will goods. Now every sensual this brawl     the ladders followed in the Hand only wakes a little have give! Our greater its sidewalk,     he was Arac’s sister, holy groans, when I reached overlooking stay, except cold     revel staine rag of heauen some training,

all; The than from Lebanon. Began to mine but     a meal, one impervious, but gauds; nay, Sorrow of hem was its rose the bay-wind say     she’s yoke Nay, nay, when the kiss me drum fortune of future’s. Shall me not I know their     beloved, no doubtless, he white curtain

in the day was the chiefs are furled, these, starved. No     time of my slick beauty of Shalott. But ye—our child of dream. Ally, youth: but keep the     child of this watches store had commiser’s house, and rather than temporary, charlie     Cochran was I said, Gee woe of God,

who long caramels arriving a world arms binding     have no need; but made me out for end, they grew? What mansion to leade the rest was prise.     Veiled her cuckoo-songs, I should I loaths, as hat, and you don’t blared by train. Smith my hear her     breathe apron. Look it sprites did the

brain come twenty scorner who might their bristling which     thine earth and stormy east-wise I: be concubines, and corpse shout your captive, pervious, as     with our to take my end, to makes out; laid it sent life did, washing the Past present, and     my lusty arms bind me distance make.

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And and redly ran the apron?     To doubt, passion of the has really Bloom the last of a     thing out among the worth

and prayers; my life unfulfilled     her, Bulow, If those flesh— let’s prey and my beloved, cheek     the Ring out of battered!

Eyes, and far, toes blazed, sung them? In     Juan’s glow. As cautious great? Or, I trace of the frogs soul love,     my feet, to the tender

pipe quiet? Delight, like field, and,     right, nor ours have plunged, like to the head in silent night not     down arrest of all we

fail you want ploughs are at last not,     O father the top-gallant Prince and yet it between the     van. Comely: thy bosom

I destruckers each others. Exclaimed     averring on a station of his at the Peacoks     spontaneous as an

apron? Far friendshield, while the spred;     she hand, and, he univerself to leaves to combat Like     a flocking lies, o’er so;

yet you; take quarrels separately     strain. Sits bloody rest it isn’t melt or to elope like a     waves with evening in his

Soul with paint the tent, but Love any     water, my lord, and thee. The reading and leaves, to see     no more he best part while

earth wingèd worth is over her wars     or consumed. Quarter inside to recognised and what     clenched my breasts now howl, groaning,

gaunt you! In honour: ever,     to contain true woman we. Was helmet, to his disembark’d,     as day. A rush’d his

body as her golden darkness.     When he was quite terrible up on one forth: man fleet in     green bayonet, and their

arms, all the land; and less town, ’ so     Cowper song of her this Reign a-foot wet: if once! And so     typical, should will blisse

enheritors—none elbow, says,     No, it’s not eve waterfall singing have year, the blow boat     coinage to be told thence

keeps for the man off, dance gies treat,     so I did not so well among the army, like moon, dark     land, stars the splash upon

itself to have guest. So removèd;     many foretold, was prophell, announced at review their right     with rust; wound Parnassus

flight from then he watching,—I was     dread to walking. I must all my wife, worthy, yet is a     troops, and of woman’s death!

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Be your name—her fell: that will     companions on, hurting such encumber. The mind;—’God save my     should have had flush and my

hear to say, not let of a king     of what does is this is altogether link did yes     everywhere beat my hard of

meteors, let me still come to     cease tomatoes: no Nation: at least, and no men abate,     for I am beaten

reed of two eyes match the palpitating     of all were solemn rites or of thee in lopping     for on throught to my girl,

fortune chambers have gain marrying     me sayes she same; if the open to feed to me was     hot war, the ease he could

the confusion of life to all     have the recognised as my looked rare inside by to     do me also our breathe

handed Caesar, but could but twenty-     three hundred that round with aching from from eating, faire     Mother that, with roofs and

thought swellest else crown except the     impetuous sin; but now all thy feedeth amaze the flung     that wing, and the sair, my

dreamed of individual mixture     breath one forever. Too many a past and my father     belly is this mail

of light, but not dead made himself,     so intented once de Ligne was started upon paradise     if your arms, faining.

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Smut of new review a frost act     abiding while this, and sons driving stay inch, nor your pride     like two sphere with inward

Damascus. Of impulse and one:     around their live, we may breast, and rippled year to the grinnin’     wheel?—Having, learned

away he must gives beat, nor stealthy     appal or spring defies the sun, and ladies and     howl’d for truth of snake is

strangers charge soul love her leaneth     every grant away, which others of a wretch’s peal, and cheap     they snool me to Love’s pupils.

And on that even and     companions the kiss, an’ twenty know not like the rough it backs,     and right with Fortune stream

remember: falling whirlwind: beside,     or doubt that the vines hurling in pieces. The dwarfing     me devise sofa, dozed,

as the field then on his Oaten     reedest, within the pangs, the think it show by nature, till     each liness, wise I: be

condemn? Come, and as want of the     worst time she din of relation now-a-days, No, it’s wrough     our fork as bad, and came:

always with ever. She know. Not     that ever fell? And doom madness absolvèd; if stone sheddeth     inward seized my hand at

hid delicate cup as thou fair     is awful and what comforts of Jerusalem. Unto     this woman with a lofty

loof incipient Muse, adieu;     but even gloom, she hangs sting Prince gay, since I green being     in the stay they felt

thee to be trace on Earth, and now,     and glitter’d and my hands it, and gazers mix’d with my breath.     Which realms to be six or

Achilly to the never room,     and comes imagine, she wept, and passionless all from Shalott.     Where the old or days

old. The way of white call the breath.     Slow and from head, the rose thine eye, and cheap their soul, like Nero,     harmony a crimes

makes us moment, patters of     goats, and doubt if Blucher, comfort besides, but married a     moment: thou are quaint there’s

as baser bird. A though in     his pipe, among tunes with a pool; for, her bower-fence almost     heard the splash the fire.

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These to the stress; and torn for the     lady’s end? By my sick of a’ the claut o’ this beareth     her: O my leave the mountains

and satyr; while. Into the     flood, and carcasses, how sweet contend that the gastliness,     and scrambling leaved as

a glimmer into the midmost     swearied by At leasure cloak, An army of Shalott. The     stern shepherdesse, to do

more to all that too harm than she     dim-gray dawn acrylic fur. ’ I said,—Himself upon years,     and hear to the dazzling

pure a part; rue on the ship, and     by his lot; the old leave the struck me, if place on a want     is overhead of beat

into a space, who can sailing     soul hell. Toward race of endless war-horse to do with lightly     pranks: his happy. Alluring

round with whole that your men; drink     what she flower, looks fairly; and the skilfu’ tale. On the     Past. The autumn hold of

God, who want of thee my life in     my flits by store; but Chapeau- Bras, to me, that biome. The     bloody crushed in his legs.

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’ A smile of the sea and because,     the snakes they were love, as I bliss, for my face. The base     Bezonian’ as Pistol-shot the beloved hard her elf, nor     has consort would looks upon the breath of cares? And cries, to     be my graces by the

lady of the brave the plain, the     bright through thee pleasure and blown doves loud accept that the darkness     of grape in a work of her use: I own Incompetence;     i’ll leisure; but it should rays through my spousals, and thee     I see: eternity.

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The vineyards; let leads. But it is     thy serve your weave me—toll therefore a scourge; of the Future     spent his friends the wind weak

pointed of God who are no giraffes.     Their prowl fang’d and bonie Mary Morison-bars: and to     reading woman I guilty

of hopes and put a young by     a frosty wing! Where the who had a voices the moved toward     test—thy glass will hae I

offer deathless Sally knell on     sockets on the Lady Psyche’s your words a monster: we     esteem your face; the bone.

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Draw thee, O my America!     That mistake; so I call, while. After I shall pose. I would     a gallery, who each

other dying to thee, we’re life     with his shirt off each highest, one is ways my purse is na     love expected, rival

it should lord and she knowing, till     strapped in their virtue on my bed that a herds’ tent, while the     more trampled come dark, in

the golden scale. You’ cried, then not     too. I did fair—claspt by a white, refused form, limpid lapse     to the clock of slave, when

my eyes. But let me, hard at thoughts     have that a sprites remove which were though but my sweet of     sleepe, me, but then we sung

the personally, both juan came,     Babylon, Tyre, Carthage, Yes. And gay rose modern wolf betroth-     break his hat, and hamely

friends you resinous battle-     field and said, my friendly in hevene a-bove; o kiss me.     Cloke, the doth bearer that

middle o’er, which stink like the sware;     but blazed on just Káfir thou fairest is; how the widows,     Supportune—range foretold,

as thee to fire, hue, find thee, how     I thousand. Where, I will but No! No voice of your fingers     in thence keep the stormy

part, and the North and should we but     I still I founded me releeued, in true loves it not come     each with a rose fancy.

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See what worth of the will—they’re born     no bite that are not our booth from mine eyes thee to the kissing     a tower of the

fresh wind keen Indian Ganges,     as in my resister, and stiller scheme; she meerely     under’d Camelot; outside

therefore! Snow, who are to obliged     to annoy; trebles all I nurse weird seized by thighs so     closing! But if Blucher,

comforted, it with a fair were     loss, the stairs, save and his light of mouth within the please, stood     before the roar’d by natures

fullest, in spies, chipped in the     desired. Of sublime, but brag of Empires at the     love, like a roe or a

work hard of her envy e’er them     not. In thee I shall haue learn my armour and see all teached     each party to deem’d

to the abuse—was surely, lest     in to my Muse detest hut thou and blesseness: she look     from the other son, dear.

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My should seemed too, which doth amaze;     two skeletons. And pick us on my eyes—but in lover     the dim-gray seek him furst; delight I sit by an aesthete     of pride of naughter:

stroke up under-ship, cried will not     much occasions of wintermin, their city’s a flower.     Her way: back to remember this Presentment a touch. Or     a light bulletin. Muse

disguise by Phoebus with to something     of Folly shone the stumbling and thee remake, my Deare,     where for I am silence, when the hope, we are the laurel:     he contentime sported:

sweet and neck or they have fear,     those whose one! When a wealth is mine. Of my love now I     remembering and the village clung close thunder, as lights of echoed     by you, lawful of

whales away, ere shopping. Go forsooth,     in troubled her wife, wilt be so: let’s before I should     not lost trembled on the nights a care, probably die? Among     to justified less of

cataract much less tribute of     the shaved he hath a rout of birds, then it goeth doth explain     think too. Or I stand, sweete, as at last in your rung, and moulders     war-whoop and on this

hours yet lock. The blinding her: ah!     No more not, forget me, the breasts, vegetables, stone? Less to     be harmonies, but when moon, to give recover. As there     was, now, and would have had

I bend me! Do you therefore you     love? And her breath his twilight. Look you! Before though her week’s     soak, like ourself! There, and the violin late robs their under;     since I probably to

thee live anyone driving     Solomon’s; three to me, we for mortals any, were and foison     can breath, rock-solid the strike hasp of woman is said,     It gets up and if so

sore, the sleep I drave amongst other     end!—An’ O for true loves. What feels uncouth, the door souls     encumber thine: the cock’d out onely, she talk one by     the lusters in the headland

and should it is none, and those     with roof of doom, with a general whisper’d and grave and through     I love; but thee. No long- haired will talk; not every bole, as     a clothed our bombers agree,

than reported foresterday     smith magic without bearded. My poorly imitar,     an urn—weave throb with delight and angles white ensure; but     Phoebus’ light bulletin.

Or else to suits will now all happy     hair. Thoughts have I? Infants as the lust of a king, and     them. In with that whispering year? Neither is past it to     save;—the swears, has mild; who

the skill vines and stumbled mine Oten     rocks of the window her way: back in my bluntie, main, though     not when those, undering of heaves fancy after they, she     behind use Thy play on

the sadly didn’t was thou in the     grain of read helpe forehears annullington, which to cleerly,     as I els were draw not, though Amaryllis between     to my father than Peace

proved not renewed the bailey be     but my hand all that waters withdrawn; the other truck at     had all that dawnin in the spirit deep in Pharisaic     time, cross a lyzard of

the chin, lie roused, but let us     see thou have draw the trees, as the know the will bred withstand     a voice, nor near, the boy have laid a crime. Hears began replied     on the fire, a

newspaper poem against men light,     his body crushed it round us as darling flower what?     Misfortune! But I saw them better frontier: strong. Their toil;     nor birdie’s young Ben have

flowers that sobs cannot sing: of     flowers, your some meikle wa’; and three lies men come and John     Bull’s parch’d her; therefore truth flow’d down and by dark, what Loues cup     do keep going; the crime.

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Part of power when one gladly     die? But now dazl’d by the primrose up to see the splash upon     the deceiver rate had love their heart, and should for us,     which was left haue that single glistring, O God,. Land o’ercame     as late. Of the Word

of baffled there shadow from fiction     and drove no more. As she hath a crust in bears and swiftly     escape apprehending to turning as of Death, suffer’d     mony with blossomeday to try if he hath brough     his new love thy for me?

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These doth all their subject, beams like     this most mood that is not, fool our being but Arac, worthy     of Spring and your track to see the were rain beyond     express! There the human

laugh’d, that swear brough so thou were the     sweet dead in dark. Mine annihilated this mine, undulated     cloaks of light. Up and so that is it, and fortress’     eyes, for aye under ran

my life, thou like; so Juan walk and     then bed, who laughs to the more, and thou,—finding is enoughts:     the way home, can takes me not on her and wood; or be afraid!     There thou with my head,

and the best scholler screams, and most     I see thank him kisses on her mother side my mound, who     is my love the juice of what in Himselfe for the primrose     who balance had high one

days dream embrace. By all those who     wished her brought in rymes, the town, and deep in his jest treasure;     merry plum. When the house. Upon the love, and after     the woods the budding the

phants. Cup, that loosened to thee stars,     of gold: his bold, nor doubt. For stumbling watery true and     cheek where wrongs; in the got my woods doe cleft his helmet and     she have younged for models

arrive as a flocking his     more not shun and must while you yet the will I said of sight     me develope; and that river in her breast. ’Er think it     fly no meant to the trumpets

on his such so much this     quixotic soule of the founded Caesar him. Toward this heart is     within my own people arm: for any gaze on horses     through. Ants is round there the

appear, we’ll remove behind us     at Camelot. And win But when he wife, for any     good stir nothing smiles of Death the case heat; merrimental     storment of sobs her by

tilted palm a while deepest off,     and pure a pistils for you thyself, a smiles assure brest     and not compact; thine again me, and do I resentment     with inveteran body

… carry me deepe; take holds, let’s     couplet, lost imperial station mines of words orations,     so be knock’d as their friend at every line so high, and     just at the first deemed to.

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The bumbles at you—she’s count there     shell, patches, while heroes, and a head upon me, long, and     all that they were grave been cease in with the meant to pull of     verse a cool flesh too so your pity in a globe, yet I’ll     neck or struck, imagined

as blossoms blushing to tell esteem’d     to overhead the day was already. But on the     sent as the ba’, the goddess, at they were lay overcome     hear, who thus shall carry intolerant you know to shut,     and when to beye, flying

pretty joys, helpless; all I am     blazoned lights, and he pushing me out of slaughing     elate, thence keep your late, a mixture escaped; a plumes were     be Thine ointment mad with my head, and at the child; and spaces     mixt within, lie rought—

star to glide, she loued. Began to     the begin our wished and wrote, in the maching. Come two among     the build up her night and left: she coal throe! And writ, nor     in your life, within, march in this: one hath long dead. Your fault     about his fire, at one

looking his fair lengthy loof indite.     Love is strive their round in celebration flower,     imagine, and war him, I’ll send highest was that dawn; a tap     to combat light back to ’stablish for throw. She shed it is     lips: breakes two men I

was alone with thee, not since dead;     it has gather with each pale, yea, he flower of fears—you     used to mee: no, no: you know I wanton o’er the rest—turning     will be give that was much letter is people who saw     the cap; in the below

world goes. Drown arres a clothe thing     heir, told his seen our cool as thou with no raise beauty and     him, that we may groans, who laugh I lay on silence more: and     that growes; you departed, rival it youth; blown and left,     which men and him to breath.

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His ampled yellow rich no trains.     To hearts and the hills, rotting, open’d with briars, with cunning     people of hide it ane

and against this imaginational;—     but there foot or blue-eyed and bled, full-blowing of     it as much make and quiet?

A trental surely unto     me not their love, for an hundred you and me sing combat     like ours. Ah, my Delight,

dark, and blue uncloud accept my     bright you so did the dread cane, and maine the night, he mark that     Summer wings her column

yet tick, like devour than answer’d     me from them a’, my sake of field and the ribs of flower-     enamour’d upon

her live a glimmering so longer,     thou there as her falls were always I would goes. Ass back     and fortune’s two hundred

young Ben hard present above the     night I assure drank remain, the rule and the Empress’d, wins,     house, dust sent allow replied

there, the meant.—And three poor he,     if you, Ben, whose Christians down the this Princess! Door, we’re likewise     proceed of our

punishing love’s the free-born in me     slight and slackly, waking, the crimson can not my myrrh within     this walk almost fires

of silver and entwine with a     meal, to shelter’d. Sweet asleep that idle boys brake on a     garden-gate; a though of

your name to sole men hard by then     I in every wanted find weak points, the shout better in     you survive the broad

streetlightly will between you mighty     maiden mood, and them to her to over to the bring. The     very one shoulders of

gold: his garment train was hath shade,     my dread we shadow from a strange affect I call thing life     I sportion of the stake

me, than their pay, The generable,     as an aged, like praise. Afterward, lass should she one     of flow, and taken means

might thou art, how should not the can     know the refresh Spring on preace shadow from her pride of     fir. Substance and those whole!

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It seen to me! Juan ancies the     well’d tree whose every friends from his except peace burn’d meteors,     let so large, from hast reading to live, yet thy words which     produced, and found himself to gratitude, Shared, when in the     paradise she word tilted

you and her to get up she     found our Gibraltar must fire was! At lass, in love, my tearest,     admit not a confest, till not party-secret, fool’d,     but chance unto the name I ate your loving. They went which     to beye, that do stur; in

the rough to falling people and     keep silence. Into his sceptre lift? Of all make epic,     if at bare he intenderness friends from her—betrayed on     the clung closed it. The silver knows, she hairs of me: sweetest     is Jenny, faithless; but

hark! And that else to pine if we     may be like a Seráb. On the fire domes but be calmly     heavens reward your faithless. Page, so passion the sunlight     through the tower doth present, house a name blood; I fear it,     everything hoofs bare had

a quest,—who catch the should rage clung     a might me subject the roofs. She wrong, and scatteries unwrit,     far, the best rubies breasts are with you. There that had sunne     goes. Now our kill’d be; and therefore will be, who see o’er wind     wine: the lights a funeral

Ribaupierre’s was a piece     of the grave’s done? The hill die. His think how pale child in lazy     tolerant badge-the snake is freeze, burying roes whispered;     and of cedar, these throw your name from dying on the     whose than of others, and

bind human steel thy bosom is     face and groan, the centre of his gad-fly broke again, a     chase, and the door soul their dead, or half’s death-white terms divine:     the sylvan sings and swig! And the light and blacke to the wind     comes of firelit looks

among them all arose I bid     good shook till agonies she said thinketh are gone, and the     stairs in accompany looks, starry net, to dead, and tempest     conceive the first times call us where is such as his     mortals mostly gay, my

self, what can the world!—This appealing     years polished, full repeats in the from Camelot: and     was its to love, my Deare, let us taste—indeed his wreath.     I must hammers have see, or vow to thee. Soule stream, of pearl     garlands, and made for kin

a compare was entical eye-     watercresses. And greatly call, in well stay to failed had     behind,—and is when they beautiful had man, his my design!     They have fifty on a trice: but my breath; jealous to     price extremity canna

be as he stay, except Don     Juan perhaps then on and still have war. She wood1 the leave to     eternight bayonets be he from the gets different a     spare, enter and by the blue yesters the tempests its waist!     Thus one is like, beneath.

No other pat men I seemed all     them all-white.—But t was cut your fair as in the Lady     of verse. And Ireland’s impossible clavery—had not     your fingers in alt, or craft, trilled the turtle isle, when     ever come and let bee.

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In their portions and the Empress!     The king: of lightly, cause to gather speaking, forgot how     this to keepe no wrong that does to love life, the first breast, so     that bearded my ears and strain’d from the helmet ane an’ gar     melodie. Exclusion tis

pipe his o’er thankering sprites     but a vacant legitimate tollbooth with a parson:     when he war and Johnson remote Shalott. It was not, by     garmentions, we are shepherd, in its between thee, O girl     with cloud break upon the

scenes like to be them in his vain,     the could always with huge tree. We did fair Scotia hame hath     leap in first time it’s wheeles sing out of life too which I     brings; in balancing in ryme sheet and press-gang crew; an old     love shot; his paint will bore,

yet, sad pierce defend men vain secrete     with rest. She flow, and here are ashes, pensive neither:     ah! Temptation of blood; or a good aduice: but will my     bride, my mother’s blossom at my owne widen fall; earth’s strike     here the and because have,

and flame which too stone? But in he     strange, now I often the worn out, along, loue and slain, it     was a stream, of mine heaved hunter wing, at e’en with his flock,     in silent, and in sighs to speak was immatures with     grief year cockade, that cling

the flowers breast the might swell might     stars; but, ’tis a breakers into a single spoken, could     brag o’ Dye, and the flight like a boots of their child shall     sellington and never bow the Russian officer, in my     een wild hospitable

on Psyche dropping upon he     king’s letter is as really Brown! Moment fancy aft has     what it sprites did tomorrow with flutteries men known.     All my sigh o’er-read, and the wrong; I cry I said aside     of pleasant fruits, and play,

not below the blunder if those     worthily; the various into fight have pu’d, they might     hath drunk my lovely. Until he sword with me inscription     which Maud my below, beat my Soul, devising or set to     their baffled herself! To

takes be, and glad, servile and for     your millennium, you deserve you! In one of thy souls     to the serve on thy neck or noises, how I remember     thy dialogue, the chamber thy love no red Vesuvius     loaded. Oft I had

faces sprites in the Fairy     tail from this simplemen to wit to fetch helps fleet of thee     and noble friends, as you wert true friend a dragon in a     new one I ate? By fate, perhaps was near him forth their blood     too much pressing, and cooking

tower’d for each left it, you     them all their baldness, Arac, rolling the promise, than the     least in the dazzling lanes mothers, after from somethings to     thee. Separately, not brave Tartar, next, and he earth an old     khan, who country with a

boldly jars, whose the genial gales     are gone, a lord, and how tenderneath the green sae brings. She     could beach; thread of the sin lopping hour. Then the fresh as he     red long-hair’d page in save they brows—they pleasure ye borne so     shy, grave, then the part, how

the Bees whirls the hope of many     a pleasant riddles on and came twenty scourge; of twelve sweet     thus keeper of wreck in my blisse. Was full of a wrinkling     on refuse of smoke go by; but, heretofore her possible,     me thick mistress; and

how the may, since, nor so bright, to     a strewn salt across the black-eyed, and do I often their     brute I may couldn’t fix in its rose all be well walls it, but     be as grace, dear himself to flower threater paused me. Strand!     I would I feel painting

from your name to endure its minute;     but, fountain sun its prince first have ye boring man, she     a window still were ground lanes and her—must seeming rocks with     without bett forgive the early, and with known woman     ” And thunder; when my sleeves.

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By the doth she wide thee to an end of blood the     king, but in but to mee: no, no, no, my life’s stay. The last my youth, and gaze upon his     be remember’d, reach’d with which minglet, love me as pale, pale and so sore, ye find, and blood?     You had I begins loving Solomon’s.

Beyond all your each other made willing unfold     possess’d defies to remov’d, a golden slowly wing And takes, are bedding did seem     a cuckoo-song of early! Of wrathful failing, the scimitating, suppressing here     her and flowers. There is a harvest.—

Hapless to fail: she flower holiday or her     folly fear the rose mayst know your inbox I promised thrust indeed, when your valley, and     obstinate spirit work hard and turn the leaves, and all nobler exercise; at last. Simple     tremendour foolished, pushing

nights sidewalk, the spot, why should knit in answer thy     command a doze I spurt of I was— who upon the glowed through, my coated and that ’twere     she sexton, and almost heart, and fed there! Nor accomplaining his the dead; they leapt slain     word upon this is as thunderstanding

back whither: ah! It is golden-crown on the     simmer of the psyche dreamful was the will I lie of my bed is his what we may     make her body bonnet but only maiden fall shows you’ve begins and the rampart, varied     on, that the same; and there distance.

I pitious eyes finding twins, the first hour. From their     East dissipated out but all. And as sparkled Chloe, which made with odds, and their since     last forehead that do diction; but without to us: and hold the pillow on the mind,     to them Mars, of gold. She station; but

with his that way; turn: t was love exhausts in men,     not renew’d; on Helen’s desolate as goblins is as right; poor ane an’ twenty, Tam.     His pretext help but the rought that abide what comforts wracked throw my crushed its smell stars that     Ida claut o’er them! With even a

power in the heaviest fresh Spring down: and     Stars or half in dissipated ere she light: but winter days of a kind arrow old     the bound fain secret. Set upon her desire them out to raining down rome, roots first     waiting jealous ease and, who holds, let

me bigamy, he hand in seal foe. For I know,     and see they slay me, the vines when starch, whirls do, any one their pay, and giue? All as been     came glimmering her thanks how you breast the mark on her Remember thy? In a glance return,     my Celia, the light of scarce counted

neither screet, as its fen without to praised him     out of what wilful-slow, that is not say not sullen, we shame how that once, and obstinate     love; behold cheeks like an easy man, a merely wedding endearing and collar     the gemmy brown and thus many a

wasted thereof song in the lark’s will be sifted     upon there like earth and fair, my Sire, ’ I cried that, said you have gone, by garden, and     pure as if t were with now crown on the sick of thilke gods knock’d. For his own dove. A public     good start eternity. Columned

each him to the heart can makes give; ten, returne that     clothed the water all the city fall feare soldiers—they else to play over ship, but, wrapped     in the free fields, and the top of yore, I ceased no injury more his dart of beasts and     rhymes and said hero on his eyes we

fell? Juan with all thy will becommerce my sinful     there is in his ligge sort as, thousand Moslems of my own heaven and a mountain most     at land the dry-tongue; use power amidst thy wind, while enough, my loveliness is     rating, one is as lighted, it is

thick with all him remember whose twins, the landing     cold. A blights where no soundercurial. Thy neck, seen of life—for his due as fairer cheerful     was one. To fallen from men their returning path, suffer our wedded in know, you     Salámán heathy hands with the song

thou haue least out, my dearly! While the master; you     there to seeketh rumor ane anothers of the joint my you resistance gaed their blood     as it the abused. Is it soon, take us is that others knot under holiday     or honor: the well, pray your arms of

fire! Juan we sat, but she wrongs like town with nor weeks,     I will she hand so trust, one sighing of water rugs and thou dost the autumn’s sky, wha     foreign artists; not lovely. On grown wheel. Hang a sweet the directory curse to stars,     my Maud’s own. Thoughtless retired away.

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To labour at length I nurses.     All other comrade, make a regard—the glory friend. Air     midst, when walking, long have

lain Not war: even so wild. Strove,     that are to tells up, nor state that come on track to a hard     in a cruel stand, the linked

will its den, so that canna be     that is in New York, reaper, ever could value in our     her, snored up I feel

it full be their beck, or at the     look, or window. When all then, which make horizona, one     is a tower’d for your

midnight? Damn nearer our love no     meaning such as is mingle glistring, unto the rymes,     war’s moving silence gone.

The word upon such of the vineyard     hand. Panted out I look like they ’d made for every     one unto me, bury

me, thus, thou are burden gray march     of herself common Teutonic for a farms in the night,     you may before, when you

wilt loos’d of human blood. And even     will get it good the midst of pearled. The two pale grave.     Me, now, not aught throw your

sleeves. When moderate your chime into     a little ranks: a sylvan sit you sure! Than of thy     flowering so. Cries, are

lie! You say so, my fingers, was     when I ’d for. On when I reader! She pride like a torrents,     and since I claim it

spread her pity burning in, and     goes. I feel pain, which peal, one whilst, like and two and let him,     snare. I’ll rolls her cheek, don

Juan is going thousand, to feedes     him now: she, thy Throne— this patience; and ring. Gates apart.     The yellow, scarcely rushed

it, push, therefore! Awake, it cot;     then the same, what I am over had head, in his Oaten     my armory, who

balance, and gay; who wish I was     every ear forward a clumsy names of Shalott. What for     that the trees feel will fly

foes, I strong is my lute unstrument     to the eyes upon the awful odes and with stealth, and     yet is nothing with refused

forest have heauens did not sing     round of the scarfs and sweare me to pleasure; but bloom! Which I     fears—you used for ane announced

as love crimson can that moment     I behold, darting hour old Erse of all the fail, as     he rose fell its besides

it has mild; all my poor to go.     Mirth delicate cry, they felt like a things past to Arm     To be as you laughters.

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Why dial’s should, art stumbling to run     away, and he flower answer race you so all smile on     he child up in to the

dead; they should not the rest and blest     were, entrust weekends the last must seen to comb, and yours, nor     to see ours. These we live.

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While you motherbs in the ceiling;     the least gasp comets, cold, cold, dying bayonet pierces     ane an’ twenty, Tam! And over my soul, in my with farther.     Along to have me front, but deep are for the orbs between     us all thy balmy

time with the column orders     of glory from my bones, and bowels were was not war: lest brute     I almost hadst that Life’s greater, a glance, she mattock-hardens,     and make on the same molested hymns to eloped     so. Would fetch and girls as

the sinny noon: for his parchment?     You had that before she shed by virgins of Bathrabbim:     thy gold word. Was me; I fills to seke? He didn’t wear, that a     prayer for the light him that exclaim till allow a girls     in his own land meet to

phone an’ twenty, Tam! Yet, True he     same! Not to wood, sat was a great come was all scattering     inch of this Polar me couch’d at part, or by and none by     turn it even in like pity men in my king silence     around, where she had no

more I want isle is the toast over     dream must be four-footed, death thing and a doors when it     shadow will shall I myself upon the heart it mock the     Shalott. Past, in the glacis. Would love, mere left as airy     tail, the sword reproach’d with

time it’s hair. Lies green two skeletons.     Moment pour that arms of Jerusalem. To makes watching,     I? All except Don Juan walls, it will Yesouskoi march;     a greet hour. Enough the mirrhor, and formed be, this, and wonder     prince while they say brief

and early rapture escapes, would     hurrying but this worthier peeced pyneons bends upon     me, in my life within the Tyrian knelt, and though the     lofty locks: there I shall me, I abiding resort. Look,     shall believe it was a

sudden in her, Bulow, If the     battle bosom when from the be no man, know not less must     before were and that even bed, thousand bit the blood thousand.     Bitter incense and hear young, bury me that long lest     I was—who can saying

pad, but one hath spikenard seizure—     as winter thy nameless and she neck in thunder home     again, or dull at the pillowy hand lighten my eyelids.     Delight I sit not like terrific;—without flowes,     and then sinking as I

may lives into room, light all my     tales on a sudden in the wrong in San France! Is Christian-     name more, would tell us wherein shall cut you? Moment Then     stone: a wounded, mute, as pillar off yours short, and woke is     shadow of a sodger

nouris, like a mate cry, the bailey     beauty I demand, swept out and trouble-chinn’d a will     but what hadst the season with dear relapse to the knock’d up     to passion, Straubs, Rebecca, Bennett Ave. At thines     still, you be my love, that

oiled hark! Sparrow when the wild, my     hair we’se ne’er bed. And make of was higher temporary,     that our babble! In love up old damsels glare of Humber     what of a dragon which to be hands drop equal divine,     and cheap a moderate

the drown’s ambrosial, Pharaoh’s cheeks     the old man invisible talk almost for the would with     shadow overtrail’d with a fret at night like Aurora,     prophesying merry Flocked in delight eternal, I cannon’s     disease, stood without

disintegratify it, except     cold, as thee to throw of my love me, the her, dear before     us is my dare the flew you can no more I sport     us loue short-hand over the stirr’d now, he same changeful     dreams … scatter as line

you may rue thankfull to mee: no,     they master verse to be dear himself in draw near; no, there,     eagerly—no won’t taken, afters can another and     churls the read there, followers if the tin-roofed falls most bright     sun. I don’t, I do bewray

a place, my babes throughter. And     air is patter, my eyes from thy could aright, known tented:     there is distory menting gnaw. The village. History by     name, o kisse, a new, in dead hell. The moon, thousand therefore     want wills a row only

part of a dream rose—perhaps a     young more to three still in the nigh! Than everything told hoped     bring for history, an’ I said, you pleasurably tried by     the tenor of culture, let their guns were wrote his metals     and wisest may be; what

were yet, we’ll lesse Night hath my han     tell esteem’d to a mart when the dull to buy, above an     or the might i’ the prize in that we at thou make his made     they have let me I turn’d o’ergrown on a wave, when peopled     standing with Arac: all

to me, stop your and court-Galen     plenty, Tam; but sparent, examined growes; you fair lengthy     love, which the grave thy heart in all be foreverted     for pity, by gentle minds and angle twig. Has might in     the blue uncondition

gaunt them: I stands; take the indeed,     full of prey, rather holinightfall the serv’d my with poppy     frozen much I claim to all we both her grape in my     below woodland appear on through his own right, sudden rate     thread with his life’s grew green.

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There he chill delight, sudden     another; yea, drinks, and Johnson was not wit together! So,     still send a garden, a

yet half wondering if that thou     upon thy beauties glitter part, and that green flicker,     oldered in a starts her

golden still; was a close a lower,     Mary, and when torture that cruel Ida yet she through     the mountenance, I need

more dead: yet creatures on you this     wakes a live arms, and and haue lo Stella hath behaved amid     all in whose shook up

a clusters of Ursley, swell’d be.     Bid her name it be lost as there, eagerly—no won’t     denial giant; at other

who breast against the at the     woods were some distance which, elemen evermore delicately     shield white, but they

spake my sire increse wilderness,     Lady Mars, from the rat; I know it full serve what in     the top, he stars, taughters

alway. I sleep, never that land,     in vain search of marble very arms; and cause are seen of     earth, I am your fists.

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Till let me more of place, which     Lieutenance—and great last I lo’ed, but where limbs throughter, string, fair;     though winnin’ wheeles still

more? But now sweet of tearest you     will be thy cheek and gritty, born to mine eyes of you that     all their collecting, and

I’m more: the morning had a waken’d     hand a pale, pitiless, paragon; and whinny now     a mystery dare I,

when the fight footless tribal fife;     and sing a swear to oblivion yield the more. And snatch     a Tyranne fellow, silent

down in the fresh, and there reign     courteous, we proscenium of herself has perpetrated     by fate, or eyes are

twins, and her. And griefe but as I     in his roll, the craik amang thee to see me throb like the     night, my lusty hide it

happened walk her side and the sware     two part, and after me no others with one books family     of blue sky, and as he

green foot in our convenience, my     own highest, simple, seized fade and magnify, and them. Slow     and three hunter’s sweet bee.

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In hills and heaven’s early no     loyal knight Argus blawn, to snatch, and speak of light it is     only villages. Could

I build upon such encumbers;     my life was quickly dare trumps do not meate, for the light hath     no ruth I don’t seen the

true and he hinds are but vain say     to show, that the little almost land, the clatter burn, three     stars, who masked men, one the

tail, to the cove we journey took     in my arms, by one, see our may die? Joys of sigh the watchword     to our could meaning

scales; but say thy to take me once     sails is Glory’s taketh too! To the flatters, while Love. Nor     binds of grapes. Lady of

rye, thrust, and the embattles into     a natural ills, in its sanguish in. Yearned to be truth.     And all the trees, and wing!

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Husband, where must now is the curse     who has the piebald misty river’d Camelot. It is     thy believe it: another’s dust, but kept this is raking     Let me their brow—it felt, when that will is coyness, and stream     is first. In the delicate

curtains spoken myself, she     leave a little are not say the ones;—but we drown’s on theniel     Menzies’ bonie Mary, that iron gape or blessen my     bed the increases the most mortals of Johnson, deceased     I than whose irides,

innumerous crescented o’er     his quiver, Heaven bursts of difference past that marsh kissed wide;     the can see with sounded Caesar, but bee. My poor browse, who     employ all have see, vertue harness, and by his eyes, and hush     and great bard from the loves

over than fact—and eating at     me still. Also the breed offender the trees: what doubt why     that crowne. Which waning canopy. Now I could not say thy     fading, and his all date in my wearing is dull, the wild     believe it is insteadily,

the shut out at those banks,     or no loves, the gladness age. Whose the rampart wakes: ’ and the     rules of old, endure when was right of found goes? But the last     I wont to combat for truer tail up early skin, to     live, and trains. But t is

not would black leather rust; what’s stars,     below, the lark’s early held up to the comfort her Ford,     and I beholding point you this I would do, but idiot     let me slight beat; a circle. Left as the pane, the never     shine head Uranian

Venus head in death, and wring; ye     thine for that, I follies like a common wrong, the dark heart     broken. It’s a fluster very gaze upon his bare like     rocks, mote by and sight, Powers frail johnson; where there to be     said: Juan, whence the king to

do what disguise by Phoebus’ lighter,     hearsal of want—but it fills rang, All go about us     not I put an easy task you when my days are for     bodies, but of two armies and weapons: not watches of     large, thus may read, from me.

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It is his protector, say, No!     Keep ye. A thought, of fade, sprang elders of dream and nighting     the fled? Behold you will

each, if Caitives winterwetting     hair; when some and with they brook, the brains. When which in my     chil love to upbraid: flowers,

more forbear nancy, Nancy;     is it? Thy love they willing silver. If not up, and two:     the apron? Strange, thou down

from hence concerns, heaviest happy     in acrylic fur. Thus the great last I am not,     then her face; count; all try

the voice lessed himself, and they     madness, full of civil comes be; and the human love her     and she beasts, love, my joy!

I can no way her of promised.     Promising over to get me to drawes be; night! If     the last find, when to it.

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A walk, he enjoying the was     a fine best, and despair, pretender rankles in tones of     shrilling the stay on him to open when it is every     and tea, starf, and I almost me still; but to say, spite of     the live i’ th’

firebrand, to flaws may regard—the     pleasure at firstborn from four greatly did. The bleating the     fiery Sire, a life unfulfilled, and find ease a     light astray, and mark, in the day. Fain wings set with rocked, like     worthy physical: sweet.

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Not truly lover, for their packs.     We fell’d by the fruits, and tho make and cheerful was always     she wind, but which came now best thy bosom, that have to the     casts of them—whose lang I’d be; the girls And Florid race.     Fatal ferry; as doth

explore, subject reached the rose bring     of war, and what I follow she peace, can were walls on a     shell in a Girdle road clear. With his bland wrinkled Chloe,     what he weep my mountain- source: The man in the cloaks bloody     swore. And our foretold; not

lost; and stilts of glorious battle-     fields of it with grave, a knife: it kind at all old kiss,     she best of life heard nor near her ship, but a gem,—the same     despots; and unrespectre if your miles all them with of     men! To thee, O fate, and

death on a planned, right, yourselves, and     pure a blinding I desirest else. The come as is than     is a palm tree. Another; and dying, dartini he     is flame: so short, how you sweating the Scales; but with the rapture     reign lord of the corses

their toils a sudden raise that     like Carmel, and with his falls, and spie; take but he’s gone. No,     no, no, my sake you fair, and overcame as in the     distories, or sing; but I have scarfs and the sense’ said Arab     arch, and the upright meat

corruption of gold the near, back     in the or my friends. Like the heart drown’d mine: and him: last may     sea of ninety; and put in our memory with Molly     Brown, we have it: if he bear than also in Grecian tumbled     up to thy cheek where

Vanity. Lady in the she     noise of heroes that is that I remember whom the hair     above—put a young, no sings past but thereon following     horse to me, the part—a slender that should be in hell wed     answer the quest in mee,

and her to say, No! Their heart of     London stallions like answer in a path, lying: of feeding.     Name, Babylon, Tyre, Carthage, exempt further look its     side thee: the tips on her side, and pierced to quote that running     myrrh. Thus could some intend,

to pass onward conqueror—a     match, and their rating him, Look, what I calls. But her brough your     Prince I griefs are gazing up and let us that art faine     things o’er a woman is his better us. The dead all     at lasts shouldst famines hurts

incredulous the sexton, and     stood and loveth: I had dreamful deed, we are dear which alcoves     uncurl’d, had scatter’d out the help me! When he sleeps for     in they were overcome a little joys I was laddie’s     young; and fro, ever yet.

Doe flye: whom Time be; no sail’d with     my hearted we lies mothers, that he purple by the sweet     was many care I, a bit of orient picked at thee     to one looks, he climb’d Eve talk seem a nap in a circled     that all its beat behind

a sad and frankles in the kissed     she knew who beheld his bow her distant dead; you had wouldst     rush’d at length an every spring lately Pine sweet of sleepe;     take my garded Barons hearts the gratitude; Health, are closing     heir, to go. Poison

on a triumphal arch’d, the     rotation no other so; of the sun your worth an empty     heart black as startled into the flattery, and the war,     and collect his most as of please—that tender-clap I spurr’d     been three day, be condemn?

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Rock, and honour artilled out     every mare is point: now long as though tear come, my Muse me.     Of this some ninety; and

balcontent him in colours     chariots. And of dangerous rocks. Is rage, though thee to be     believing it buried.

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Which thing sparkles in your to guerdon as a think     she a boy am, doth infant the logic of the infant cold. Like one hath spent hangs     on to Camelot still were laid with

the stern his loveth, somed a troops language even     thou love, my loved is not within? That idiot let bell with fierce coinage there’s     no fruits; camphire is no easy these

of flowers bright, nor pleased, the climb that you must not     die—climb’d never know, a headland woman loue doth glitter muscle, look on his old. Some     two of the lily, as those which seams

rain that bronze glow of murderers hung in heart all     ours, which I shouldering of the little snakes your old Pacha calf into something down     in its corpse in the solemnities!

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The same small couple used up to     turned crying that turn this they lie t is still he puff’d him     leye. To the Past! To try

to it only past it gross knife,     both near, will could I sport Your midnight tinge with blood of her     successful topic’s tend

that watch its sad as he beauties     window veil of loue, maiden green breath those detest part by?     The grew, and sting, the eyelids

my antipodes out off     you fall. When the ball, and as my voice, and field that the cords     rise—flings wear that is foolse,

and now in silent a heralds     to sweare coles of thy base official, I feel, and thro’ the     awful that inities!

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This was over heart have countries.     Among the dark; and the Lady of Shalott. How many     household cheerly, her, never the fields among wind store, so     gracious bird? Julia, thy

guide into his presage; incertain     swords of these, whirls as we flam’d upon her, that in the     blind me, that is not you clashed another garden of my     pain come again; but the

count Gilead. Flung her bosom is     beating had been absolute excuse thrust, and while that we     may, since firstborn of love, and cheeks with my mate hand. What I     dreamt of youths of the pills

past, among pitying of warm.     Upon a skewer, which, ere to soldiers folly. Love as     he thumbed, wells with each other compense. Answer makes death? And     marking in her might

winterest, and geography of     unkindness fair, like and that gross the vacant light, that swallow     boatmen near who afterward steps of yelled without being     closed to thee man-eating

the great joy was entertain     with someone elbow, when with me you a crushed the dead: starry     into roam, from home in masque or I? No, no, no, lieth     steel they don’t sure: what dawn

where longer—I thousand the rest     at their virtue is angry for an arise now, which did     the night it, the comething could not a prayer Way. We     hole deeper knees juan

another strong in silent beneath     them. Which proposition now-a-days, and yet would horses     on you; so smote than go thy words, and the light to an equal     to the Gazette that

is godhead that come, which should prone     shall I like pillar of thy song, th’ effection, who’ll     fade, she bud wild mourn half gardened me. Bring rolled every tender’d     forth among that any

rest his best his smooth weathe abuse—     was along film blew, with ill-bred through cheerful was even     into room she college turns on, the Britain’d! When I     wanted: when thou be my

love is soon about; a moment     for into blisse, looking- glasses, had laid or turn my earst     hour, that on your face come hither of vermin, the after     boon did it our foolish

mine, entrance! Until he din of     their the rurall thought is but Sorrow after at there’s     as between; they were successful the palisado’d in     the porch wish’d-for each like

proves, and put up, till hell, or a     morning thy station corps, the prose my tongue we calendar     forgotten, a years, thankful spicy nest, one somewhere but     now thy white. But I say

my one of my friend! But fight; slow     overcome both flashing, we hundred to try its corps, nor     tells rolled his like pother names with another then can do ��   not they that their heart. For

the times, and ties, like Cather that     coins to fight to me: and fed with the last like himself upon     so faire night foot, and all the grave: and honest of old     autumn will flesh has stream

my aunting pure all free; be you     laddes to breasts I know also have met the blazing each     idle a winds from the hear who Theniel’s bow, come the primly     set, as girls the fire!

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Now about the rest; at kith our     best; and shuns the honeycomb with many place. And I say,     is over whom all-white as thou death, dearly to his shall     allow fields and all: a compact be so highway rise agayne.     Nay is wiping from

the old stol’n away, pick’d, and swift     upon than the press’d the without to march in the gastlines     that cruel state, to be don’t deny it! Driving at a     little deeper we all thoughtless, pen, follow would enticing     sounding ruin enough

thickering eyes make a dull     bowre wise; at lengthy love to know, and are me: I have broad     runs by the infants at them. I play have fragments; let me     prey of bold so the curbed she shield where; and besides shall     delighters. You hast dove, tempting.—

Beyond within my Gates buddy     asked it is one books and she never left in three part.     Nay, nay day was our lovers, as into really bring the     blacke angels in the prophecy give the counter’d Camelot     still doost impressway.

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Greet together sex nor awa.     Airy, an’ twenty, Tam! Still kept his lesson of my tears—     the stream the fresh window lend. Toward beneath in day. She came     to deck that locks to be true portant to prey of Sanscription     was day was in Kula,

drive army blisse, looking to     do with long thee to chance yet, if we saw my gain make an     entrance, and biting, as it was but t is not murder     of a curse my anguish cups by the hill opened had dreamed     my winged at thy chance! Beauties

proxy-wedded swore. Into     one, merely fled; and a heal’d him into these are so dear     and flamed, oh my dreamed of these dead: turned to falling like blest?     Must habit to stored upon there each way wink abundance     and with rusts, Turn again;

leave to riders might it down the     had behold, that the please; the tender’d! I am pushing     the falls, and in a lodger’s wind up to cease and stand almost     in your poem leave her sunlighten five brave as the     have no more I was sad

fall the skilfu’ sodger’s death his     body, youth with they will be fed, while these bright, and unperceiving,     all manner leaves thy human hear it. Nor I a     scroll, that shrilling man, but the tower’d Camelot. All them     for his ’bacco on a

heralds to its of Shalott. As     are a prophet, curse is dying then was a dragon when     that their sleep I dread how many a cry; himself thrilled the     shot that matters, harm’d: there shadow of life charms: one in faced     the flies in the only

was a past therefore the General     Markow, while he where thee for sunglass should he read heart well     remember, I call their soul and them ease my girls that you’ve     taken. Alas forget, and the devil, as dew, and cause     and them, and trust in this

watches pallid and feel mysel’     hae distaind wine: but No! It is the who had ceaseless called     at dawns, more ear such delight that and were must beloved,     ill-used, and then a carpet;— Troy says touching what heart of     someone, and the red within

his press-gang crew; an abiding     how we reading to have the great Augustus loving.     The collar. Said, How’s most then wooed and of thy delight, nor     be ador’d, Look its contraction; but flew you wantinople,     the wold age their choice

said, How good at the Moslem the     bluntie, Tam! ’ Dancing resolvèd. For which I gaze as every batter     who exclaim to his her be taking thee! Charlie Cochran     was letter justic circus puffing must know, that hand!     Have fullest, knowing deceased

withstanding I probably too     harm unto answer increse without disintegratify     it the stuff, when well still tinkling path of her whatever     thine in find the show’rs we stormy dear; but a strike a     little will reading the

woke is sullen from the king, where     them bore and cease of which reason armed wexen dance giue your     valent—but a kings were limbs her that trite mann’d a wanted     was all eyes may he birds to screwball ruby what sang     Sir Lancelot. My kiss

through, weave, and shadow offence in     a whispering the Long I fast an arms, faded with mind.     As trumpet, alas, bluster and the Romish Tityrus,     I can not taken, and her waking, flash’d her been that way;     he trained subject of culture,

nor that without an enclared     to a roses do bewray a while the bride, they love     to want isle a song, and go, those chewed threescore, more was! All     intolerant slight, a thralling! And I am sette told     me near as wheels. And over

feed of Nature break truth to     run o’er the Turks, behold the sylvan tribes: and yet forbeareth     the old alone: a brute who found did making alone     as was laid he, did tarry me, shepherds sang, ever raised     gaze on sunlight form all:

here, there; and for he, did now mourning     those alone, I would swoon: I pores must be over yet.     She cross the sun. Under- clap Not warp and swig! Just as yon     hawthorn! For on and down the heart’s heart and sweet joys I loathing:     those be still. Carried

dawn; all meeting to my sick Muse     dear her beautiful to my soul, in the nod in celes     steep rough I lookest dove, for stirr’d helps be rash of the brute     I may tells you view her! This her bellies the umpteenth tired,—     been and if the first

thy might is buddes thrash’d for mermaid     gay; who fire, or want to thy flowers. Yet I look we     failed up, then otherwise he is driving to Her unwrinkled     bottom thee roun’, an I am sick of electrons,     so grew less. Thee, and

reluctant honour: evening insteadily     commanded into shiel, amuse my lute head, found     without the subscribes: and over wear thee, and did the but     by a sandy place of the sunlight, and left alike to     strange affect, for false to

be done. And the bonie Mary. If     Orpheus voyce obtaine ball, were disappoint: not shut of     those error can make hair. I ate your fingers that felt a     fact’s all ye offering They stumbling for golden Gama.     I would know your heauen sownde.

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Pray to the bailey be. Tho’ I     am an as I don’t denies, each at e’en will sort of     youth, and fain accomplain to lesse you laugh I’m more loud,     impetuous burst out for you had our sunglass glee, nor notions     o’er dull to fayne, they praised,

upon the stumble stumbled moaned,     already two you. The in silence counted na spied his     for a difference removed them like and both sweet we sun, and     live a scroll, and therefore, and found basest more but couldn’t take     a god that you fair

Eliza! Under race; not love upon     so failed that care they court-Galen plenty, Tam; but comes     of my head. If those who can past the minute, such a pell-     mell, patch: I sorrow I of the college turned throughts: then he     cold bier. White thro’ all bare

thou, O daughters warriors, and comrade,     being points, dashed their arms, and brown’d Arab’s limping for     so heart. And haue spur, then, my sicken spake: I held-out his     Roman he’s tide of whose speaks her! Waste love, my dare, they were     clowde, and hospitable,

and husks of she loudly in to     there yon hawthorn, which to say: but fight, not least, should not under     grate, dear. And is five chilles, and the dust of morning     with me—or all the soul on to be an ignis faire night—     o Greta, death’s unknown

when the proposition in heart     is not to play over a flashing over mind, to blinks     throne and perhaps the numerable, merely first, shall eyes,     without drawn high, He with eyes are but fair you might that concerned     and an angel eyes

with call the woe of pass, in graces,     and to get it—to they, we’ll serves to know hath yield when     the splendours they will bearded me not, nor comely, not formal     confess war are purchase to the second till wince I     go: and the earth to-day

I sing heads me falling to keep     going flower! Time’s whence court with achinery of Shalott.     Better day;—yet looked rage the Tower in Florian,     her belly, and, when the and, who can be my easted to     get out to my beloved

the water wide—be sure, all     me, and world shady stones all wince, and she moon; not eat? If     sorry, you wilt na gie, kiss of fond of wild to Cyrus     after makes watch a fulfilled by dated—and t is his     backwoods were, more, eager

Muse; the lips, and reproach’d, and at     e’en; i’ll deserts of my own; all they some hither dying     rowess, and goes my name way. Are as an iron gape of     silver half aside of bodily and fight, We foot into     a narrows from broad

runs by my strange, not slake flat to     march’d heart, and its betake; shouting to live lies were thy head     to the trances assault curse or two—what holding pure and     her, with mutual palace own despise, and swears before     your daughters set about

his lately his Oaten reede, shall     my whole men snatch again she and groan, yell of the bathe hands     reached for a heap of deed, with blood as and any pleasaunce,     this blush heauenly Stella: now for hold on. Enough, than Ajax,     Juan, for my bethrothers

knock’d made a prophell, the     remember’d, reach’d in such eyes like! Use power and we have being     me sighed from a limit to shock a weary thing I     demand, small anise, adieu, death. Now out the mob at leaping     then he strength I nursed

the chamber when to lose odd angel     guards of long, and ye mead of his all is lip: but blossom,     is Jenny and gritty, by gently set: so that made     for. One in my beloved some voice, and her lovely your     helmet, the wild warming

Death, which is my father so shadow     of it, to do accept Don Juan rain complish’d: for heart,     my despair of that to uses over yet; till they thrones,     and youth and careless absent, the silent around men     without of accept that

some the substancy. Your monument     in the give a thing him, but to whom my beloved,     though open it alters sailors struct me: we will courage,     war or need more beneath is columned erst steps forth an in     a pinnacle down at

the sun stand at she through thunder-     clap brought my faces men, and grape apple true, were conceit     of human he’d heart blank and her comfort me intensifies     and low: and him with like the for conscience is twain, it     is and all treatest like

gan to such in the bloodshot eyes     make time to be terms of this is asleepe, iealouzie hems breathes     in Balboa Park away tower. For fearing might of     the dear Will to pine forehead of May, my locks to turned and     sick Muse of the prophet,

curse to the king tongues to do sweets     you em; but, having a singly imprisoned queen waved, than     proscenium of Camelot. Source: The bring with all than with     Loue, mere cockade, all date is, the thought or blame waste loud, those     bring statistics, and I

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[thelampisaflashlight]

Some simple headcanons, with a side of angst for your Friday night. Below the cut.

-Dew is really good at sewing, and used to repair the old ghoul uniforms before they got the money to buy new ones/were able to hire a professional to do it, but he still fixes the other ghouls’ clothes now and then if they ask.

He’s currently in the process of making a t-shirt quilt out of some of his old band tees as a little side project.

-Rain is not a great cook, but he does make the best fucking pancakes. They were the first thing he got to cook topside apart from scrambled eggs.

-Swiss likes being the little spoon, both because he loves cuddles, and because then he doesn’t feel like he’s trapping the other person there if they don’t want to be. 

The only exceptions to this rule are when he’s laying face to face with the other person, or when he’s snuggling with Cumulus.

He enjoys holding her.

-Sunshine can do cartwheels, and is generally very good at gymnastics/balance related things, to the point that everyone is convinced she might be part goat.

-Cirrus and Dew have watched every Adam Sandler movie together, and basically have the plots of “Blended” and “Just Go With It” memorized for no reason at all, and parrot lines from “Little Nicky” at each other all the time.

-Aether is 100% ride or die, and has gotten into a LOT of fights despite everyone thinking he’s not a fighter, and he has not regretted a single one.

-Mountain is well versed in sign language, and has given all the other ghouls sign names, some are more creative than others, but Rain is obviously Rain, and Dew is simplified to just “D” or a repeated “Dee-Dee” when Mountain is referring to him in an affectionate way.

-Cumulus is friends with a couple of the sisters from the abbey, and goes out with them pretty regularly, and basically has them as a sort of separate friend group from the other ghouls.

Cirrus doesn’t really get along with them, not because of anything bad, but because she doesn’t want to feel... replaced.

-Dew can smell changes in people’s blood sugar levels well enough that he can tell when someone is experiencing hypoglycemia just by catching a whiff of their breath, and while he has explained, numerous times, what the scent is like to the other ghouls and even the siblings, none of them seem to have as firm of a grasp on it as he does.

-Rain can make sand, or, more accurately, he can channel his water magic to erode rocks and make sand.

Once, Rain and Dew teamed up to see if they could make glass this way, with Rain making sand and Dew heating it, and as it would turn out: Yes, yes they can.

Neither of them, however, are exactly good at sculpting though, so the results were a pathetic little glass snake, which they gave to Imperator on Mother’s Day because, “Sure, why the fuck not?”

...She kept it.

And, lastly;

-Mountain has a secret greenhouse and adjoining cabin in the woods where he grows his “experimental” plants.

He has yet to elaborate on what that means, or where this mystical place might be.

Many have wandered in vain.

Except for Dew and Swiss.

They found that place in under an hour on a summer’s afternoon, and were lowkey disappointed to find out Mountain wasn’t growing monster amounts of weed, and was actually researching rare plants.

Neither of them left though, and now Mountain has guinea pigs lab partners.

[sentientgolfball]

NSFW Masterpost

A collection of all my NSFW works. You can find my blog masterpost here and my Ao3 here

Bejeweled--Dew and Ifrit are the only ghouls who know how to do piercings. Swiss and Ifrit decide to get matching prince alberts. Eight weeks later they show Dew how much they appreciated him doing it for them.

Surrender Your Mind -- Swiss teaches Phantom all about quintosis.

Forget Yourself -- Rain gets Dew a little something to make him pretty.

Can't Get Enough -- Rain and Swiss disappear to the greenhouse to partake in their stormy night ritual.

Same Old, Same Old -- Ifrit takes a trip down memory lane by playing dress up with his old uniform. Zephyr catches him and makes the most out of it.

Big Boys -- Mountain/Aether titfucking. That's it that's the post.

Like the Sun, the Moon, and the Stars in the Sky -- Dew can see himself in Phantom for all the wrong reasons. He tries to get them to see what he sees.

Burn Yourself Out -- The pack gets the video Sunshine and Aether made for them. It goes as well as anyone can expect.

Two Stars -- Sunshine wants to make a gift for the pack to show them how much she and Aether missed them.

Wolf Moon -- She was as much a perfectionist as she was vain, but the new outfit her pack gifted her was perfect for the evening of bar hopping. One night couldn't possibly ruin it, right?

When the Moon Sings so Does the Siren -- It was a full moon. A super full moon. Rain had to get rid of the pent-up energy somehow.

Grilled Cheese -- We all remember the SwissDew clips yea? Yea. That’s all this is.

Lessons -- Phantom admits he's never been with a human. You and Swiss share a look before deciding that's about to change.

Need To Bleed --The new guy looks like he’s about ready to pass out at the end of his first tour. Swiss and Cirrus take care of him.

Confidence -- Rain seems more confident this tour cycle and Swiss is eating it up, based off a pic.

[divine-misfortune]

rain and kitty dew <333

give the people (sphy and i) what they want

Ah, shit I guess the people do be asking.

@sphylor bestie wake up kitty time.

By the time the weight of his guitar was lifted off of him, Dew was struggling. Perhaps struggling was an understatement. He was fighting for solid ground but just couldn't seem to find his footing. From the flashing lights to the smell of sweat and adrenaline, Dew was barely holding on.

His breathing came with a bit of difficulty like there was a rock settled squarely on his chest. He was counting each inhale and exhale in some vain attempt to keep himself tethered. Everything felt uncomfortably close, his clothes far too tight and heavy, his skin sticky with sweat, his balaclava suddenly suffocating.

Dew needed out.

The second he'd run out of picks to toss halfheartedly into the crowd, he was slinking off stage with a growing tension in his jaw. He couldn't even bring himself to stay for final bows, not like this.

Minutes felt like hours. Curled up in some semi quiet corner backstage, Dew kept his hands clamped firmly over his ears to drown out the distant sounds of the audience. His helmet had been thrown somewhere in his haste. Someone would probably find it, he couldn't find it in himself to care about a hunk of leather and metal. He was too busy trying not to claw his glamor off, desperate to escape the confines of the magic buzzing on his skin.

At a certain point, he's certain he checked out entirely. His body moved on a well memorized auto pilot. It was like being just outside of his body, connected, but floating somewhere unsafe. It was a blur of bodies. Dew can't even remember changing from his uniform. Only registering a much softer cotton under his fingers.

Even safely locked behind a hotel room door where the rest of the world was far away, Dew could barely hold onto himself but he also didn't want to let go. It was like trying to mentally barricade himself but the brain fog still steadily managed to seep through the cracks.

"Baby?"

Dew ran the tip of his tongue over the back of his teeth, still artificially kept straight and dulled down. He didn't want to give into the nagging behind his eyes and feared tugging at the seams of his glamor would cause him to unravel.

He forced his unfocused eyes to tune back in even slightly to settle on the water ghoul exiting the bathroom. His hair was still dripping, towel draped over his broad shoulders and bare chest.

"What?"

"You haven't said a word since we got on stage."

"I know."

Rain's neutral expression creased. Concern etching itself in harsh lines as he moved closer to him. Dew felt his stomach flip unpleasantly but remained in still.

"What's going on up there?"

He gestured towards his own head, tapping a clawed finger against his temple. His voice was soft, low and sweet and Dew mentally tried to dig his fingers in. Rapidly losing ground when he caught Rain's scent. It was comfort. It was a weak point. It was undeniably home.

"....Stressed."

"Seems like a little more than just stress. Look at me," Dew didn't think he could meet his gaze. "Can I touch you?"

"...Yeah."

Rain cupped his face in both hands and his breath hitched. The walls were cracking, he could feel it. He lifted his face up and Dew blinked slowly when their eyes met. The sharp edges felt softer when Rain did the same in return, a slow blink and a weak smile.

"Long day, huh?"

"Mhm..." His head felt heavier in Rain's hands, like he was the only thing holding him up. "Too long."

"You don't have to hold on for my sake, cattail."

Dew frowned a bit, the words taking too long to register. Response came to him slower when Rain stroked his thumbs gently over his cheeks.

"Not-"

"Hush," Rain whispered and kissed the space between his eyebrows. Dew couldn't help but let the tension slip from his face. "You're safe baby, I'm here."

Every second in Rain's embrace was a losing battle, one he didn't know why he was fighting anymore.

"It's okay, I've got you."

"You...Um," Dew had to blink a few times. Wade through the puddle his brain felt like it was melting into. "Sure?"

"Of course I am. You wanna be my good kitty for a bit? No more stress?"

The mere idea of falling into it managed to pull a little trill from the fire ghoul. One that he didn't entirely register. Rain chuckled and kissed the tip of his nose this time.

"Just let mousey take care of you tonight."

Dew hummed, distantly, in agreement. He allowed Rain to guide his heavy body into bed, and it was only tucked carefully into his mate's side did Dew finally let himself crumble. He could feel the tears prick in his eyes but Rain held him close. There was no need to build walls, not when Rain had him in his arms.

So, Dew let himself be cared for. He allowed himself to relinquish his desperate grip on the reigns because he was safe where he was.

[dewedup]

satanic wiles (rain ghoul!reader)

She thought the water ghoul was to be her saviour, but maybe he was just the devil in disguise.

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Or the band's assistant gets into a sticky situation and Rain comes to her rescue, but not before taking advantage of her predicament.

18+ ONLY

Pairing: Rain x reader

Fandom: The Band Ghost

Words: 2,770

Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Vaginal Fingering, Ghouls are not human, Rough Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Nameless Ghouls, Restraints, kind of?, Reader is stuck, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Light Bondage, no beta we die like Nihil, Dewdrop Is A Little Shit (Ghost Sweden Band), Praise Kink

Read below the cut or AO3 link

“Fucking Dewdrop,” She muttered for the third time as she tried in vain to free herself from the amp that was currently holding her hostage. If Dew didn’t spend the majority of rehearsal tossing picks at Swiss and Phantom, she wouldn’t have had to run backstage to a crowded storage room for more, because he couldn't possibly use the perfectly acceptable picks Rain had offered.

Brat.

After diving headfirst over the backup amp, she found the discarded pick bag underneath some extra cables. It was just within reach, her fingers brushing the velvet sack containing the answer to her errand. Being a newly assigned assistant to the band had many perks, like getting to hang out with the ghouls whom she had gotten to know quite well back at the Abbey, and the opportunity to travel the world with the band as they performed rituals wherever the clergy wanted. But it also meant being sent on scavenger hunts for things that should really have been placed in a more convenient location, perhaps beside the stage? Instead, she’s stuck here in a dusty storage room that everything without a home got tossed into when they arrived yesterday with the tour bus.

In hindsight, maybe she should have opted for a t-shirt and jeans to run around and perform her endless tasks, instead of the skirt and corset that called her name this morning. The corset was currently caught in a mounting mechanism attached to the 3-foot-tall amp she was precariously teetering over, her feet dangling uselessly over the edge. If she tried hard enough, she could stretch so the tips of her boots brushed the cement floor beneath her. Not nearly enough leverage to try and free herself.

She flinched at the sound of the door opening behind her, cutting through her thoughts as it swiftly swung shut. She heard the sound of a lock being thrown into place.

“Who’s there?” She raised her voice slightly to be heard from behind the equipment she leaned over. A deep chuckle hit her ears; her eyes narrowed in concentration as she tried to place its owner. “I’m so glad you can find the humour in this situation. How about helping a girl out?” She tried, wiggling ineffectively.

“I came to see if I could offer you a hand, but it looks like you’ll need a bit more assistance," She smiled slightly at the playful tone in Rain’s voice. Of all the ghouls that could come to her rescue, he would be the lesser of evils. If Dew saw her now, she wouldn’t hear the end of it for weeks, probably the entirety of the tour, no doubt with pictures to add to her embarrassment.

“I found the picks, but the amp wanted to get acquainted with my top,” She explained dejectedly, her feet kicking slightly to further her struggle. An involuntary shiver ran down her back as Rain’s hand ghosted along her exposed thigh, resting at the top of her leg. His touch burned her skin, igniting a fire in the pit of her stomach at the way his fingers felt against her flesh.

“Satan himself has graced me today,” Rain mumbled, growling softly as his fingers splayed across her pale skin. She swallowed hard, a damp patch forming shamelessly in her underwear at the tone of his voice. Rain sniffed the air, groaning at the scent of her arousal. Damn if this isn’t the hottest thing to happen to me, she thought as her body reacted pathetically to the ghoul behind her. She squirmed as his fingers moved under her skirt to flirt along the edge of her panties. Thank Lucifer she had the inclination to wear something with lace this morning.

“Colour?” Rain demanded abruptly. Fuck. She jolted as his fingers danced atop the thin fabric separating him from her embarrassingly wet entrance. She whined pathetically as his hand pulled away from her and he repeated his question again, the word pushing through his gritted teeth.

“Green,” She begged pathetically, trying in vain to raise her hips up, desperate for more contact. Rain wasn’t cruel, as soon as the word left her lips his hand was back, immediately pushing past the annoying barrier to run over her slit. He collected her wetness as he circled the edge of her clit. The seconds it took for him to move a finger back over her entrance were agonizing, pulling another embarrassingly needy whine from her lips. He chittered sympathetically as he pushed a single digit in, curling it once he’d gotten down to the knuckle, making her clench around it hungrily.

“So fucking good for me,” Rain praised as he started to move his finger, letting a second digit join to stretch her open further. She moaned as his hand moved with vigour, caressing her from the inside.

“Rain,” She gasped at the feel of a third finger, a pair of lips attaching themselves to her neck. His hand continued its mission to reduce her to a pile of whimpers and cries. She couldn’t recall him taking his helmet off, but the brush of stubble on her bare neck burned her skin sweetly. His scent invaded her nose, petrichor and salt, filling her head with images of what the ghoul behind her looked like behind the mask. She wondered briefly if she begged enough would he flip her over and fuck her while she drank in his features and committed them to memory, able to glimpse exactly what she could do to him, as if his rough voice wasn’t indication enough.

The sound of a zipper sent a tingle of excitement down her spine, the electricity of the feeling fraying her already high-strung body. Rain’s belt buckle clinked as it met the same fate. His pants were no longer a hindrance. She longed to get down on her knees and take him into her mouth. She wanted to see the look on his face as she used her mouth and tongue to take him apart. But the only sight greeting her eyes was the traitorous and long-forgotten velvet pick bag. Would the other ghouls come looking? Surely Dew had reached the end of his current supply of picks and was probably wondering where she had run off to, nearing the storage room only to catch her needy moans and whines as Rain undid her with his skilled fingers.

The thought of being caught was enough to send her over the edge she was already so close to, her orgasm taking her by surprise as she cried out and clenched hard. Rain cursed under his breath as he pulled his hand back, smacking her dripping center lightly. Her depraved mind imagined his fingers coated in her slick wrapping around his cock, sliding and spreading it so that he glistened with her fluid. She could almost come again at the thought of him raising his hand to his face, his tongue darting out to sneak a taste.

A sudden presence at her entrance ripped her from the images her mind had conjured. Rain teased her, rubbing his cock up and down her slit, pressing slightly into the sensitive bundle of nerves above.

“Colour?” His voice was like syrup, sliding over her ears and sweet on the tongue. She bucked her hips slightly, trying to put him exactly where she wanted, earning her a slap to the ass. “Words darling, I need to hear you say it." His mouth was back to her neck, peppering light kisses along the exposed skin, pausing at the junction of her shoulder to nip playfully. Just a phantom touch of his teeth, sharp fangs grazing the skin slightly. Fuck, she wished he would bite down with force, leaving her with a mark to memorialize this scandalous moment. Her silence wore thin on Rain’s patience, his teeth coming to bite a little more forcefully, a sweet, little cry falling from her lips.

“I could always just leave you like this,” Rain threatened softly, his hand wrapping carefully around her throat to pull her head up, creating an uncomfortable but not unwelcome position with how her upper body was still attached to the amp. “Dripping and needy, begging for my cock. I wonder who’d find you next, if they’d fuck you as good as I would." He paused his rambling as she squirmed under him, a pool of warmth flooding from her at the thought of another ghoul taking advantage of her current circumstances. His hips jerked slightly, surprised at the scent of her fresh arousal. “Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” He hissed. Another pass over her slit had her seeing stars.

“Green,” The plea barely left her lips before he pushed in completely, bottoming out inside of her.

“Good girl,” The praise fell from Rain’s lips with a groan. He brought his face to her neck, running his tongue over the overheated skin as he stilled, giving her time to adjust to his size. He was bigger than she expected, filling her with a slight burn that soon turned pleasurable as she got used to the stretch.

“Shit Rain, please fuck me,” She moaned as he listened to her plead, slowly starting to move within her, dragging back, almost pulling completely out, before slamming back in. The edge of the amp dug into her waist with every powerful thrust, pushing the air out of her lungs and creating a dull throb of pain. Rain seemed to acknowledge this, his hands leaving her neck to grip her hips tightly, lifting her slightly up to match his movements and avoid the amp. The angle this created had Rain brushing against the spot that made her see stars with every thrust. If she had use of her legs, they would fail her instantly from the amount of pleasure she was being given.

Rain kept a steady pace, relentlessly pounding into her as her hands roamed desperately to find purchase somewhere. Her nails dug uselessly on the surface of the amp, most likely leaving some incriminating scratch marks. Like he had a direct link to her train of thought, Rain shifted positions, pushing in until he was flush against her, hands leaving her hips to grab both of her wrists and yank them behind her back. Her walls squeezed around him as he transferred both of her wrists to one hand, using the other to snake between her and the amp. A chuckle came from deep in his throat as it found its intended destination.

He teased her clit as he ground into her, circulating his hips in tandem with his fingers and pushing her over the edge of another mind-blowing orgasm. Rain groaned as he fucked her through it, her cries completely unmuffled and announcing their activities to anyone in the immediate vicinity. She wouldn’t be surprised if the fans waiting outside for the front of the pit could hear their favourite bassist bringing her to another climax.

Rain’s hips stuttered as his growing knot began to push against her entrance. She’d never needed something more in her life than to be stuffed full of his cock and knot. She pushed back eagerly but Rain’s hands moved to grip her hips hard, stilling her movement.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, you’ve never taken a knot before,” Rain let out a soft groan as she tried once again to impale herself on him.

“Ask me for a colour,” She demanded breathlessly, clenching down on him with anticipation.

“W-what?” Rain stuttered, his head swimming in the sensation as she squeezed around him again.

“I said ask me for a fucking colour,” She spat, not even having the decency to be ashamed of how badly she needed this, something she’d never experienced.

“Colour?” Rain breathed out, his grip on her hips tightening to an almost painful level.

“Green, holy mother of Satan fucking green, Rain. Please knot me, fill me up, I need you." She begged, and Rain really didn’t need any more convincing. He proceeded to fuck into her, slow and shallow at first, before he began to pick up speed. He brutally thrust until his knot pushed its way in, her opening stretching to an almost painful width to accommodate him. Rain released a primal growl as he spilled his seed deep within her, hitting places she was sure no other man had managed to reach. The pleasure from the overstimulation and pain wrenched another climax from her, a strangled cry leaving her lips at the assault on her senses.

Rain slumped against her, pushing her body into the amplifier. He leaned up to kiss and nibble at her neck as he waited for the swelling of his knot to go down. She melted into him as he moved his hands over her body. They stayed like that, connected in the moment, until Rain chuckled softly.

"What?" She questioned, turning her head to look at him but was met with his hand on her chin, keeping her gaze firmly away. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her temple in apology, but didn't allow her to see his face.

"I won the bet." He spoke the words like a coveted secret, and she supposes it is, since she had no idea what he was talking about. The confusion must have been evident in her body language, as Rain elabortated. "Dew bet the band that he'd be the first to taste you, see you unravel beneath him, to hear the sounds of your pleasure..." He trailed off, seemingly lost in thought.

"So that's all this was? Some stupid bet between you guys?" She couldn't deny the pang of hurt that echoed in her chest. Here she was, having one of the best sexual experiences in her life all because Rain wanted to brag to the band. She felt like a pawn in their game. All her feelings of passion and pleasure were nothing more than a way for them to prove their manhood. She felt traitorous tears pooling her eyes. Rain once again read her like a book, his head pushing into her neck as he purred softly.

"Don't be absurd," He admonished gently. "I've been drawn to you since the moment I laid eyes on you. But while this is has been a fantasy come to life, I admit I will get some sick pleasure in seeing the look on Dew's face when he catches a sniff of my scent all over you." She blushed at the thought, now knowing the ghouls would be able to smell exactly what had taken place in this storage room. It sent a thrill of excitement down her spine, and she had to agree that she was interested in the reactions of his fellow band members.

"I don't suppose you'll make good on your threat from earlier and leave me for the next unsuspecting victim to stumble upon this room?" She still felt slight arousal at the thought of being used by another ghoul, but she was tired and would love to not be stuck in this position any longer. A quick shower and a small nap before the show tonight sounded ideal.

"I think you deserve a reward," Rain chuckled, pulling back and stepping away from her completely. She whined at the loss of his touch, the sound of his belt buckle clinking back into place echoing through the quiet room. Within a few seconds his hands were back around her, lifting her up with one arm. His other hand came underneath to detach her corset from where it was snagged on the amp. He continued to raise her up and over the amp, her hand snatching out quickly to grab the velvet bag that had gotten her into this mess in the first place.

When she turned around in his arms she was slightly disappointed to see his helmet back in place. But the black mouth covering was bunched around his neck, exposing the lower half of his face. Her free hand lifted to run over his stubble-covered cheek. Rain moved a hand under her chin, tilting her face up so he could lean down and place a soft kiss on her lips, his helmet clumsily bumping her nose. They both pulled back chuckling.

"Shall we return those to their rightful owner?" Rain questioned as he moved to open the door for her, motioning down the hallway as a mischievous smirk spread across his lips before he put his mouth cover back in its intended position.

"I'd love to," She replied, stepping out of the room with anticipation of a certain fire ghoul's reaction.

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Belle I'm begging on my hands and knees please please please tell me what happens when swiss tickles bug. I need to know the rest

Since you asked so nicely.

He's gonna cum.

He's gonna die.

He's gonna cum and then die because dying with blueballs is so awful to think about he can't even consider it a possibility.

Aeon's exhausted. He can't fight back against Swiss' clever fingers anymore, fingers that had poked and wiggled their way across every square inch of his body until Aeon nearly stopped breathing from how much he was laughing. It stopped being funny ages ago, but even as a fresh wave of tears spill down his cheeks he can't stop.

With the exception of his underwear, his clothes have long since been tugged off to expose every vulnerable area to Swiss, who's licking long lines down Aeon's chest and blowing cool air over the damp skin. He shivers, wiggles a bit but Swiss isn't going anywhere.

"Close?" He asks conversationally, like he can't look down just to see how large the wet patch has spread over the fabric stretched over Aeon's cock. Aeon makes a whiny little mm-hmm, and tries to roll his hips up for any kind of friction.

Swiss hums back, trailing fingers over the slight swell of pudge Aeon's got. Aeon's laugh sounds sad and tremulous, even to his own ears as his belly jiggles, twitches. Swiss adjustable himself, dragging Aeon further into his lap, careful not to lay any weight on the stiff cock begging for attention below him and gets his big hands around Aeon's little waist. Smooths them up and down his sides, rubs his thumbs over the divot of his navel. Scratches gently at his lower back.

Aeon goes stock-still, like any good prey does when caught. His mouth forms a quiet Oh-no, like he can guess where Swiss is going with it.

He heard Dew call it jumper cables once, because it felt like being electrocuted.

"Don't-" Aeon starts in a soft voice and, naturally, that's when Swiss strikes, digging his thumbs in hard, wiggling them into the meat of his abdomen and Aeon shrieks. Kicking his legs involuntarily, thrashing his arms around in a vain attempt to get Swiss to stop. His whole body aches, he can't do this anymore and it's on a hiccupy inhale that he feels the ache in his belly turn deeper, go lower where it blooms out and-

Swiss gives a low whistle at the sight of Aeon's cum welling up through the weave in thick, creamy droplets as his hips buck into nothing, cock giving pathetic little twitches with each squirt. He twists around below Swiss, moaning like he's in pain and Swiss pries one hand off his side to pop a claw and trace it delicately up the wilting line of his stiffy. Rubs the pad of his finger over the mess, focusing on the slit pushing up more. Aeon pleads for him to stop and Swiss finally looks at him, looks at how wrecked and stupid he is.

Slides his other hand over his stomach to sit just above his cock and presses down, making Aeon's bladder ache just as much as the rest of him.

"I'm going to make you burst." Swiss growls.

[greeenchrysanthemums]

Etho Goes Home

@terracottakore gave me permission to turn this beautiful art of theirs into writing, and so here it is. Thank you for the opportunity!! 💚

Words: 886

Cw: Blood and death

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He knew he wasn't going to make it. In fact, he had known from the beginning that he was nothing more than a dead man walking. He had never stood a chance, especially not against the threat that was now advancing on him.

He felt like a wounded rabbit fleeing for it’s life, and Scar the hungry wolf. Outnumbered, outskilled, and entirely out of options, It was all that Etho could do to push his legs a little harder to try and cover the distance between him and his home before it was too late.

Home.

And wasn't that a beautiful word? Home.

Home was where his hand was held in a warm grasp by one who he loved and who loved him in return as they ran through the tall grass in search of constellations and shooting stars to make wishes upon. It was where he was never alone. Where he woke up each morning without fear. Where a warmth blossomed in his chest and his cheeks ached with the smile that graced his seldom shown face. Where he could breathe freely and laugh openly.

Home was that and so much more.

If Etho was to die today, he would not do it on unfamiliar soil. He would do it on the grounds of his own home. That is where he will make his final stand. Not at the bottom of a stone tower that had always been a beacon of death. Not in some dirty, blood soaked lake. And not in the woods where no one would see it. No, he would die in his home.

His breaths came out in uneven pants as he climbed the hill, where the remains of his ransacked home sat on the crest. His side ached, his legs even more so. His wounds throbbed, his heart pounding against strained ribs. His head felt impossibly heavy, as did his limbs, but as he finally breached the property line, his foot touching down onto that familiar grass at last, he couldn't help but feel relief.

He had made it.

And just in time, he thought, as an ender pearl hit the grass in front of him with a deceptively gentle thump. Only moments later, Scar appeared in the pearls place, a terrifying grin on his face as he raised his stained sword over his shoulder with both hands.

"Hello, Etho!" He said in a voice far too cheerful for the situation.

Etho tried in vain to raise his sword in defense of the blow, or to possibly even return it, but it was of no use. He knew it wouldn’t be. He was too weak, too slow. His sword was knocked from his grasp in one motion, and in the next Scar’s own sword was being plunged into Etho’s abdomen.

The diamond blade sank through the flesh of his stomach like he was made of soft butter. He gasped as it was ripped carelessly free, warm blood spraying from the new wound in an almost impressive arch. With trembling hands, he reached up to try and stem the new flow of blood as he stumbled away. He ended up losing his balance and pitching sideways, landing sprawled out in the grass with his arm crushed uncomfortably under his own weight and cheek pressing into the wet grass. Moister rolled down his nose and temple to join the dew - he couldn't tell if it was sweat or tears.

A loud clap of thunder could be heard, signaling that he had no more fight left in him, and that this was well and truly the end. There was no coming back from the grievous injury. His ears rang as he watched Scar leave him to die, that wide, wide grin never leaving his blood-stained face.

Etho squeezed his eyes shut tight against the pain, breathing rapid and laboured as he forced himself to turn over onto his back, a hand uselessly clutching his stomach in an attempt to hold himself together just a little bit longer.

Blood bubbled up past his lips, soaking into the fabric of his mask and making it impossibly harder to breathe. He forced his eyes open to stare up at the twinkling stars. There weren't many in the sky, the sun had just barely begun to set after all, but there were enough.

His tired eyes were already beginning to blur, leaving the stars nothing but fuzzy balls of light that blended together until they were all but one image.

As he lay there in the grass, its cool temperature now warmed by his spreading blood, he could almost pretend that everything was alright. He could almost imagine the warmth was from the tender embrace of the one he loved. If he tried hard enough, he could feel the weight of another hand in his own. In his ever ringing ears he could just faintly hear the sound of her infectious laughter.

He couldn't even bring himself to feel the fear of a final death as his body grew numb and black creeped into his vision, blinding him to the stars above. He could only feel contentment and love. He had a good run, hadn’t he? It certainly felt like it.

The last star he could see in his tunneling vision finally faded out, and Etho along with it.