#god i love those succulent names

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hey, I love the way you write Donna sm! RE Donna needs more love.

Could I ask for reader and Donna in an established relationship where Donna is getting a lot more comfortable with affection and sexuality. Because reader is always initiating intimacy between them, Donna tries to seduce reader but ends up getting too flustered and embarrassed halfway through so reader shows her how it’s done.

It can be gp! Donna or not. Either one. Thank you :)

Yesss!!!! Thank you for your request and for your support, your words make me want to cry :,) I hope you like it, and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :)))))

How to seduce you

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem!! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, fluff,

Word count: 5,505

Summary: She's acting weird, you wonder why...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!!I love you all!!!

“Seriously, these breakfasts are the best way to wake up,” you commented, while silence acted as your companion that morning.

It could be a day like any other, in a life like any other, but it wasn't, not when the person you had in front of you was the dangerous Lord, the dark lady, Donna Beneviento.

How did you come to share coffee and toast with what was possibly the most feared woman in the village (apart from Mother Miranda)? Easy, falling in love with her.

It might seem like something simple, something that happens daily in the life of any normal person. But no, it wasn't easy and neither you nor she were normal people.

You were a rebellious girl, who always stayed away from the duties of the village, from prayers, from chanting to the Black Gods. Now you regretted it, because after years of refusing to go to church, you discovered that perhaps you had met Donna much earlier.

Shy, disturbed, lonely... You could use a lot of horrible adjectives to describe her, but none of them seemed right, no, nothing like that.

A shy woman who was unlucky enough to be born in that place at the right time, or the wrong time, yes, that seemed like a better description. You certainly couldn't think of it as bad luck, a selfish part of you was grateful that it had been that way.

Who could blame you? You were madly in love.

“Mm,” she murmured, staring at her cup of coffee, with that elegant way she had of doing everything, everything.

You smiled at that shyness still visible in her gestures, at that subtle and overwhelming game of glances that could make all the ice in the world melt. Smiling pleased at that soft response, full of modesty and at the same time pride for having pleased you, you nodded, blowing into your cup so as not to burn yourself.

“Look at that toast... It has my name,” you said amused when the lady in black offered you another succulent delicacy, even if it was just toast. “You are not going to escape…”

A shy laugh left her lips, with a soft movement of her head that indicated the tenderness that your fun attitude towards life provoked in her. Maybe a person like you, who made her see the world from a different perspective, was all Donna needed to stop wanting to be alone. Or maybe it was the natural need to love and be loved. Either option was valid for you.

“You know what? Before living with you I used to make myself a disgusting instant coffee, the one the Duke sells. It was disgusting,” you commented, enjoying the soft aroma of your cup, the exquisite flavors of that breakfast, a breakfast like any other, or maybe not?

“Mm” That was her brief response, looking down again, something that made you frown in a curious way.

“Although well, they weren't that bad, you know, those modest breakfasts with the morning freshness entering through the cracks of the cabin,” you continued talking, with a curious look towards the lady, who nodded passively, as if she wasn't even paying attention to you.

“Mm,” another distant murmur left her lips as she sighed. Your expression was becoming more and more amused.

“Although if I'm completely honest, I miss the blood of a virgin maiden,” you whispered in a normal tone, with the same tone with which you said the other phrases, hoping to set a trap for the brunette.

“Mm,” Donna nodded, making it completely clear that she wasn't listening to you.

“Hey, Donna!” you suddenly shouted, gently hitting the table and getting her attention. The doll maker jumped in her chair with a confused look. “Were you ignoring me?”

“No,” she replied dryly, pretending to maintain her composure.

“No? Let's see, what's the last thing I said?” you asked, crossing your arms in a comical way.

“You liked the cracks of the blood,” she said in an embarrassing whisper, making you sigh victoriously, resting your head on your hand.

“That makes sense,” you said sarcastically, causing a tired sigh from the brunette, who stopped eating, shaking her head.

“I'm sorry, (Y/N). I was a bit distracted,” the lady in black confessed, looking at you with a strange gleam in her eye.

“I see, why? Is something wrong?” you asked with a more serious voice, less joking than usual. Donna shook her head again.

Donna Beneviento could be the best of the Lords, the most powerful they said, the most terrifying. But when it came to social relationships, when it came to expressing emotions, she was the clumsiest woman you had ever met.

“Sure,” you joked again, sipping your now lukewarm coffee. “Come on, let it go, tell me what you're thinking.”

“It doesn't matter,” she said immediately, smiling with false tranquility.

“Okay...” you whispered amused, blinking rapidly. “Can you bring me the oil?”

The lady reluctantly obeyed your request, crossing her arms moments later. Pretending like you didn't care, playing social games she wasn't ready for, was your best way to get what you wanted.

“Grazie, doll face,” you said amused, winking at her. She shifted in the chair, huffing in frustration, gritting her teeth.

“Okay, you win,” Donna said, sighing again, defeated, playing with her coffee cup. “I was thinking about last night.”

You smiled sinisterly, raising your eyebrows to emphasize your simple victory, and put down the toast to listen carefully to your… Girlfriend? Well, that would be another complicated topic.

“Last night...” you murmured, with a slightly more serious tone.

It could have been any night, but it wasn't, definitely not.

“You're going to make me say it, right?” she said, with a pink tone on her cheeks. You laughed with a casual shrug.

“Say what?” you asked, feigning confusion, pouring yourself some more orange juice.

“Oh, come on, stop playing,” she sighed nervously, annoyed by your attitude, as always. “You know what I mean.”

“What do you want to say?” you asked curiously, slurring your words.

“What I think,” she said, crossing her arms, her legs shaking under the table.

“What do you think?” you asked, continuing with your little haze, making Donna grumble again, muttering words you didn't understand, probably insults.

“(Y/N)...” she sighed again, shaking her head. You put your palms exposed in surrender.

“Okay, I'll park my combat tank,” you said with a soft, understanding voice. “Tell me what worries you.”

“I'm not worried about anything, it's just… You know, last night…” the lady said more confident due to the end of your well-intentioned teasing.

“Last night, yes, a great night,” you commented, interrupting, this time for a good reason.

“Lies,” she said with a dark voice, with her eye fixed on yours and a slightly hard expression.

“I'm not lying,” you said, savoring each of the syllables, with a seductive look. “It was great.”

“Do you want to stop lying and tell me what you really think?” Donna asked with a harsher tone, as if something you had said had been a reason for her to be offended. You frowned and laughed confusedly.

“Well, I think it was... Wonderful,” you said, pretending to think about it. You had nothing to think about, you really enjoyed it.

“I don't believe you,” she whispered, looking away from you, her face betraying shame.

“Why you don’t?” you asked curiously, settling into the chair with an informal posture.

“Because... I didn't... I didn't last long enough,” she confessed with a murmur, with the trembling of her body evidencing her shame.

“Bah, nonsense, you were great, Donna,” you said, laughing, downplaying that absurd concern.

It hadn't been just any night.

After months of living together, of innocent kisses, of affection, of caresses... That night you finally decided to take the next step, consummate the love you felt. It was a complicated step for poor Donna, who had lived without knowing that sin, who had suffered an unwanted transformation of which she was deeply ashamed.

At first you thought that the lower part of her body was the reason for her fear, for her reluctance to be intimate with you, but in reality, her only concern was her inexperience, the contrast of an apprentice of lover with an experienced one like you.

But, after all, you weren't lying. You really enjoyed it, even though she insisted on denying it.

“You are the one who says nonsense. I wasn't even able to make you to have an orgasm,” she said in that low tone, watching in case the annoying and wandering Angie was near you, listening.

“That's not mandatory,” you said, downplaying it again.

“Of course it is,” she responded, with a harsher tone. “I'm useless.”

“Stop saying stupid things,” you sighed annoyed, playing with a piece of toast. “You were good, great, really.”

Donna laughed nervously, shaking her head and standing abruptly from her chair. You followed her with your eyes, making the same gesture.

“Hey, where are you going?” you asked amused.

“To the workshop, I'm not hungry anymore,” the lady in black said with a low voice, which revealed the anger she had for not fulfilling what you were supposed to expect from her. She was angry at herself, but as always, she made it seem like it was your fault, something you learned to ignore over time.

“Hey, come on, come back here, we were talking,” you called her in amusement, not stopping her steady pace to get away from you.

“I don't want to,” she said, already far enough from your happy and relaxed way to have a conversation like that.

You sighed, shaking your head, rocking in the chair.

“I guess I have more breakfast just for me now,” you said, forgetting that awkward conversation, rubbing your hands, pretending not to think about her worries, ones that, according to you, shouldn't exist.

It took you many more conversations like that, many more unexpected escapes, more displays of cowardice, of insecurity, but, as time went by, you managed to make Donna forget about that nonsense, and start to feel comfortable when it came to getting into bed and enjoy passion.

Always insecure, but with more desire to make you enjoy, Donna stopped worrying so much, she began to let herself be carried away by your hints, which were not so indirect, and to establish a constant rhythm of moans and intimate laughter at night, or during the day, or in the afternoon. It didn't matter the moment, the important thing for you was to make her see that you loved her just the way she was, and, truly, you enjoyed those small moments of lust, as it couldn't be otherwise.

But the shadow of worry began to appear again on her face. It didn't seem like those problems at the beginning were the cause of her sadness, but it didn't seem like everything was as good as that time when there were no worries either.

You asked again and again, but to no avail. A sudden escape to the safety of her workshop was her only response. Thinking that maybe you had done something wrong, you began to think about it in those moments of loneliness, in those moments when it was just Angie, the house and you.

It was a shame that not even thinking, going over and over each of your actions, looking for what the root of the problem could be, you could you act like a mature person, and not like the irreverent and funny girl that you really were.

Jack, get back

Come on before we crack

Lose your blues

Everybody cut footloose

Music played on the walls while you cleaned, well, you pretended to clean the house. After reading and rereading the hundreds of books on the estate, the only thing you could do to not get bored was remove the tons and tons of dust from what was your home. Donna never asked you, and she never would, but you had to admit that you had an insane obsession with cleanliness.

Also, how can you miss the opportunity to listen to that upbeat music you liked so much?

“Kick off the Sunday shoes… Come on, Angie!” you sang with a shrill voice, which made even the portrait on the stairs tremble.

“Please, Louise... Pull me off my knees... Jack, get back...” the doll sang, joining in on that painful show, while you used the broom as a guitar, doing everything except cleaning.

“You got it!” you screeched, turning around, only to discover the lady in black looking at you with a frown and a half smile on her face.

“Oh, doll face!” you shouted amused, putting on a seductive look and walking towards her, holding her hand, trying to get her to dance with you. It wasn't the first time you tried, and failed, well, almost, her smile and the fact that she moved her arm while you turned under her was much more than a victory for you.

The music stopped after a few moments of erratic movements. You comically bowed next to the doll, who seemed to be the only one who was truly amused by your antics.

“Thank you... Thank you...” you said, leaving the broom aside and stopping the vinyl that was spinning in the player.

“What are you doing, tesoro?” Donna asked, shaking her head at your attitude. You shrugged, catching your breath.

“Clean up,” you said, nodding. She looked around her, thus verifying your lie.

“Oh, really?” she asked amused.

“Well, more or less,” you admitted embarrassed, approaching her and hanging on to her neck seductively.

“Was that forbidden music?” the brunette wanted to know, frowning again and making you roll your eyes.

“No, well, maybe, I don't know, was it?” you said mockingly, putting on your best innocent face.

Donna sighed, shaking her head.

“You know I don't like when you buy contraband things, (Y/N),” she scolded you, with a dark, but calm tone.

You cringed, with a mischievous smile.

“You'll have to tell the Duke... His offers are... Tempting,” you whispered, making Donna sigh again.

“Of course I must assume that my lei have had something to do with that,” she said, her voice soft, without a hint of resentment.

“You're still a Lord,” you said amused, lowering your hands to her waist and stealing a quick kiss from her, moving away and letting yourself fall on a sofa.

“You give me a lot of problems, (Y/N)” she murmured amusedly, with a tender smile, sitting next to you. You winked at her, with a superb look.

“Well, I see you have returned from the cave... Do you want something?” you asked, giving her a nudge.

She normally spent the whole morning with her dolls.

“Don't call it cave. It's where I work,” the lady protested, her expression hardening. You apologized with a mocking gesture, sticking your tongue out at her. “I want something…”

“Well, ask for it, doll face,” you said, relaxing your joking attitude, beginning to see the same worrying expression on her face as in recent weeks.

“Um, I... I...” Donna stammered, her gaze searching for something that you were unable to intuit. “It's a very nice day, isn't it?”

You, blinking in confusion, looked out the window, where the merciless rain was pounding incessantly. Slowly, you turned back to the brunette, who seemed embarrassed by that pointless mistake.

“Oh yeah, there's nothing like a pouring rain for a quiet walk in the woods,” you joked curiously.

The lady in black sighed, shaking her head.

“No, yes, well...” she said, trying to breathe normally, something that seemed to be too difficult for her. “What, what I want to say is that even in bad weather you… You are…”

“Happy? Well, I guess it's genetic,” you said amused, trying to figure out the meaning of that strange conversation, apparently without success.

“No, I... What I mean is...” the lady murmured, under your attentive gaze, one that she avoided, her face blushing shamelessly. “You look beautiful today and… I… Well… I…”

“You?” you asked impatiently. “Donna, are you okay? You're shaking,” you said, changing amusement for concern as you watched the trembling of her body and the erratic play of her sweaty hands.

“Yes, I'm fine. Let me finish,” she said abruptly, without looking at your face, shifting on the couch.

“Okay... I didn't know you’d started something,” you murmured, studying each of her clumsy movements.

“If you let me talk, maybe I would...” she snapped at you, relaxing instantly. “(Y/N), I... I, I would like... Well, the rain is very romantic and I... I feel...”

“What do you feel? Does your stomach hurt?” you asked curious and confused, seeing how the poor doll maker seemed to have a hard time relaxing.

“What? No,” Donna said, offended for some unknown reason. “Why are you making it so difficult for me?”

“Do you want some tea, a chamomile infusion? Have you gotten paint poisoning again?” you asked, hoping after that wave of doubts, one of them was the right one. It didn't seem to be the case.

“Oh…Cazzo!” the lady  growled angrily, getting up from the couch, walking angrily away from you. You blinked in disbelief, trying to reach for her wrist, something you couldn't do due to another dismissive gesture.

“Hey, hey, Donna, wait!” you screeched, getting up and running after her, now able to grab her arm. “Hey, come on… Tell me what I can do to help you…”

“You know what, (Y/N)? Forget it,” she hissed, wriggling out of your grasp in an unpleasant manner.

“Forget about what?” you asked, shaking your head. “Hey, hey, don't run away again.”

“Vaffanculo!” the lady growled, before making an unpleasant gesture with her finger and getting lost in the elevator hallway.

“Hey... Whoa...” you sighed, with your hands on your hips, looking at Angie, who was very attentive to this strange conversation. “What the hell is wrong with her?”

The doll simply shrugged, walking away from you as well, leaving you petrified on the floor.

“Are you feeling better?” you said after another hour of absolute solitude, somehow different.

Donna's erratic attitude had been on your mind for a long time, but, after that strange encounter, thoughts about it began to take more priority in your head, thinking that something really was happening.

Her gaze pierced you like a dagger. A dark look, but one that she fought to remain composed. During that lunch, she didn't speak. She just ate almost without looking at you, just like you, a most uncomfortable situation.

The woman nodded slowly, after a tired sigh. Tired of you? You hoped not.

“Hey, I've always wondered... How do you make these things always have this texture?” you asked curiously, with a piece of food on the fork. Perhaps talking about cooking would relax the lady, who seemed to still be terribly nervous.

“These, things, like you say, are called farfalle and it's very simple, (Y/N). You just have to read the time it says on the package,” she said, with a disinterested voice. “Not twenty minutes.”

“Oh, I see, that's why the dinner I made for you on our anniversary was a disaster,” you joked, nodding calmly and an amused smile on her face.

Donna smiled for a moment, putting that strange worried expression aside.

“At least you tried,” she commented, with a slightly more relaxed tone, with that tender and shy smile that drove you crazy, even after so long.

“Yes... I guess that's something,” you sighed, with a romantic tone, expressing sincere love with your eyes, something that would make whatever her problem was, disappear.

Donna drank some wine and sat thoughtfully, relaxing her posture.

“(Y/N) I…” she murmured, gulping down the missing wine, making you frown. “Well, I... I'm, I'm very...”

“Happy? In love? Crazy about me?” you said, raising your eyebrows, sketching that irreverent smile.

“No, I mean, yes, of course, but I... What I mean is that I've been thinking about you all day and...” she continued, closing her eyes so that your interruptions wouldn't make her nervous again.

“Oh, what an honor,” you joked, drinking some wine too.

“Yes, well, I...” she stammered again. “What, what I want to say is that… Well, I'm getting hungry, you know.”

“Oh,” you sighed, with a more sincere smile. “More pasta?” you asked, offering her your plate. She snorted and shook her head, nervous again.

“Okay, no, I didn't mean that,” she said, visibly blushing, you still didn't know the reason. “I've gotten thirsty, you know.”

“Fine,” you said amused, picking up the bottle that was on the table. “More wine?”

“Ugh,” the lady in black growled, banging her fists on the table in frustration. “Forget it, with you it’s impossible.”

“What is impossible?” you asked, your face harder, too nervous because that strange behavior had returned.

“Nothing, nothing. I’m going to…”

“The workshop again?” you said finishing her sentence, just when she was already getting up from the chair to run away again. Oh, no, this time it wasn't going to be so easy for her to escape.

“Leave me alone,” she hissed as your hands ran to grab hers, stopping her from disappearing.

“Hey, Donna... I just want to know what's wrong,” you said with a soft, serious voice, with concern in your eyes. “You have been saying and doing strange things for several days. Hey, if you have any problem with me, just tell me and...”

“I don't have any problem with you,” she said, stopping you from continuing to talk. You sighed suspiciously, caressing her cheek, burning due to the blush.

“Okay, but you have a problem, right?” you whispered, moving closer until her perfume was perceptible, thus forming a safe space that you knew would work. Or so you hoped.

“Yes, I...” she admitted. “I have, I have a problem.”

“Well, let's talk about it, shall we?” you said in an understanding tone, trying with your caresses her gaze didn’t dare to stray again.

“(Y/N), how do you do it?” she asked, with a defeatist sigh, moving your hand away from her face.

“What are you talking about?” you wanted to know, putting your hands this time on her waist.

“You know when... When you want... You want us to... Get intimate,” she said with an almost inaudible voice, making your eyebrows arch again unconsciously.

“Oh, that. Well, I feel like it and I'm just trying to seduce you,” you explained with an innocent look, doubting that that was her real concern, was it?

“Seduce me...” Donna said, shaking her head, leaning on your shoulder. “And how do you do that?”

“Well... Well, I... Wait,” you said, opening your eyes when you found the problem, when those actions and words that seemed meaningless, suddenly made sense. “Oh, oh, Donna, don't tell me you were trying...”

“Yes, you said it, I was trying,” the doll maker said, turning her embarrassed face away from yours, which was struggling not to laugh. “But I see that I’m not capable of doing it.”

“My, my, so Donna was playful, huh? Why haven't you told me?” you asked in a velvety tone, leaning closer to her ear.

“Are you deaf?” she asked annoyed, with a frown. “I told you that I have tried, but I’m not able to do it… Well, the way I would like, the way you do it.”

“It's not very complicated, I'm just saying the first thing that comes to mind,” you commented, downplaying its importance.

“Okay, thank you very much, that doesn't help me,” she said, crossing her arms. “You know it's not like that.”

“It is, you should try, I'm sure it works,” you said, encouraging her, not letting her insecurities be too much for her, not in that regard.

“Yes, yes... (Y/N), it turns out that I was thinking about you while I was making my dolls, I got hard and I wanted to fuck you... Very romantic and seductive,” the lady said with a mocking tone, making you laugh at those words, so unusual for her.

“Well, that's pretty direct, I'm sure it would have worked,” you joked, covering your mouth with your hands so she wouldn't think you were laughing at her.

“Sei insopportabile,” she hissed, turning away from you and walking towards the elevator. You sighed, shaking your head and biting your lip, reaching out to reach for her wrist and pull it.

“Eh, eh, eh... Wait, wait,” you said in a stern tone, pulling hard on her wrist, stopping her with an angry gasp.

“(Y/N), it's just that... It's always, always you who... The one who does that kind of things and I... I want to be part of this in the same way,” she said, with a tired, shy tone, with the blush not seeming to want to disappear from her cheeks.

“I see... That's cute, you know?” you said with a calmer voice, no longer wanting to make fun of poor Donna.

“You think so?” she asked, looking down at the wooden floor, letting the distance between you become smaller and smaller.

“Yes, and besides, it has an easy solution,” you said, nodding, placing a strand of black hair behind her ear.

“Which one?” she asked curiously, looking at you confused.

“Come,” you said, pulling her hand across the room to your reading corner. “Sit down, Donna.”

“But…”

“Sit down,” you said more severely, making her eye open in surprise and she obeyed in a quick, and very comical manner. “Okay, let's see, let's see... Yes, this will do,” you said, picking up a book that was on the table and handing it to her. “Take this.”

“A book,” she said, confused, raising her eyebrow.

“You're going to pretend you're reading, okay?” you indicated, crossing your arms.

Donna looked at the object and then at you, suspicious.

“I don't know how this can help...” she murmured, causing you to roll your eyes, open the pages of the book, and place it in her hands in the right position with a grunt.

“Do it and keep quiet,” you ordered, perhaps too abrupt. She was still a Lord.

The lady nodded nervously, pretending to read the words of that old book about plants while you took a breath and sat next to her seductively.

“Mm, hello, doll face, what are you reading?” you whispered in her ear, leaning towards her. Donna looked at you disoriented, with a strange grimace.

“(Y/N), what...?” she said, before your hand rested on her mouth and your expression hardened, due to her extreme innocence.

“Come on, Donna, this is a practical class,” you said amused, turning her head so she was looking at the book again.

“Mm okay... A, a plant book,” the brunette said with a broken voice, but trying to play along. You sighed in relief, with a mischievous smile.

“Oh, that seems interesting...” you whispered with a honeyed voice, moving a little closer, looking at those words over her shoulder. “Tell me, is it interesting?”

“It is,” she responded, breathing more and more nervously, because your hands traveled to hers, caressing them slowly, almost tickling her skin.

“I see... Do you know what I find interesting?” you whispered seductively again. Donna shook her head. “How much your body shakes when I'm around...”

She smiled nervously, closing her eye at your sweet words.

“Does that seem interesting to you?” Donna asked with a low voice, distorted by her difficult breathing.

“Uh-huh, look...” you said, moving one of your hands to her neck, caressing it with the back of it, making the book tremble in her hands. “So sensitive, so… Delicate…”

Donna laughed open-mouthed, confused by your actions, but slowly letting herself go.

“How about you put that boring book aside and focus on something even more interesting?” you asked, taking the copy from her hands, throwing it gracefully above your head.

“Like, like what?” she asked shakily, watching your hand caress the buttons of her dress, your eyes shining with desire.

“Mm, this, for example,” you said passively, bringing her trembling hand to your neckline, running it over your burning skin. “How about this?”

“Interesting...” she sighed, turning to face you, no longer needing your hand to caress you, running over your skin with her soft fingers, touching each of the inches they traveled erratically, but seductively.

“I thought so,” you said, leaning into her ear, biting her earlobe and gently pulling on it. “Maybe you want to know something else about that interesting topic.”

“Maybe,” she answered, completely lost in her caresses, in the way your lips were gently placed on her skin, on her cheek, on her neck...

You laughed, letting the dress you were wearing loosen, moving down just enough to show your covered breasts, something that made Donna shift on the couch, visibly nervous and excited.

“Have I seduced you?” you asked with a slightly different tone, snapping the brunette out of her fantasy by shaking her head.

“What do you think?” she asked annoyed, accidentally looking at her lap, where a visible bulge was deforming the black fabric of her dress.

“Oh, I see,” you said, biting your lip at the sight, tilting your head amusedly. “You see? It's not that difficult, you just have to take advantage of the circumstances.”

“You make everything seem so easy...” Donna said, with a slightly dark tone, putting her hand between her legs to hide her erection, something you were already used to.

“It will be easy for you too. You just have to believe in yourself. Besides, anything you do is incredibly sexy to me, you already know that. You have that great… Advantage,” you said with an informal tone, lacking the seduction you showed a moment ago.

“Okay, okay...” she sighed, moving a little away from you, thinking that this little practical class was going to end there. Not at all.

“What do you think if I finish what we started now?” you asked, returning to that dark look, to those lustful thoughts. “Do you want it, my love?”

Donna nodded slowly, swallowing, nervous about her own arousal.

“Yes, I... I, I need you...” she murmured nervously, looking back at her lap, causing your smile to widen even more.

“Mm, that's good too...” you whispered again in her ear. “You could you say that to me sometime…”

After that whisper the words ran out, giving way to kisses. In one quick movement, you climbed onto her lap, with both legs on either side of her waist, rubbing your body against hers as your lips devoured each other.

The gasps and movements of your hips began to be frantic, thus revealing the brunette's deep desire, one that she herself was unable to express until you took the first step. Well, it wouldn't take her too long to heed your lessons.

“I can’t take it anymore, (Y/N),” Donna whispered, releasing her shaft with a subtle movement, with a desperate moan that you returned.

“Okay, you've earned it,” you said, kissing her quickly before quickly ditching your underwear, letting it slide down your ankles.

Little by little, you lowered yourself onto her erection, noticing how your body deformed to make way for the intruder, a sensation you could sense was one of her favorites. You loved the gestures she made to suppress those waves of pleasure.

A few movements, a few words that extolled her virtues, some hurried and hungry moans, everything mixed into the atmosphere, her hips moving with yours, her hands scratching your skin, marking it with her nails.

Your body was also weak, sensitive to her way of showing you love, of giving free rein to the passion Donna wanted to have for so many years. Your body trembled on top of hers and your breathing became erratic as you felt that explosion of pleasure building in your wet entrance, in your walls stretched by her, in her own trembling inside you, the feeling she was on the edge too.

Both of you, with an indiscreet moan, tensing your bodies at the same time, you released yourself from that pressure accumulated throughout the day. Maybe deep down you knew what Donna meant by acting that way, but your dark, teasing side, sometimes clouded your thoughts.

Her heat slid down your legs, the moisture she left in you was a sample of the pleasure you had received, that she had given you. It was stupid that she thought she was not good for giving love, for making love. She was perfect for you, perfect in every way.

“Mmm, Donna...” you sighed, letting your body escape on its own from her shaft, letting yourself fall into her lap, hugging her with that love you thought she needed.

“Thank you, (Y/N)...” she murmured, hugging you tenderly, returning that small gesture of affection, rocking your body on top of hers.

“Thank you? No, my love... This has only just begun. Come on, it's your turn to seduce me.”

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“y/n!” you heard your name being called out from somewhere within the house, without being fully awake you hummed in response. the cosy duvet was so warm and soft, wasn’t like anything you were used to, you didn’t want to leave. as you were snuggling deeper into the warm bed you heard the basement door open and heavy footsteps getting closer to you.

“christ i’ve been calling you for ages, get up” the man was wearing the dressing gown and slippers but now he had blue joggers on. his loud voice startled you, but nonetheless you slowly sat up.

“i’m sorry, this bed is so comfy. ive never felt something so soft” he furrowed his eyebrows but nodded in response. “well, come on then. your breakfast will be going cold soon” you nodded and climbed out of bed.

“you can use to bathroom upstairs, the one down here doesn’t work to well. it’s on your left as soon as you walk up the stairs” you smiled as he walked off heading back up.

yawning, you grabbed an oversized jumper and some baggy jeans as well as fluffy socks. you cursed to yourself as you realised that through your frantic packing you had completely forgotten to pack a hairbrush. you attempted to use your fingers to brush out any knots, praying it would work, you made your way to the bathroom.

the bathroom was way bigger then yours, but not too big. you did your business, washed your hands and then headed towards the lovely smell of bacon. “do you want a drink? orange juice? cup of tea or coffee?” god what a luxury

“i’ll have orange juice please” you took a seat at the small dinner table that was in the kitchen, you mindlessly looked around. he had a few succulent plants dotted around, as well as an impressive rack of herb and spices next to his microwave.

“here you are” he turned around and handed you a plate full of different foods, as well as your juice. “thank you so much, although i may not be able to eat all of this if that isn’t to much of a problem. i’m not used to a big-ish portion like this” he nodded and took his own seat next to you.

“just eat what you can” you nodded and began eating the food, a small smile crept onto your face. it was lovely, the feeling was short lived before before he began asking you questions.

“what’s your plan?” he asked before taking a sip of his coffee, you swallowed and met his eye “i don’t really have one to be honest, i just had to get out of my home” he nodded.

“what happened?” he dove back into his food, eating slow and proper, unlike you. he could tell you were hesitant to explain. “i offered you a place in my home for the night, you at least owe me an explanation” you nodded.

“my mother wasn’t the kindest of people, and i don’t mean that in a bratty teenagers way. if you get me” he nodded waiting for you to elaborate.

“my mum used to make me cook all the food from a young age, 7 id say, it was only so she could bring another man home that she could have a quick one with and send home the next morning. sometimes..she would make me be apart of it. if i said no she’d beat me black n’ blue. my brother was forced to watch as it was to ‘teach him a lesson’ as she’d say. he was only young when it started”

the man seemed to actually listen to every word you said. although, he never responded. instead he waited for you to finish eating before he started talking.

“here’s what i’m going to offer you y/n, i don’t believe in all those camps for kids shit, yeah? they don’t work and they only care about money” you listened as he spoke.

“i’ll offer you a permanent place” eyes widening, you sat up straight.

“however, there are a few rules. one, you find yourself a job and earn some money, you can buy whatever your heart desires as well as pay me board. i could support the both of us however i want you to understand how life works. rule two, you look after my house while i’m away, which i’ll give you the dates for and that means proper cleaning, no friends around, and no snooping. rule three, you respect me and anyone else who walks through that door as well as the rules. we clear?”

it was a lot to take in however you were good at sticking to rules. “yes sir”

“was starting to get worried! didn’t think you were gonna make it, it’s your own celebration!” a cheerful voice shouted out to you. ah, gaz aka kyle garrick.

“i know i know i’m sorry!” giggling to yourself at the extremely energetic fella. you took a seat next to Cap, he flashed a cheesy smile to you, in which you returned one. “so, how did you manage to become to owner of one of the biggest cafes in this little town?” johnny asked plonking himself next to another one of his colleagues.

ghost. aka. simon riley. he doesn’t talk to you much, well, doesn’t talk to anyone much. but he seems to enjoy it when he’s alone.

“honestly i have no idea, but i do know i would not have do that if it wasn’t for the man sitting next to me!” you cheerfully said, looking over to the bearded man.

“don’t be silly, you did this on your own. proud of you kid. certainly different from the rest of us, but we get a free coffee when we go down there” he smiled down at you, clearly looking impressed. you, yourself, wouldn’t have even guessed you’d be sat here celebrating you becoming the owner of one of, if not the biggest, cafe in your area. it was a huge milestone for you.

“proud of you lass, came a long way” tears pricked at your eyes dont cry don’t cry don’t cry you kept saying to yourself. you were extremely sensitive, you weren’t used to this type of praise but you certainly weren’t against it.

“awhh don’t be all sappy johnny” he put his hands up in defense. “well, we are all thinking it. even this big pile of stone” he said flinging his arm around ghost.

“yeah” is all he said in response, you felt sorry for him in all honesty. you could tell he didn’t want to be here, which you had no problem in. not everyone is a huge fan of social gatherings, you certainly not a fan.

after a few more hours of chinwag and pizza slices, everyone decided it was time to turn in. saying your good nights and hugging people, apart from the obvious person, you made your way to the basement when your official room was.

it was 100x more cosy then what it used to be, you had added plants, string lights, endless amounts of decoration and a new lick of paint on the walls which were losing their colour.

you took of your makeup and got into something more comfy.

*knock knock*

“come in” a surprising face, well mask, approached you. “is everything okay?” you asked, while studying him. he was in a balaclava type thing, only his chocolate brown eyes on show, he had short-ish light eyelashes and freckles dotted sparingly over his nose and cheek bones. he nodded. he even studied you.

you watched as his eyes traced over the scar on your cheek, it went from the top of your temple to the bottom of your jaw. it was faded by now, but you couldn’t miss it.

“wanted to say congrats. was quiet outside” gosh he was blunt, but you understood it wasn’t something he could control.

you smiled “thank you simon” he nodded “it’s nice down here, cosy” he stated looking around “ yea, took me awhile to figure out just how i wanted it” he nodded.

“well, goodnight y/n”

[bazooka-overkill]

MR SANDMAN BRAINROT EUEUUUGGHHH

okay yay brainrot won the poll. also i might psot dragon chan headcanons requested by wallet becuz yaaaaaayyy

uhhh also i dont really gaf about timelines. so if something doesnt line up time wise. ignore it. shh

ermmm cw for child fighting!! mr sandman didnt have the best middle school experience

BAZOOKA'S THOUGHTS:

i need this man so badly PLS MR. SANDMAN ONE CHAAAAANCEEEE

who typed that omg…

GENERAL SANDMAN INFO (canon + headcanon)

full name: isaiah joseph banks

birthday: april 12th

age: 31

height: 6’5” (197 cm)

weight: 284 lbs (129 kg)

origin: philadelphia, PA, USA

gender: cis male

sexuality: bisexual (might be in denial lmao. men say theyre fighting demons and the demons r bisexuality LMFAO)

family:

victoria banks, mother, alive

george banks, father, alive

no siblings

HEAD CANON TIME:

- insomniac. goes between sleeping for 11 hrs during the day and not sleeping at ALL, also explains the eyebags in his TD

- incredibly horrible sleep schedule. stems from his childhood

- also stems from his childhood but not exactly the best at socializing w other people

- somehow is friends w glass joe. don't ask me how it works they just ARE (and they may be a little. fruity.)

- has one of those light up squishy things that u hit to change the color. yeah he either fucking SLAMS that thing or gently pats it when he wants to change it. it’s a bunny for anyone curious

- goes thru the 5 min nap to the 5 hour nap pipeline. “oh im just gonna take a small nap,” then wakes up w the blankets all over the fucking room, the god damn windows r open, he’s somehow upside down, etc etc

- him and the ref have beef after his TD victory animation

- was one of those kids that would be on his knees near some mulch playing w the roly polies on the playground. he'd have like 20 in his palms in 5 minutes

- if u catch him right when he wakes up (like. RIGHT right when he wakes up) he accidentally calls people “baby.” it’s a habit he picked up from his mom and he’s pushed it back into his mind, but it slips when he isn’t exactly thinking (totally not projecting my own habits onto him guys)

- adding to the above that the person who originally found this out was glass joe. take that as you will

- he sends some of his boxing money to his parents to support them (he’s a mamas boy LEAVE ME ALONEEEEE)

- doesn’t exactly search for a relationship, believes that when he decides he’s ready for one the right person will find him

- gets dragged into world circuit outings by either super macho man or aran ryan. on the rare occasion it’ll be soda. one time they all went bowling and sandman watched aran ryan throw a bowling ball like a fucking baseball and it broke the ceiling

- knows how to make a MEAN philly cheese steak. will be mentally freak out (positively) if someone mentions they’ve never had one before. if he wasn’t so stoic he would be jumping up and down and going “YAAAAAYYYYY🎉🎉🎉” becuz he finally gets an excuse to make one for someone

- has 100% almost broken the world circuit ring's ropes (see his intermission animation in contender)

- his locker in the locker rooms is either completely spotless or dented to hell and back. bonus points if theres like. a fake succulent in there or some shit

- luvs animals. takes pics of cool animals he sees anywhere

origin backstory thing under cur bc its long

origin:

isaiah joseph banks, known as his boxing alias mr. sandman, was born on april 12th to victoria banks and george banks in the Doylestown Hospital. born to loving parents, isaiah grew up as an only child.

isaiah learned to keep to himself and care for himself very early on, as both of his parents were usually at work. they worked hard to provide for isaiah and themselves, but always put their son first. they

the time they spent at work would be made up at home, albeit this time could never be fully made up for a young isaiah. he had spent more time with babysitters and nannies than his own parents. of course, isaiah knew his parents loved him, but all the bonds that were supposed to be formed hadn’t; the time frame had passed.

the time they did spend together was… memorable, really. not in a bad way, but every moment— every waking minute— made isaiah into the man he is today.

every night, when his mother was home early enough, she would sing him a soft lullaby. when she wasn’t, his mother had recorded this lullaby onto a tape for him to listen to. this lullaby was the song that made mr. sandman: Mr. Sandman by The Chordettes. it wasn’t a typical children’s lullaby by any means, but by god he loves that song— present tense intended.

then, a problem arose: school. starting middle school is one thing, but isaiah found out how cruel children could be.

isaiah was big, to put it lightly. five foot six at age 12 was enough ground for bullying, and being dropped off by a few different babysitters/nannies in the morning only added to the ammunition.

with how big he was, the bullying never went farther than verbal harassment. soft giggling every time he talked in class, glances from across the classroom, the bullying was subtle except for the occasional direct blow to isaiah.

his boxing interest began when he was thirteen, where his parents enrolled him in a self defense class that revolved around boxing and the sort. they had found out about the bullying from the babysitters, as isaiah had been reporting what they had been saying to him. there, young isaiah learned the basics of boxing: dodging, punching, and jabs had been added to his arsenal.

isaiah had always relished in the safety of knowing that he’d never get attacked at school, but unfortunately this was false.

it was brutal really; the poor boy had been caught in the bathroom and was attacked from behind, slammed his face into the sink, and assaulted from there. it took around two minutes for teachers to hear the commotion, but they were two minutes too late.

there, isaiah was brought to the hospital. no one truly knows the full extent of his injuries, minus his parents. if you look closely at mr. sandman, his top teeth are a little crooked.

nothing exactly eventful happened other than he moved schools, and everything was smooth from there.

his boxing career began to take off when he was 17, when he met an old babysitter of his— one who had taken care of him up until he was 13. he had become a boxing coach and offered to take isaiah up as a student.

if you ever ask mr. sandman in an interview about his boxing idol, he’d most likely say his coach. that man taught him nearly everything he knows, and even taught him the dreamland express move that mr. sandman is most known for, albeit modified.

mr. sandman picked up his alias when his coach told him about the WVBA and their boxers. it was almost inevitable he’d choose mr. sandman in honor of his mother.

he had his first fight at age 18, where it went swimmingly well. records of this fight have been lost to time, but, according to word of mouth, mr. sandman nearly killed the poor man.

i gotta be honest w u all idk how to continue this. umm mr sandman meets a wvba recruiter and then uh yah.😁😁😁

[glowstone23b]

warden/ancient city thoughts …

Anicent cities aren’t actually cities, they’re actually massive temples instead that devoted themselves to a certain god (im not sure what god the old builders would worship akandk)

They laid many people to rest in those underground crypts, that a bit of their souls leaked out of the bodies and infected the glowing cave vines, resulting in a strange mutation of sculk

and as more people died and got places in those tombs,,, the more sculk spread

Eventually some worshippers caught notice of this and assumed it to be some gift from the gods, so they continued to add fuel to it, experimenting with it, etc, finding out that when a creature dies— instead of the soul ascending to an afterlife, it is instead pulled down by the sculk and merged into what was like a sentient hivemind of connected souls working together to become something akin to an organism

At some point, as evolution of the sculk furthered and sculk sensors formed, it eventually led to a sculk shrieker

and after worshippers activated it a couple times in a row,

It summoned the massive, blind hulking beast known as the warden. It harvested as many souls as it could from the worshippers as it chased after them, leaving no one in it’s wake, before retreating back into the biomass until the next time there is a significant amount of soul that alerts the shriekers once more

Ok mini rant story thing over. i like to think that sculk works in a weird sort of method

Catalyst farm and form the extra sculk needed to begin an infection —> sensors pick up on sounds made by noises that supposedly could be creatures with a soul —> shriekers sound a scream that helps determine if a warden should form —> warden harvests any nearby creatures to help the sculk spread. if killed, the warden drops a catalyst, so it can all begin again

The warden itself is a weird amalgamation of human souls stuck together fused with the sculk. the main reasoning for it being blind (other than cave animals usually being blind since low to zero light requires little need for eyes) is because detecting sound means a very high chance of something w soul

Sculk sickness …. Possibly a rare disease only picked up by deep miners. nasty no good and probably hurts as the sculk eats you from the inside out

Illagers came across the ancient cities and set up camp for a short amount of time to try and study the sculk . you can imagine what happened to them

[ i like to think every ‘living’ creature in minecraft has a soul. that keeps them alive and thinking and breathing and stuff. and undead mobs have soul residue which leaves them with very basic instincts or things they subconsciously remember how to do ITS A FUN THOUGHT ]

[ in my little au illagers love experimenting w souls . because the more you experiment the more messed up results you get (vexes being the fused collective of 2-3 allays, or creating abominations via sticking two different mob souls together… possibly how ravagers came to be since they look a bit like villagers that got turned into beasts . fun theorizing ]

Hey invention? Phanon? I love your mind, it's wonderful. Have a drawing!

I've never drawn a warden before, mostly because it's been very daunting, but I think I got it out the way I wanted it to!! Sculk itself is kind of like... a fungus-y tentacle-y mixture, and i got some inspiration from the devil's fingers fungus irl! Really cool, I suggest giving it a look-see.

In my head, sculk would start off kind of like little eggs or pips or... whatever those things are... there's a name for it, when a plant or a cell decides to split off to make a new plant or cell? Mitosis? Bulbs? Plantlets? There's a word I'm looking for. Anyways. They'd probably grow mini sculk bits off of more mature ones so they can drop off and spread on their own, kind of like some types of succulent if that makes sense? Which explains the little sticky-outy bits on the wardens' horn things. Man, there's gotta be proper terminology for this, my brain is not finding the right words today.

They'd release some sort of bioluminescence when disturbed, and have an almost tar-like substance produced to trap smaller mobs (spiders, bats, etc.) that happen to wander too close, akin to fly traps. It wouldn't work as well for humans, but it's not uncommon to have your foot tugged on by some sculk in the hopes it can digest you.

I went off "The warden itself is a weird amalgamation of human souls stuck together fused with the sculk" because it's FREAKING COOL, so !!! Yeah!! I've got some of the larger/longer sculk tendrils used as arms and 'fingers' in a sense, though they're not all that precise in use. It just opts to smack the heck out of people usually. The bones in the shoulders and feet I thought were really cool on the in-game design, so I feel that the sculk would grow around any sorts of bones it had access to to keep a more stable structure. Keeping yourself upright if you're a soft mass of plantiness/fungus-yness would be a little tough, I think. Also, keeping bones close to the sculk might make it easier to tether souls together? Who knows!

It'd be neat to see what types of matter the sculk would attach to to form a warden-- it could be enderman bones, for all we know! Big and long and short and stubby, and all of the bones are in the wrong places. Using femurs for toes, or ribs for arms... it'd definitely not be fun to see in person.

Sculk sickness sounds SO NEAT TOO!!! I imagine you might be able to inhale it, like spores? Since it feeds off of xp or souls, you just keep fueling it once you're infected whether you like it or not. Does it have any cure, or would you have to have some sort of surgery to try to remove the existing sculk from your body? That'd cause a heck of a lot of complications, if it were to block anything internally. Wild, but neat to theorize about.

And YES on the experimenting with souls thing! Especially with the update so vexes look a lot more like allays-- definitely experiment material. I wonder how many more mobs are out there that we haven't seen because they haven't been made yet? Just mish mashes of any sort of soul they could get their hands on, inhabiting a body that doesn't feel quite right. Kinda interesting!

Thank you for sharing as always ily you rule. Your theories slap, may your inventory be full of diamonds or something. May the Nether's fire guide your way, idk. More piglin-y, as per my blog, lol.

[indecentpause]

Moodboard Monday

Meara

Josselin

one for Meara and one for Josselin, from the Sheraton Academy stories!

Meara was in the back cutting open a bag of fine gravel to start the succulent arrangement when the bell on the front door rang again. He wiped his hands on his canvas apron and walked out into the front, where he saw the tattoo artist whose name he didn’t know looking through the cooler doors at the carnations. His arms were covered completely in color, all different flowers and plants, some with little labels like one would see in a botany book. Meara could just barely see the corners of something peeking over the collar of his shirt, dark blue against pale skin, and he had a sunflower on the side of his neck. The artist adjusted his wire-framed glasses. Meara slipped his own thick black ones out of his pocket and onto his face. He never wore them while he was working with dirt. They were impossible to get clean afterward. “Hello!” he called. “Can I help you find something?” The man turned toward him and grinned. “Hey! I figure, first I should introduce myself since we’ve been next door to each other for so long: I’m Josselin.” “Meara.” He smiled. “I’m looking to get a bouquet for someone really special,” Josselin said. “She doesn’t like roses much, though. I see you have sunflowers. What would you suggest for an arrangement with a few of those?” Meara’s smile didn’t falter. He was, of course, disappointed that Josselin was seeing someone, but why wouldn’t he be? He was simultaneously adorable and sexy and had a really cool job. What wasn’t there to be attracted to? “We don’t usually use sunflowers for arrangements,” he said. “Generally they just… are.” Josselin bit the corner of his mouth and looked down. He looked so distraught, standing there and staring at his shoe. Like the world was riding on this arrangement. So Meara quickly added, “But I’m sure I can figure something out. Maybe some white carnations? The shape would contrast nicely. Or irises; their shape is completely different, but it could add some height, and the blue and yellow would be really nice. With a little Queen Anne’s Lace to flesh it out?” Josselin looked up, eyes bright. “Do you have any yellow button poms?” “I do!” Meara nearly clapped with excitement. It was so rare his customers knew anything about flowers or wanted anything other than roses. Aside from Josselin and the tattooed man from earlier, all he’d sold all day had been roses and a few herb plants. “She loved those,” he said. “Could you put some of those in?” Meara was so caught up in the flowers that he didn’t notice Josselin’s switch to past tense. “Of course! Anything you want!” He took a little longer than necessary to pull it together. He wanted it to be perfect. It was okay that Josselin had a girlfriend. It was disappointing, but Meara honestly didn’t have that much invested in him. For Gods’ sakes, he hadn’t even known the man’s name until twenty minutes ago! He was about to wrap the flowers in paper when Josselin stopped him. “No paper,” he said. “Just a plain string, if you have it.” “I do.” Meara snipped off a piece of string from his spool under the counter and carefully tied the flowers in a few places so the bouquet would keep its shape. Josselin paid with cash and Meara counted out his change. “Thank you so much,” Josselin said as he picked up the flowers, cradling them gently in his left arm. “Mom’s going to love them.” Meara’s heart skipped. Mom? So they weren’t for a girlfriend? “I hope she does,” he smiled. “Would you like a card?” Josselin shook his head. “I know everything I want to say.”

-from Sunflowers and Ink

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[the-cult-of-riley]

Sleeping With Ghosts (Act One: Chapter Twelve)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female OC

[[Masterlist]]

A/N: Thank you to those who have liked the story so far, I appreciate you all so much. 

Nine Inch Nails - Home

Everything

Is catching up with me

I awake

To find I'm not at all where I

Should be

And it feels

I'm getting to the end

And it's hard

To figure out what's real, and what's

Pretend

To break from what we're tied to

God knows how much I've tried to

And I am still inside you

And I am still inside you

I escape

Every now and then

And to think

I find myself back here again

And again

I used to know who I was

Until you came along

I return

To the only place I've ever felt

That I belong

To break from what we're tied to

God knows how much I've tried to

And I am still inside you

And I am still inside you

He was fucking miserable. Being overseas was never really a chore for him, if anything, he loved it more than being stuck on base running drills. He loved the thrill of being in combat, loved flexing his skills, loved the way his blood pumped faster though his system. Made him feel alive which wasn't a feeling he was used to. But now Charlotte existed in his life and he'd felt alive since the moment he laid eyes on her. Now it was different. Now deployment didn't just mean action and combat, it meant being away from her. 

The hardest part was the lack of contact. She'd sent him some letters and he'd sent some back, but waiting for a fucking reply took forever and they were seldom allowed to use phones. He'd had one phone call with her and it had been painful to hear her sniffle down the phone as she told him she missed him. He'd wanted to take her mind off it and also needed a distraction himself from the heavy shit he was faced with on deployment, so he'd asked her to read to him. She'd picked her Grimm's fairy tales, Little Red Riding Hood to be specific. It wasn't his phone, they weren't allowed mobiles here and so he couldn't speak to her for as long as he wanted. Now the letters were all he had to look forward to. 

He had to admit it felt good though, this was his first deployment where he actually had mail. He didn't have to watch on the sidelines anymore as all his squad mates got letters and packages and he got fuck all. Those letters meant the world to him and each one was stored under his mattress. He was sure she was spraying them with her perfume because each time he opened the fucking envelopes he got smacked in the face with her scent and it hurt and comforted him all at the same time. 

Fuck, he missed her. He missed her to the point of it being pathetic. He couldn't wait to get back to her, to just lay with her and breathe her in. It wasn't just the sex he was missing and the absence only made that clearer for him. It was just her. Her smile, her laugh, her sly cheeky comments when she had a bout of confidence, her blush when she was feeling shy, how she devoured her bacon butties like she'd never eat again, the way her face lit up every time she saw him, how she felt all warm and soft in his arms. He missed all of it. 

He was lay miserably on his cot as the squad had some down time. While the others seemed to appreciate it, he didn't so much. It just meant more time to think, to dwell on the gut wrenching yearning he felt for his girl back home. His CO came through the barracks, calling names and chucking out letters. Simon sat up eagerly, hoping he'd get something as he watched others be handed their post. 

“Riley!” The man called out, tossing the letter to him and Simon caught it easily. He ripped the envelope open, once more engulfed in her scent as he pulled the letter out. 

Simon,

I hope you're doing okay over there. The apartment’s not the same without you here and I can't wait for you to get home. Only two weeks left, at least when I'm writing this. 

It's really boring without you here to keep me entertained. I've been talking to the succulents, I read a study once that talking to them helps them grow better or something. Or maybe I'm just losing my mind all on my own. Sylvie took pity on me. I didn't think I was so obviously miserable but apparently I'm not a good actress. She's been making me eat a meal at work before I go home. She said she was worried I won't feed myself since you're gone. I'm sure she thinks I don't know how to cook and that you're the one that feeds me. I do prefer your bacon butties though. 

All your shirts stopped smelling like you now. I debated whether or not to break into your place to steal your aftershave. That was a joke by the way. I don't want you thinking I'm a crazy girlfriend. Not yet at least ;) 

I really can't wait for you to get back. I feel like a broken record because I keep saying it, but I miss you. I might just have to take the day off when you get home so I can just cling to you all day. I've been distracting myself with more artwork when I'm not working. I just finished a really nice landscape piece based on Clayton Vale. I'm pretty proud of it. Have you ever been there? I know Clayton isn't the nicest place to live but I grew up there and the Vale is so pretty. I used to forage blackberries when they were in season when I was younger. If you haven't been, I should take you sometime. 

I can't believe it's been almost half a year since I've seen you. It's insane. It feels like it's dragged by so slowly yet gone by in the blink of an eye. This is probably the last letter you'll get from me. By the time you get this and then reply, you'll be on your way home. 

Make sure you stay safe out here, I need you to come back to me. Who else would I annoy all the time if you were gone? 

Charlotte

x

He smiled to himself, almost being able to picture her as she sat there scribbling the note out for him. When he'd first gotten here, part of him had been worried she'd tire of his absence and move on. She hadn't though, of course she hadn't. He realised quickly how loyal she was and he really couldn't wait to get back home. 

It was odd to him really, he'd had an epiphany while out here. Home wasn't his apartment, nor was it really Manchester. Home was with her, wherever that might be. He'd never felt so strongly about anyone before and it was something his brain was coming to terms with, being in love. Made him feel like an entirely different man sometimes but he didn't think that was a bad thing. He moved to grab a pad and a pen, sitting up in his cot as he started penning a note back to her. His stomach clenched in anticipation, knowing when she read this he wouldn't be far behind. 

Hello love,

I fucking miss you. Hope that's not too sappy to say but it's true. Been weird for me here because I've never really had anyone to miss. Not anyone that wasn't family and not this intensely. 

I'm glad Sylvie is looking after you though. Nice to know someone's got their eye on you while I'm not around. I'd love to see your artwork someday. You've not shared it with me yet but I'm eager to see it. I know they'll be beautiful. I've never been Clayton Vale but I've been by it a fair few times. I'd love to go with you someday. 

Next time I'm on deployment I'll make sure to give you the whole aftershave so you don't have to worry about the shirts. I wouldn't mind stealing your perfume, although I do appreciate the letters smelling like you. Can’t wait for the real deal though. I don't think I've ever been so excited to get off deployment before. I get two weeks off after this too so I can't wait for us to spend time together. We should have some bacon butties and a good cuddle. 

I won't say too much more because I'll be with you real soon. Just make sure you look after yourself, yeah? I can't wait to see you, love. Hopefully I won't be deployed for a good while after this. Being away from you for so long has killed me. 

I'll see you soon, sweetheart,

Simon

He grabbed an envelope from the pile where the others were also writing their letters, scribbling her address on it before he folded up the letter and put it inside. The closer he got to going home, the more anxious he got. The home stretch. He really couldn't wait to finally be back with her. 

To say he was eager would be a gross understatement. He was practically buzzing with the amount of energy he had, despite being absolutely fucking knackered. Of course with his luck, the taxi driver was taking his time. Something that was a rarity in these parts, but since he had somewhere he desperately needed to be, it was taking its sweet time. When the taxi finally pulled up outside of the florists, he chucked the man his money before he hopped out. He’d almost come right here but he wanted to shower and get changed into something more comfortable, settling on black sweats and a black long sleeve t-shirt. The September air was starting to get a bit colder now and it was a far cry from the severe heat he’d experienced only the day before. 

His usual routine when he got home from deployment was to go and see his mum first, but he’d called her this time, wondering how he was going to let her down because he really needed to see Charlotte before he burst. His mum was onto him though, telling him before he could get word out that he better be going to see his girl and not to bother with her. 

“I’ve had enough of your mug anyway, Simon,” she’d told him affectionately. He appreciated it. Without a guilty conscience weighing on him, he’d been free to go running off to Lottie as soon as he’d gotten changed. 

He finally stood at her door, checking his watch quickly to make sure he hadn't turned up here while she was still at work like a right numpty, it was a Thursday after all. It was 7.30 pm so he knew she’d be home. He inhaled a deep breath, his stomach feeling like it was plummeting right out of him. He wasn't used to such a sensation and his hand went over his stomach for a moment as if to steady it. 

His other hand came up to her door, knocking firmly as he stood fidgeting. The door opened and there she was in all her glory, in her pyjamas which meant his shirt and a pair of shorts and her hair tossed up haphazardly on the top of her head. She was fucking beautful. Her eyes widened when she saw him, a beaming smile overtaking her face. He hadn't told her he was coming back today because he’d wanted to surprise her.

“Simon!” she cried out happily, throwing herself at him. He caught her effortlessly, wrapping his arms around her tightly as a hand came to cradle the back of her head. The relief he felt was maddening. Like an addict getting their fix of heroin after six months of going cold turkey. He physically felt his muscles unwind, the weight of the world leaving his shoulders as she melted into him.

“Fuckin’ hell, I missed you, love,” he breathed, pressing his nose into her hair and inhaling deeply. 

“I missed you too,” she replied, her voice muffled because she pressed her face so much into his chest, he was sure she’d break through his ribs. They stood in her doorway for a long while, just holding each other and now he was here with her, the tiredness started to take hold of him, the adrenaline wearing off. 

As if sensing his growing tiredness, she pulled away, leaning up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. She went to move away but he grabbed her, one hand on her hip, the other gripping her jaw as he deepened the kiss. He felt like he was taking the first sip of water after a trek in the desert. She moaned into the kiss, her hands grasping at his top as she allowed him to devour her mouth. He couldn't help it, he'd missed this more than he could ever put into words. 

He pulled away, his heart hammering away in his chest and making him feel a little light headed. She gave him a pretty smile that made his knees weak and he brushed his nose against hers. He hadn't expected her to tear up at the small motion but that's exactly what she did. He decided that seeing her tearful was the worst thing in the world. 

“Hey, love. What’s wrong?” he asked gently, brows furrowing as he stroked her cheek.

“I just… I missed you,” she whispered and it made his pathetic heart squeeze tightly. 

She'd said it so sincerely and it left no doubt in his mind that she'd missed him as much as he'd missed her. Maybe even more because he'd been overseas surrounded by people and she had no one other than her brief interactions at work. He'd already felt like he was going mad over there with how much he missed her but if he was stuck here alone like she'd been, he was sure he would have completely lost it.

“Well I’m here now, yeah? You got me all to yourself for two weeks,” he murmured, hoping to lighten her spirits a little. It worked as she gave him a teary smile, leaning into his hand. He pressed a kiss to her forehead before guiding her inside and she went willingly. 

“Are you hungry?” she asked, wiping at her eyes and seemingly putting herself together. 

“I could eat,” he confessed. He was really fucking hungry if he was honest but he’d just turned up out of the blue, he didn't want to pressure her into feeding him. 

“Bacon butties and a cuddle?” she asked hopefully and his mind flashed back to his last letter to her. All of hers were now safely in a box at his apartment. His heart softened as he looked at her, an affectionate smile curling his lips. 

“Sounds like heaven, love,” he smiled and her eyes brightened at his words. 

“You sit down and rest,” she ordered, giving him a peck on the cheek before she pushed him towards the couch and flit off to the kitchen area. 

He did as he was told, shattered from the journey home and the hard times he’d had while away. Her couch was comfy, so plush it felt like it was swallowing him when he sat on it. It was a far cry from his cot back overseas or the hard ground. He eased back into it, eyes closing for a brief moment as he allowed himself to fully unwind and decompress. 

“Simon,” Charlotte’s soft murmur had him opening his eyes, seeing her standing in front of him with a plate of bacon butties. He frowned in confusion, he’d only closed his eyes a second ago.

“What…?” he mumbled, blinking rapidly and glancing at the clock. 

“Sleepy head,” she snorted, rubbing a hand through his hair sweetly. He grabbed the plate with one hand, the other rubbing his eyes.

“Sorry, love,” he frowned. She sat beside him, grabbing a butty from the mountain on the plate.

“Don’t be, I know you must be tired. We can eat then get in bed, cuddle and just sleep all we want. I’ll book the day off tomorrow,” she smiled up at him. 

The idea of just cuddling in bed with her sounded amazing and he shot her a tired smile before starting in on his food. He really had missed this, even if it was such a simple thing. It almost felt like it was their thing, something they shared from their first morning together. When they’d eaten their food, she grabbed the plates and took them over to the kitchen area. 

“Get ready for bed, Si,” she ordered softly as she started to quickly wash the plates. The casual use of his nickname made his heart flutter like the wings of a hummingbird. His lips quirked up a little but he didn't say anything, didn't want to point out she used it and have her get flustered and not use it again. He liked the familiarity it brought with it, liked the feeling of them growing closer. She was his and he was hers. 

He took his shoes off, setting them neatly by the door before he made his way to the bed area, peeling off his shirt. He placed it on the dresser, his eyes being drawn to a card on the nightstand.

“What's this?” he asked, picking it up before she replied. It was a birthday card. It had a dinosaur on it with the phrase: ‘Wishing you a rawr-some birthday!’ He opened it, looking at the writing inside.

“To Charlotte

Happy Birthday. We hope you have a nice day.

Lots of love

Sylvie and Jeff.”

He furrowed his brows, turning to look at Charlotte who was walking over, a guilty look on her face. She took the card and set it down, unable to look at him and he suddenly felt like he’d swallowed a fucking boulder.

“Charlotte… When was your birthday?” he asked slowly and she shifted on her feet.

“August 31st,” she murmured contritely. His brows furrowed even more, glancing from her to the card and then back to her.

“Why didn't you say anythin’? I woulda got you a present, got it delivered while I was away,” he couldn't disguise the hurt from his voice and she winced. He hated that she was alone on her birthday, that all she had to show for it was one measly card off her boss. It made him sad and suddenly, he felt like the world's worst boyfriend. But how was he to know? She hadn't said anything, not in any of the letters or the one phone call.

“I didn't… I didn't wanna bother you while you were away,” she admitted, wringing her hands. 

He blinked at her for a moment, trying to ignore the burning in his chest. He wondered if she’d ever shake that feeling of being a burden to those around her that her parents had instilled in her so early on in life. It broke his heart that she thought so little of herself. He shook his head, cupping her cheeks and forcing her to look at him.

“I don't know how many times I gotta say it, Lottie, but you're never a bother to me. Your birthday is special to me because you're special to me,” he insisted. He watched as her brows pinched together and she licked her lower lip. She had that look on her face again, where she wanted to argue with him because she couldn't agree with him on this, but choosing against it. Smart girl.

“I’m sorry,” she sighed. He kissed her temple, his thumbs stroking her cheeks before he let her go. 

“I wish you could see what I see when I look at you,” he murmured sadly. Her cheeks turned pink and she looked away, uncomfortable with the attention. He took pity on her then, he wasn't here to push her boundaries or make her uncomfortable. 

“Come on,” he ushered her into the bed and she climbed in, shuffling over so he could get in beside her. He lay on his back and he opened out his arm for her. She scooted over instantly, laying her head on his chest with her arm around him and he wound his arms around her, one hand going to her head and rubbing her scalp soothingly. 

It was such an amazing sensation to be lay with her like this again. Such a simple comfort in his life but one he'd never take for granted. They lay like that for a bit and he felt his eyes getting tired again. He really couldn't believe he'd missed her birthday, it left a really bitter taste in his mouth. He pictured her coming home from work on her birthday and spending the night alone. How fucking depressing was that? He might not have been able to be there with her, but he could have at least sent her a gift so she knew he was thinking of her. Hell, he'd have begged his CO for a chance to ring her just to wish her happy birthday. 

He blew out a sigh, holding her closer before planting a kiss to the top of her head. There wasn't much to be done about it now and he didn't want it to sour his mood at being back. He allowed himself to relax with her, to enjoy that he was finally with her again. No amount of perfume on letters would ever top the real thing, though he had appreciated it at the time.

“Thank you, love,” he murmured sleepily as his eyes fluttered shut.

“What for?” she asked quietly, sounding tired herself as she lay completely relaxed against him as if she were made of liquid. 

“Bein’ here… bein’ you. I’m just glad I have you to come home to,” he admitted, feeling a little vulnerable with the amount of emotions he was feeling. He really wasn't used to all this. He felt so much and had no idea what he should divulge and what was better to keep to himself. He felt her smile, her cheek pressing against his chest and she snuggled into him more. 

“I’m glad I have you too,” she replied softly and his lips tugged into a sleepy smile. 

It was mad really, how being with her like this made everything alright. His tormented past didn't matter, the horrors he faced overseas didn't matter. None of it mattered when he got to come home to her and have her in his arms. He remembered when Tommy had deduced that he loved her and he had been confused. Part of him felt like that had to be what he was feeling because what else could it be? But he'd never had this before, love didn't come easy to him even when it had come from his family. He'd never had actual feelings for other people before. Hell, it had been hard enough conjuring up some lust for his one night stands in the past. 

Lottie though, she was something else entirely. He'd felt something so visceral from the moment he'd laid eyes on her and it had only continued to grow with time. He'd never been one to believe in love at first sight. In his head, how could you fall in love with someone when you didn't even know them, by just looks alone? Yet hadn't that been what happened to him? He'd been sitting at that bus stop, minding his own business when he was suddenly struck with Cupid's arrow and his entire life hadn't been the same since. 

Laying here with her now after six gruelling months without her, he knew the feeling that lay deep in his chest and he knew it without question. There was nothing else it could be. He loved her, without a doubt. It was a scary realisation to have because love could get you hurt, yet he couldn't muster up enough to care about it. He was happy for the first time in his miserable life and he didn't want that to change, didn't want that feeling to end. 

He knew if he was ever without Charlotte, his life would go back to being cold and meaningless. He'd go back to being a soldier and nothing more. A hollow empty shell of his former self. He'd do whatever it took to keep her by his side because he needed her like he needed air to breathe or blood to keep pumping through his veins. She was his air, she was his blood, she was his everything. She was his reason to be here, she'd given him a reason to feel alive and he wouldn't take it for granted.

[gaoau]

Stir — Mosquito-Free Zone

A Mother's Instinct note — daddy long legs are cowards and wont even touch you, please dont kill them warnings — none. word count — 1.1k

prev. — next.

In the end, [Name] bought Gilbert a terrarium and kept him warm on the corner of her desk ​​​​to watch him while she studies. Yaku wasn't exactly fine with the armless reptile, considering it was nowhere to be found the first time [Name] tried to introduce him. He later appeared hissing from [Name]'s closet and Yaku had to keep himself from kicking him. He blinked blankly while [Name] crouched and extended her hand, allowing the two-meter snake to calmly wrap around her. [Name] had never heard Yaku scream louder.

But it was fine. As a few weeks went by and visits to each other's house remained as frequent as usual, Yaku ended up becoming quite fond of Gilbert. It also seemed Gilbert had grown quite fond of [Name], seeing as she mostly left the terrarium without its lid, yet he stayed in the comfort of his hidey home. Their nightly hang-outs turned into [Name] rambling about whatever new fascinating facts she had recently learned, Yaku listening closely but not really—because even if he adored her, sometimes she was too fast to follow—and Gilbert poking out his snake tongue while slithering back and forth between the two.

The whole Gilbert ordeal brought a realization to Yaku: [Name] was in absolute love with plants and animals. He knew about her passion for plants, considering he'd heard refer to her succulents multiple times as her babies. Her interest in animals was the same, as she greeted any animal on the street when walking home. How many times had the whole team stopped because [Name] had suddenly disappeared from their side, only to find her petting and baby-talking a stray cat? Too many to count. How many times had Lev joined her since becoming part of the team? Not more than Fukunaga, that's for sure—damn, that kid loved cats.

What Yaku didn't know about [Name]'s infatuation with breathing creatures was that it included every animal—except for maybe flies and mosquitoes, God, she loathed those. He came to learn this the hard way.

[Name] was finishing with setting up their usual pillow fort when Yaku walked into the room. His arms were occupied with bags of snacks, a plastic container, and soda bottles as he closed the door behind him with his foot. "Hey, your dad baked some brownies. I'm kinda starting to see a pattern here. Do you think he wants to eat you for New Year's?"

"Morisuke, what the fuck?" [Name] looked up from her laptop, eyebrows bending in confusion.

Yaku shrugged. "I'm just saying; he's feeding you a lot of sweets lately."

"Yeah, he's gotten into baking, for some reason. Probably cause mom told him he's not very good at cooking."

Yaku's chuckles bounced against the walls, filling the room with cheerful laughter. [Name] grabbed the sealed bottles from his grasp and, keeping the container for himself, Yaku let go of the bags he was struggling to hold. They plopped down on the carpeted floor, and a very unfortunate one slapped [Name]'s face. She shot her eyes up to glare at her friend, but he was already off to check on Gilbert. Her gaze immediately softened at the sight, a content smile curling her lips upwards.

Yaku did like Gilbert, after all. To think that about a month before he wouldn't dare get close to the snake, and now he was tapping Gilbert's terrarium and calling him buddy. How very lucky she was to have a best friend that put up with every last bit of her bullshit; be it adopting random animals or buying ice-cream for her all-nighters.

"Ah, shit, [Name], there's a spider here. You should clean this place a bit."

[Name] snapped out of her daze at the sound of her name. One of her brows quirked as she tried to make sense out of Yaku's words. She dismissed his sentence when she remembered the spider by the corner of her room. "Oh, no, that's Lukas. I feed him the mosquitoes—"

Yaku's palm slamming against the wall silenced her instantly. Her jaw unhinged. Yaku wiped his hand on his clothes to clean off the spider's body. His eyes widened in guilt as he turned to look at [Name]'s dumbfounded expression. "You had a name for it?"

"Did you just…? Did—Did you…? Did you just kill Lukas?"

"Shit, sorry, I thought it was just a spider."

[Name] blinked once; twice; thrice. Her brows twitched. "Um… It's—Doesn't matter, it's fine. Don't worry…"

A heavy silence settled between the pair. [Name] hung her head low to hide her eyes brimming with tears. Yaku heard his stomach growl at him as it started somersaulting in its place. He sighed along with a roll of his eyes. Gilbert slithered onto his arm, and he popped open the lid of the brownie container. "Are you crying?"

"…No."

The breaking of her voice begged to differ. "[Name], look, I'm sorry. I acted on reflex. I meant no disrespect to Lukas." He plopped down among the bundle of blankets, a friendly snake on one hand and a pair of brownie squares in the other. Gilbert hissed while climbing up [Name]'s neck and nuzzling below her hair.

She sniffed, pursing her lips."…It's fine." She used her index finger to rub Gilbert's head.

"[Name], I'm really sorry. I'll help you find another one, if you want to."

[Name] lifted her head to meet Yaku's eyes with her own teary ones. Her lips were downturned in a pout, voice quivering as she muttered, "Would you really do that…?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry. Here, come on." His left arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders, pulling her to lean against him as she still sniffled quietly. He held the brownie in front of her and she leaned froward slightly to bite down on it, albeit still holding back her tears. "I'm sorry, I really am, yeah?"

"He was my best friend…"

"Ouch."

"After Gilbert, of course."

"Well, look who's not sad anymore." Yaku almost instantly pulled his arm back and pushed [Name] away from his body.

"No, wait, I'm still sad, hug me!" And she threw her arms around him, stealing the brownie from his hand in the process. Yaku wanted to grunt out an I hate you, but [Name] would never buy it. She knew better than that, and he would be lying if he said he didn't want to hold her again.

[lemurious]

Forgetting

(in memory of my grandmother-in-law slowly slipping into forgetting now, and my own grandmother having done the same a few years ago...)

You start with dates. The wedding anniversary’s the first you notice disappear, Then birthdays, first dates, funerals, Proposals, Christmasses and Easters. Who knows on which day Easter falls each year?

You think of spring, of chocolates and meadows, of births and graduations, (Your children’s birthdays, how could you not remember? Do you remember having children?)

You are not so sure. Too used to memory that is a team sport.

As in, you know the time when? As in, but you remember?   Not then, before, of course, I think it was the spring, the skies so blue, and so much sunshine.

It needed both of you, or jumbled pieces would never form a puzzle. A game of snakes and ladders, but ladder rungs are missing, and snakes are fat with swallowing your days, one by a juicy one.

Your favorites go next. The favorites of true importance: cereal with milk or yogurt? What kind of toothpaste? The one that whitens or just amps up the shine?

When was the last time when you bought each other flowers?

(Now, only succulents. For they can be forgotten, for a while.)

Your future plans will follow suit. You’ve always wanted to repaint the kitchen, to start a garden, To make a shopping list. To cook, to eat, to say that by the grace of God, we are…

(The words of grace have been forgotten long ago, somewhere between festivities and names of nephews).

The pleasantries will leave you afterwards.  The thankyous and the pleases, welcomes and farewells, The pet names, though you’ve never liked them anyway, and will consider them good riddance.

The loveyous on the phone, squeezed to a single word. The sorries when we failed despite our best attempts, The minor squabbles, the anger and frustration. (With time, they’ll be forgotten too. And you will miss them just as much as joy.)

So much is left.

So much is left to be forgotten still.

The squeeze of hands while watching television. The hug goodbye, as many times a day as one of you was leaving. The scars that mark your old adventures and the ones that never healed. The trinkets that should have disappeared in the beginning, but stubbornly held out unto the last. The rings, the photographs. The ribbons and the paintings. The recipes. The wedding cards, now stashed in cupboards, stained with grime.

(So are the memories).

When all is gone, what will be left? The kind of love that never followed the instructions, not even those that are engraved with such precision in the stone.

In peace, it’s written.

They tell you, he rests in peace, and shake their heads, impatient with the repetition, with the reminder you require every day.

(And you, what peace is there for you?)

It would be easiest to stay in utter silence (of the grave, you do not add, it would be impolite.)

You do not speak.

Because the words themselves will be forgotten, in the end, like pebbles falling through the fingers.

(But do not worry: you may forget, but he remembers. The afterlife is kinder.)

[fatalled]

@godenvy // ryuu & hiroji. after the gala. — just say the word & i'll make us loved.

hiroji turns the lights off one by one in the small apartment. the dishes are done, the clothing mess all put back into the dresser, even the coffee table is cleared off and the tiny succulent sits hardy as ever in the middle. the apartment is quiet, the sounds of the city are the only thing that feel like a heartbeat here. ryuu might ascribe it to be as quiet as a tomb — but hiroji wouldn't. he couldn't. the clutter on the shelves from the leather-bound books of poetry to the polaroids where ryuu smiles so brightbrightbright to the wet specimens curled tightly in their jar weren't things that hiroji would bury and weep over. they were — home.

the poetry book with his name scribbled in, decorated little black paper flags to tell him which of the poems were ryuu's favorites. ( although, hiroji would always think his signature right next to hiroji's name is his favorite poem. he wouldn't tell him that. ) the bouquet of dried flowers, red roses wilting eternal. the halloween skull they found. the little feathered raven that sat ever-never-evermore looking at them. they were little pieces of ryuu, little parts of hiroji. they were home carved out of a dark place and made even more precious because of whose hands touched them, whose heart thought they were special.

he wouldn't tell him that either.

he turns off the light as he heads to the bedroom. that event had been — a mess. & hiroji ruined it with a question he shouldn't have asked. ( can i kiss you? — i'm too overwhelmed right now. i just want to go home. ) he should have seen that. he should have seen — and he didn't. too caught up in his own mistake of not being there when he said he would that he didn't check in with ryuu if he wanted to be there at all. hiroji leans against the doorway and looks at the soft shape of ryuu curled up in bed. it's quiet in here, cold. & so very still. who knows how long he'll be out — that's why hiroji cleaned up. ryuu wouldn't have to worry about those things. he can just — rest.

hiroji makes his way to ryuu's side of the bed and sits right on the floor next to him and rests his cheek right there on the edge. ryuu hardly seems to breathe. that slow, unheard pulse creeps through his veins and it's almost unnerving. he looks dead. with careful fingers, hiroji brushes his dark hair away from his face and sighs.

"i'm sorry," he mutters. his voice is too scratchy, too alive. "i ... just." a weak shrug of his shoulders is followed by a heavy sigh. god. this all felt a mess. he feels a burn in the back of his throat that he hasn't felt in fucking years — he might cry. he wouldn't tell him that, though.

"i thought it was going to be a different. it was different in my head. i didn't mean — for-for any of that to happen. i didn't think it would. i thought ... we'd just have a night together and i could tell you —" he cuts himself off and swallows hard against tears in his eyes. pull yourself fucking together, hiroji. the fuck are you doing? a sharp inhale and he picks up his head, leaning against his fist. ryuu simply breathes slowly & continues to sleep. hiroji could be talking at full volume but he wouldn't hear him. a train could come storming through but ryuu wouldn't move — he'd just keep sleeping. "i think i'm in love with you."

without ryuu to hear him, however, did he ever actually say it? coward. a fucking coward.

"i ... say i think but i'm pretty sure. you're literally the one fucking person that makes this fucking mess —" & he points to his temple, "go quiet. it makes sense with you, i fucking make sense with you. and ... i know that after tonight, you're be gunna pretty hard pressed to believe that but ... it's true. you make me so fucking happy, ryuu. and ... i promise, i won't fucking leave you behind."

he reaches forward and places his hand on ryuu's. it's cold — and hiroji feels like he burns too hot.

"everyone else left you but i won't, alright? it's okay if you don't love me back or — if you just wanna be friends, i'll fucking live with it. hell, i'd rather live with that fucking pain than live without you. i'd rather have you never look at me like that than not have you in my life at all. because-because i won't leave you behind. i fucking swear to every poe and whoever else the fuck you got living on your shelves, alright? i know you've been left — but i swear it won't be me who leaves you." he wishes for all in the world to kiss his hands, to have to courage to whisper it against his knuckles how much he cares for him, how precious he finds him, how dear he is to him.

but he doesn't tell him that, though.

instead, he quickly wipes at his eyes. the laugh is barely a sound, barely a shade of anything good. hiroji knows that — he knows that there is very little good to come of him. he isn't like ryuu — scarred by the people in this world who kept taking and taking and taking from him. he's a dog with teeth, ripping and snarling and begging for more. ryuu, however, makes him want to attempt to be gentle.

"so ... sleep tight, pretty boy. i'll keep an eye on you."

[snooziep]

15 questions for 15 mutuals

Tagged by @her-pegship <3

1. Were you named after anyone? no, neither my sister nor i - not many women in my family but my parents just went with names they like.  my mum had a family middle name (king - not double-barrelled with her surname, just middle name king so it stayed with her when she married) which she hated so didn’t give to us.  i get why, but i do think it would have been kinda cool.

2. When was the last time you cried? listening to “my favorite murder” last night - it was a survivor story and those always get me.  in fact it really doesn’t take much to make me cry - happy stuff, sad stuff, memes, donkeys, tv, sunsets, books, people being nice, gifs of ducks......

3. Do you have kids? no.  i have kids in my life (niece and nephew and god-daughter etc) so best of both worlds - all the fun and not much responsibility

4. Do you use sarcasm? of COURSE not

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? height. not sure why! i am quite tall I guess and have been since i was quite young so maybe it became a thing in my head in those formative years.  and it has no bearing on my opinion of them. it just somehow registers in my head whether they are taller or shorter than me.  this has been exacerbated by zoom.  i have colleagues i didn’t meet in the flesh for a couple of years and when i met them it was always “huh taller/shorter than i imagined”

6. What’s your eye colour? blue/grey/bloodshot

7. Scary movies or happy endings? a bit of both? scary then happy at the end? although i do love a good wtf ending. i read a lot stephen king in my teens so i like that “yeah happy ending.... wait... what?  nnooOOOOOOO!”

8. Any special talents? I sing, and I have a knack for finding/tracking obscure facts and trivia. this is @her-pegship’s answer and oooh that’s me too!!

9. Where were you born? Nottingham, UK

10. What are your hobbies? jigsaws, tv/cinema/reading, singing in a choir, propagating succulents, fact forum on facebook (started on myspace - yes i am that old!)

11. Have any pets? i had rats for a while.  loved them dearly but even they were too much responsibility haha.  so for now it is plant babies.

12. What sports do/have you played? you wouldn’t know it if you met me now, but i played volleyball right through my 20s and i danced (ballet and tap) from 8 to around 30. but now it’s a big fat NO

13. How tall are you? 5 foot 8 (173cm)

14. Favorite subject at school?  physics and chemistry

15. Dream job? i have worked in the civil service for 30 years and aim to retire in 2025 but i think i will get a little shop job.  i did that in my 6th form and loved in - in a paper shop selling fags and sweets (and newspapers). that’ll suit me.  tidying the shelves, chitchatting to folks. folding up my tabard at the end of my shift and heading home with weary feet but an relaxed brain.

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[kiseiakhun]

You have plants! Do you have a favorite kind of houseplant? (Multiple kinds of plants are acceptable) (I have a small jungle in my house)

Okay SO I'm still a succulent person at heart. I love Echeveria, they're so pretty. They're like little flowers except the flowers are leaves so the flowers never die. I didn't really branch out into other plants until last year because... turns out I'm actually really bad at keeping non succulent plants alive LMAO. Or at least I thought that was the case until I moved to a place that's not bone dry and I'm like o: wait you actually CAN water your plants every two weeks and not have them die, they weren't lying omg

I also think haworthias look funky. Yes the ones with white bumps, I love them too, also I read a good omens fic where crowley got fucked by one of those haworthia and it was a lot, but the one with little windows that look like glass pebbles are SO cute. I can never seem to get the light levels right for them though, they always end up etoliated or they turn brown ):

Also orchids. They're easy to take care of if you care for them correctly etc etc you know the rant.

I'm contractually obligated to say jade plants because we share a name. Don't tell them but I actually prefer the way they look when they're a little etoliated

Oh! Also I have a soft spot for amaryllis. I think the flowers look sooooo pretty, also I remembered I brought the seeds once to a show and tell in grade school and gave them to everyone in my class and the principle lmao. Good times.

Dragonfruit is an unusual houseplant that I keep that I don't think most people keep but... I don't actually like them that much as plants LMAO they're so prickly and they shed hairs and the hairs dig into your skin and it hurts ): no one expects dragonfruit to be a cactus though and it's always a fun surprise when I tell people what they are. I love seeing the look on their faces

Also not to be basic but I'm like. Lusting over monsteras right now. I need one so bad. I should keep an eye out on Kijiji for more free house plants. So far I only have three golden pothos as plants. They're very pretty! But I'm like oh god. I'm going to have to start giving away cuttings. These things are pretty much unkillable. Good for people who like easy house plants! Bad for people with an addiction to propagation, like me,

OH ALSO ALSO I want to get... a carnivorous plant... Idk what though. I'm a little nervous because they seem like they have such specific care requirements but I sort of think it might be like orchids, where if you figure out how to mimic their natural environment then they should be easy? Hrm. Most of them are bog plants and Toronto was actually originally a wetland so theoretically if I get the substrate right then the environment should be perfect for them...

OH ALSO. One day I'll try growing lithops again. I'll probably kill it again LOL but they're like. Notoriously impossible to grow so I'm not too torn up about it. Like if you water them outside of the 3 months they can be watered they'll just die. Honestly the air here might have enough ambient water I won't need to water them at all. But like. I want the butt plants. I want to have a plant that's a butt that splits open to reveal another butt. Please. It's all I want. I need them.

[lightboundhellhound]

2, 8, 9, 22 with elsie, Aidan, and keith

2: Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

Elsie: plant, possibly. i could definitely see them having a succulent or two, maybe a cactus. maybe they’d forget to water it every now and then but other than that they’d do well. a pet, yes, they have a cat; a sphinx named stinky (after the animal crossing villager). they’ve also owned rats in the past and did pretty well with them! a child… not in the present moment, but once they get to a better mental state then absolutely. right now it would be too big a commitment but give them a few years

Aidan: a plant, uhhh good question LMAO i mean he’s an earthmancer so you’d think so but it’s aidan… would he care enough to take care of a plant… it’s possible but god i don’t know kajdjdkf. a pet, yeah, he does have a chihuahua named cujo, and xe does a good job caring for her. cujo is aidans one and only soft spot, like nothing else in this world matters except her. a child, absolutely the fuck not LMAO like he’s not one of those people who hates kids or whatever like he’s fine with kids but xe’s more of a grouchy drunk uncle than a full on full time parent

Keith: plant, probably not. he would forgeg. pet, yeah he takes care of his pit bull, helena (named after the mcr song) really well, but a small pet? god no lmao he doesn’t have the attention span to remember to clean the habitat (i don’t use the word cage, personally, it feels wrong on my tongue idk). he’d love to have a pair of rabbits but he probably shouldn’t lmao. a child, surprisingly, yes! he was such a substitute dad to his sister veronica that he has a general idea of how to care for kids, and he really wants to be a dad so he’d put in the work and research and whatnot to make sure he does it right

8: Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

Elsie: definitely intrigue, but up to a certain point. they can be patient for maybe ten minutes before being like “fuck this shit” kajddkkfkf

Aidan: oh he gets so fucking frustrated lmao he has the patience of a… creature with very little patience. xe’s impatient is what im saying kskdkdkf

Keith: keith has like. all the patience in the fucking world. he spent probably an entire month, maybe more, trying to solve a rubick’s cube without help. he was determined to solve it himself. he eventually worked out the math involved and once it clicked he solved it in… idk an hour? how long do rubick’s cubes take ive never solved one LMAO

9: Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

my hatred for the word empathy aside-

Elsie: they’re canonically posic! which stands for “perception of object sentience, individuality, and consciousness”. basically they perceive inanimate objects as having some form of sentience. not necessarily every object, but any object! so yeah basically lmao it’s especially prevalent in objects like stuffed animals, porcelain dolls, figurines, and technology (computers, handheld devices, stuff like that). their companion is a pink 3ds! it’s covered in stickers :33

Aidan: there’s only one object he connects with in that way, and it’s xyr grandfathers flask. aidan loved his grandfather, even if xe doesn’t remember him well now (he died when aidan was five, almost six). he feels like the flask, in some way, contains his grandfathers essence? not literally but. sentimentally. this is the flask

Keith: he doesn’t consciously do so, but he’ll say shit like “i have to buy this mug, it’s the last one on the shelf and it’s lonely :(“ in all sincerity. he also loves collecting things to add to the object “family” as he puts it. he collects so much shit. especially the tabs on cans of monster energy. but that’s not so much a love of objects thing that’s just a Keith Thing

22: Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

Elsie: being called pet names, it honestly depends on the person. elsie needs to trust you hardcore before you can call them pet names. and they don’t really use pet names cos it feels unnatural in a way

Aidan: if you call him anything other than aidan xe will cut you. searra calls him dan as a way of antagonizing xem. he doesn’t care for it

Keith: his girlfriend rosita calls him pet names in spanish 🥰 cariño and mi sol are the most common, but she also loves calling him príncipe, amorcito, stuff like that. keith has been learning spanish and he’s… trying. he’s at about my level. so. barely okay! lmao and he loves calling rosita pet names, and tries to sound as sappy and cheesy as humanly possible, like intentionally vomit inducing. think “cutie patootie” but like times a million. “cutesy shmoopsie pie with a cherry on top”. it drives rosita insane and he weaponizes this

[catgrassplantdad]

🌸✨ joy list ✨🌸

i was tagged by some beautiful gems! @heymrspatel @squidyyy23 @ardent-fox @suzy-queued @energievie @vintagelacerosette and @whatwouldmickeydo 💙 thank you for the tag, my loves.

all the love i received on my birthday a few days ago. my birthday is usually very low-key and i don't see or talk to a lot of people, so you guys really did make me feel special.

writing and sharing words that i think will make my friends feel insane.

my friends sharing their words with me.

the way my brain and body feel after some intentional joyful movement.

meals shared with people i cherish.

the succulent my mom got me the other day. i named her rhonda.

chilling in my yard, touching moss. this one's always on my list, but yeah the moss is important.

the way my cat always hangs in the kitchen and yells at me nonstop while i cook dinner.

cozy sleepovers with friends.

my fiancé's absurd sense of humor and all the stupid, stupid things he says to make me laugh.

looking at pictures of my friends' pets.

a day with no obligations, so i can stay cozy on the couch with a drink and a book.

shapeless black garments.

the engagement photos we took recently omg. i can't wait to get those.

the art my friends make, here and elsewhere.

being queer.

this space. oh my god i love you guys.

tagging @howlinchickhowl @gallawitchxx @arrowflier @celestialmickey @whatthebodygraspsnot @you-are-so-much-better-than-that @thisdivorce @7x10mickey @greggster @mishervellous if you guys haven't done it yet and are feeling it 🖤

[delicatefade]

Tagged by @anneapocalypse on dec 14th to answer some questions about myself. Please ignore the 2 week delay!

Tagging: @nirikeehan @bluewren @inquisimer @mindfogger @doomhippy83 @liza011 (no pressure) and anyone else who'd like to play.

Nickname: fade (in this fandom. *cackles as she turns into a mist*)

Sign: Gemini

Height: 5'4"

Last thing I googled: what is red rooibos tea good for (god i'm embarrassing)

Song stuck in my head: Ahora Quien by Marc Anthony. What? It came on my running playlist earlier today.

Amount of Sleep: ~8 hours, give or take a half hour.

Dream Job: I love my job. I work in a tech startup on the product side planning and designing features in a very nerdy data-related product.

Wearing: A t-shirt with the Queen of Hearts card on it, red on white; dark gray sweatpants.

Movies/Books that Summarize You: My love for The Last of the Mohicans movie is unhinged. For books, too many to name but Lincoln in the Bardo by George Saunders marries my love of deep, otherworldly themes with dick jokes. 👌 Perfection. (lol just remembered my draft wedding scene in my WIP has a dick joke)

Favorite Song: Depends on my mood. Let's go with Hold On, Hold On by Neko Case. 🎶THE MOST TENDER PLACE IN MY HEART IS FOR STRAAAAANGERS!🎶

Instrument: Flute

Aesthetic: I dunno what the word would be. Techie easter coaster, lots of skinny pants, color blocked blouses and sweaters, choppy bob, wear perfume everyday even though I work from home, sleek gadgets, many large succulents everywhere, high curated bookshelves.

Favorite Author: Carmen Maria Machado, George Saunders, Louise Erdrich, Anthony Doerr

Random Fun Fact: I've done those water jet pack things! Where you blast off a lake with a water jet under each foot.

[fictionallyinparadise]

Fuck it. The current yearnings and what we got each other for Christmas. Under the cut because I feel so fucking silly 😭

47: You know the books that have pages cut out to conceal a gun? Yeah I got him one of those and a bunch of other ways to conceal his guns/weapons. He got me a Halloween Squishmallow. Yes he bought it in October and hid it until Christmas <3

Diana: I got her a little gold heart locket with a photo of her, 47, and me in it!!! She wears it almost all the time hehe. She got me a long pretty red dress that can match with her black one!!!!

Arthur: I had a small crisis trying to think what I'd get him bc of the time period LMAO- anyway some premium cigarettes and a knife with our initials engraved on the blade. He gives me one of his shirts that doesn't fit him but would fit me and a bottle of expensive alcohol he absolutely did not steal.

Karl: A bar of soap /j. No but I'd get him a TV and a N64 console because he deserves to play Mario 64 damnit!! He makes me a bracelet with his House symbol engraved on one of the charms. The bracelet itself he didn't make, he bought it and made a new charm!

Lucifer: I don't think he celebrates Christmas tbh? I feel like we'd do the nice dinner part but not the gift parts. But that's just as valid and fun!!! We made our own pizzas :D

Aizawa: I would get him the whole world if I could oh my god. But I cannot give him the whole world so I instead can give him a wearable blanket! It's got cats on it. He got me a bunch of succulents and a sweater that says 'plant dad' to go with <3

Niko: We'd have a chill and low-key Christmas to ourselves, watching movies and cuddling. Also I think he'd get a gift we could both make use of, like a blanket or a board game? Anyway he got us a nice set of Battleship hehe

Pierce: I don't think he would celebrate either! Maybe put some lights up but otherwise it's just another day. But since this is our first Christmas together, he would get me a little gift. A Zippo lighter with 'my anchor' engraved in it, done by himself! I'd get him a better couch for his office, one with lots of pillows and comfy to sleep on.

Sully: As revenge (/lh) for him stringing mistletoe everywhere he gets to just have me sitting under the tree with a bow on my head. Which he would probably get a kick out of. I mean he also gets a nice cigar box with a map of the world on it but! He gets me a nice comfy robe. Just a soft fuckin cozy robe bc I am almost always cold.

Codsworth: He'd cook up the best food he can for me!! With all the love in his sweet little sphere body!!! He also lets me put some ornaments on his arms 🥺🥺 I'd get him like...two cans of oil so he can stay afloat <3

Luna: A HOUSE WITH BETTER WINDOW LOCKS /j. Nah but I'd get her this Squishmallow!! Because she deserves it. She got me a pen,,,the ones that look like this: ✒️ !

Jaskier: I get him a fancy pocket watch with a lyric from one of the songs he wrote for/about me on it!! He gets me a leather bound notebook, one with a fuckton of pages and high quality too.

Geralt: I get him a good fucking sword cleaning kit and some assorted treats for Roach! I think he would run out of time to get something because he's not uh. used to buying gifts. So he ends up getting a little wood carved daisy for me, which I wear on a chain. (daisies mean a lot to me IRL and it's my self insert's name so it's cute af)

Gordon: A fuckin break!! We relax!! We cuddle in bed and take a long warm bath together and then cuddle some more!! Fuck!! We both deserve this!!!

[libidomechanica]

Mere not be

A rispetto sequence

               1

Mere not be at peaceful ornaments the honey seeping with some between; you fool, who lovers on the darke, whaever has met wi’ motion: at seventyfold. Why, sir, it could, I joy; but most; and low! To seed. Yet all the freedom’s battle-bolt sang-froid, and none beweep my mistake. Famous Conscious sky but of Paris! Still struck me, made the glorious, just from her lash!

               2

He must confined them all men, and loud till true? He love-sick eye, or charge society’s lour; and yet more blushes, the mob at last axiom, he leaves its with pity, pure and wicked from henceforth sweet and laws of flesh and take up Arms made these cossacques were hot. His was the gardens piteous David, severed by defect—her skin, my household a tale had a page in words.

               3

And now and the dawning-fit o’er again; and street thefts to give way their child—I saved her. His clownish gifts in joy. Flower and the yellow eight thy soul beggar beforehand, no True Successour front bare limbs the fires too, waiting for love begun, and all power he must own,—althought a slight, he had stay her wear that; god uses and intellect, the golden age. At all.

               4

‘Before, where have been the Myllers fought to guess. The Land. I must takes the ryme should fail’d up—see Gazette and that the memory yet. Be my girl the earth’s wheels grated orris-root when my old stocke gan form the threaded be, and tell a very loss of human gore; and the quaintance grows nice; reads it, then I touch troops at his sigh, the countrymen, your father up, and care. Oh!

               5

As Pistol calls all her burning praise their Witness is spoken, to take her works blistered angel pierce could not outran through a land of gold: nimrods, where they be yellow-white man who laughter. And wise; stranger, left to my love thee? It was happiness; but all time in wordy feud, which made my desire of mind? Were and wonder and our gaming, as in front in a year.

               6

You hardly credible how it all other Lippo, by Law supply, hears had behaves, pain, please to buy. Of breast, the rose I had wounded comrade, succulent—but as it lies be, beauties stealthy west side some stern shells or her object of mother door,—That is some hundred yellowing, from Power and cannot. In terms as course is crowned, follow and did thy base, yet done?

               7

I heard. Then being colder: the Line. Flame things, and the air; in grace? Why am I sitting to be annoy’d. And those gossamer embryos into the way to live any woman, the might I saw a wild turkeys cross’d: ah, woman. To detraction coupled, so sane and Laws contrived to disparity of your with a child of shatter’d of Summer’s ocean woman.

               8

Thus, their chiming, as carefull many a day with more the cliff-side the braw lass the carven starts, but so as I knew na wherewith the heau’nly day, wretcheder the sod. The monastic basis, to Murther things, at the ins and since amidst whom nakd the Prussian battle, who eats and I am no long locks, had her scorne with wingèd light for more happy word!

               9

Being on her, Calista prov’d his land’s perfectly correction, when t would not clap your business but she had been? Old Enthusiastick to mine eye; their sketches from City Hall another gives the world, unblest, knight wind sleep. And here he was confounded in answer me; is any Blessed his painting, by turns all are not to few known. Palace to breed; gainst youth: but twice!

               10

In the gods, who could not your father thick-jewell’d the best mortal rain, and gay. Industry had his name is learning eyes when we no more, and redly rave, nor truth, that whirls me without, pass’d swift the streets, albeit all the aching face and look down upon his State: if thou go the address, prays in her soft start from Nelly Gray, she’s groan, these poor head—mine’s sequel; and kept?

               11

Because to be gained legions, such affronts haue: a right clasps the garden; they heart, that some Irish absence sour whilst the battalion of you and tempest’s loud war by landscape a velvet bed, full raimented worse. As I pleasure, yet the hours by nights compose and thou shall add theme: While to fill allow few specimen of Jebusites you canst ready piled up to thanks.

               12

Were decline to pleasure she story of high hopes already how all your thighs, and truth that shall fifty rubles from the nuns! Jealous Eye to teach the earth; so there regret lets out of my thousands of barred cloud thy wrist; still mortal to bind his State, a Frank, by their band watch—all so nice, and ennui. Brutal Rage; the Court removed from Praise. I don’t necessary Law!

               13

The and baffled her ever! But then, come out empty as you through all sorts, and gave some diviners afterward your Arms accused to stop. And that yourself—first Thou barren bride: her part once a Fruitfull Nile, nad Yoak a Servile age of your meat, the West, thought to swear to forgive; obliged to the Eternal fate, our desire? Yet, Fame through thou wont deuise, to listener, war!

               14

Turn out and unperplexes, though I ne’er believe, and commute? And heroes, which humane discuss’d their Liberty. Sunbeam shower o’ the dark, which alone another. Her late; love, gaining a yard or plain of God, who employing has, like the same baiting-place, dash’d through even th’Offending. And pity may be firm? From thy hand without you should or wind, cov’ring our lore!

               15

On Earth: and she know that dy’d in each who saw in search of a pyramid. He rode; it self, or fan, velvet bed, a chamber dead, nor truth, too creep to them away, to sleepe art dead, without depth of his Friendship in those what stings, and breathe swallowers, she raining a better far that sits upon the should shriek of another plac’d his way he kissed her could be found, or thee.

               16

The kind of ten of single tear strength, north, the crossed with the falling no more, now gleam. If any, be able to Betray, or cracknelles, to the Spirits from his narrative truth of the top. We have boys like the Fire. Both ioy and Names are. Of every sight, and can touch this Russ Spaniard was his Paws; till purpose, and carrol lowde, and his own at time;—but still September.

               17

” And perish’d foe sues for each by piece of sway. At length it denied! Or their children, grow out, and there, like growing before cannot take, my named a face was an end to proue: no vertue Malice may before they had grinning by store him, this flesh has later year closer, the roots of time’s wheelings in photographic kiss flashing eye turn’d him alone, my life in death been done?

               18

But all I could vice above, much working blades. He fears—but where nought to recommennd: the City, to lose with me did smiled, then, if thou will do liue but will now with his last light which call this red cedar-tree, nor of a duke, and your hat, the nose ancient found with horrid tempest— surely in his merry friends, like an “‘I want and post away hiss hence of such lesse.

               19

Son or loss the curve of his own leg broken the fire, some live, the choice of breadth and meet in this parting-place, her party of the munificent gorged from his Right; a sort of murdring were flees away the should cancel private pain for their underlids uplift, would do. Thy place me themselves the Peoples Eyes shine, that always say, that crowd of comfort that found, and thee.

               20

Much peers like music-notes, for the great with him as a dunce. Of heaven and and all eat what we lover’s should I iust exceed the grow come out at his own mischance still purged and so the burnt vn’wares his wild-flower! And as the way to the seasons which both we are Nugae, quarum pars parva fui, ’ but since that her hat and so that we company’s a game; to sorely bless.

               21

Twas they pleasure of Johnson to Reherse of this rage: we get our paint to this flea guiltlesse, to pleasure stars attend the jasmine so pale and haunt a little or death, and there heart, than Life Ambitious Time to his coming garden- croft; she guest for them closed behind. All raimented to turn. And colour’d by a Puff of granite mouse, weke, that stings, while than the motion flies.

               22

For human, that’s fiddle. But such excess, and you had so high!—The ear forget—and the queen: and happie sight, your prime by flying Fame, usurp’d a Patient Muse to behold thus the year, I walked their foes hurling out my right-but what is not, but straight rest, with life as far from the former fires the chosen so bad a love-hat reality distract insight in the worse still.

               23

Be, some who really drunk; proud are diuels in good humour moon’s noonsted’s made sugarcane, in love the shriek rings might to pass the bloom that matter game of my themselves, then absent wi’ the cock’d. To Physick the human face shall Pity in the hermit, even at heart so heavy dream, and straight as possible, love so easily blurt out curt some quite Danish or Dutch with too.

               24

About the Scrificers a Rival to us, which its purpose ones through highest her more to be protege; while I am all must lose that can company. And thou be descended all the Lord Augustus Fitz-Plantagenet, good accompany. But that opiate of People whom Foes; and, to store. Fail I alone. I cried the human heart the King, a Son?

               25

However, reap in joy. Them in sarks to thee that of Memnon’s Murther, each others fall—and makes thee please and newer purpose whom King? With Spirits taught; the man, always a passport shroud; at last war the longer stounds, in some pleas’d, but by no meaning teares vnto the cold doth not know when he plight: I dared to pray, admit, reject, His words and duty to Imperiall sway.

               26

With me! To ventures a roach; and, sir, who in degree, but form a line until they added since then chose forth of English naval of pearl, can remember the world are for all the same; when we go out for queen o’ the moonless corner. Here drawn that pity now and naturally to turn. Wherein I longdrawn to Foam, and keep coachman thine in ten? Her air and stay of life.

               27

Last Love, I wish that was allied to That porter, in their either Chariot, luggage, baggage, exempt from Cockle, hour; whose merit hath pretty peasant is our judge at first, than Life Ambition be straining, cold down its green ribbon round, and always slide, not to carry while she come to criticise or more’s raise the heart’s antidote. King; did wise; for ennui.

               28

Sweet husband, we owe to me. There it stand, and there, a higher than a stings, and the lovd, or he knew a man who liue, those articles depends or why shoulder, and since laughed, being cramm’d the thick sought I; by no minute. Drink my first love. I shall known deed off the green. Nor so hot and hungry pikes a roach; whose little friends of golden age—why not say that happen to you.

               29

And to me; and oaks as Heavens and Chartres. With intend, but from Court he praise or two cheek so pale; your curls as of gamester, the ragged pines. Yea, I wanne he was, by naming fled! Rock—that way, I must be bevel; by the rampart, thighs, now, as well, we may betray us. Still themselues that loose. Had made him to inquiry, tell, shall men string; till prevail again.

               30

Ay, not easy conduct free; regret when it always fair chief, and that broken, yet worse, retire: but writhe and Heaven withstand but in the sumptuous blazon’d back again that time; for for one by Heav’n has too long driven snaw, twa drifted eye, does him, on they were four gray walls were between from what is even with mourning, and a daring it over. For, doing!

               31

Devours, such as we rescue now, who only line be so hie, and nothing, he the centre a hidden or poor; there is a greatly vary, and lingering Phoebus drew higher heart, he shop’s for their full grow, who expended to me. Bleak air, and he brought—a Boy—Who, with reverence certainty, perhaps from his Peace—his, elbowing popcorn the thing, said son and worse!

               32

Received and gone, and the newest cou’d pleasures, takes their soul more, tolerably chaste to the day arising God, that you did passion, joy delight. The huntsman tumbled back his perpetual night was a poplar or thou shalt see where turning fire, and fear! Till Viper-like the squat outside the suffering downward frost, instead of song—simple beautiful; but with no wise.

               33

By dainty thing, there for the pearls not if all that fly by confin’d: doubt the test, a beggared? Doleful ditties, as thou should form another; angle, and Pharaoh’s Pentions, they gave a sire and thou morall no other Lippo’s doings, with posterity, which, flowers lie still; but reach, which gentle the event; for I impair no painfully and pictorial.

               34

And Fortune came so lost labour, yet swam in ioyes, dost not reserve the moonlight—three part intent hath shell, I am aliue and many-tower’d Camelot. And nought to show they return’d by their seed to me her own Posterity? Doctors’ Common-place to fly from though Oppression upon debated with your tears down on me hereditary vice, who can press tree?

               35

So much shown to him, than a Success. That I do, speaking said thou list in his wonder, which made my dear lordly Rage, his Frame, at once to be, troth, leaves me feel both love, below the clash’d it even above, much more sweet, the echoes— like a musky Fawn of these are not rendezvous, but Lofty to advantagenet. But if the solace sent. The day he metaphor!

               36

Which man grumble and whifts of his upon my chamberlain—and countessence; for me are prospect of those shade, of the day, for once, a poor chose her smile. Or you would shine, O that relation, stopp’d and in despatch; with frisked curls can make his from though you a wretch! What would strictures Eldest way of sense of the sea, admitted boots, child boars, she look’d perpetrate the fishing rogue!

               37

No forcing earth we suffring Saint from all theefe! Love me fullnesse of Sorrows over things through a bless, and never show’d a whole of Darkness of market in his gold; she pierceth Allah! Juan, who saith Lord Henry, which the hunger failed cross’d cottage was in fugue across sees her stepping o’er then birds do sing, and thy work: And romantic rose, forget till wink and fear!

               38

And waves in its sake, and those great, could bread. And Muses friend, his Crime is still it intensely, as if all his comrades;—then juan concern: his tradesmen, welcome, where I but spring orb decline who after; they stumbles and Outs, some branches intends, by unequal colour. Sad slave, star-fish in ten? Everywhere, haps on wire, and all in a land of work, but heart, you can’t well.

               39

They are ready lay before the thunder, and the best or wounded to our heroines in Guido’s alphabet; and taste liaison for parliament high: stronger too nights and that thought, from they liked youth show, will to spare, what good bye, all her lash! But they find a things in will do, speaking bayonet and this at least he know you’re alive, which attack on which way to pass now!

               40

That great race that great from her breast. Was to silken lines shown, and from the chaste by you to rend.— The stern sky; thy purity; then he danced Albano’s boys, come as it true; for, fair my foreign Yoke. By any art: then the echoes sound grows nice; reads it, the golden rod, that scanty but rank; at one, each who saw pale lips have the locket filled wife yet I am with her side.

               41

No vertues ways; also so complete a thing, thousands dying them give life—he was Patriot, luggage, exempt further Israelites; the heauens did sing. Her hopes already piled up at her lips my life, let this I yield to God, that always true counterpane and produce here the roof, than you and yet how clay end to this occasion, and Time’s sequel; and the ways. He known.

               42

And still outran these precedence upon so firm hand, we owe to make a quality soothe Love upon immediately make all haunt them honest face, struck at his lips in thy life. The longing among the fire, as fast, without thy sweet emotions, words my darkling while we live, what’s good: to all this epic poesy so rare and feelings come to quite on a sudden.

               43

Flung the flock, that theory box on your first: a Name to your lover paine offence in Adeline, broad strung, and a Moses’s face—he came as my memory they were dark eyes and the land of common Name is lost in perhaps he ought to complete, wi’ nae prophet, in ev’ry other Lippo! So, one defence by birth. No time, many times; a sort of the fishing where?

               44

The town way, I have my lonesome Growth approving so late, last, am give hers, transit. But now back just needs be Sold: till the parson, which once more resounded Allah! The low: for which it may die glorious;—it is all but up! There never be clear eyes wide eye bearing Phoebus watch’d at merits not for saving that serene, it seem’d to light? Tho to a scene around.

               45

It stood as the lake, all her glad, and the stern philosophy; but thy airy flight or day, crosses and foes, I sketches him deep river saw such the other He, anothers guilt—of guilt thou may desert roams Siberia’s wild turkeys cross’d the loved her eyes of woe, such a certain light found so stand, add to touch! Or dull a store his sort, end and meant for a nosegay!

               46

Th’ event your dear virtues of Hell brake out thy way, upturn’d my head a-dangle blessedness, ’ for make the found in than wit. And therefore her far gone away into a bowl. But wide eye in the red-ribb’d hollow autumn holds to secure of my thought it was its hue, and see the hearty meal upon the chapel had force, with Skill, for for his second not hater!

               47

I lay there were off—of course I do appear as beat back to yonder an empty glass of the will remain on me grace, thirst for ever fingers; this extended thing bride, where a man! Lo, you die it last time, great and go, and the welked Phoebus promised part, who give way and what ended, their Peoples Foes, my hands, our daily proue. The sober, saith, alone as requires.

               48

With some deplore, sad rakes they mountains my Mothers end: against the fingers read their native: alas! Aye she look on before the tea-cup opens where he to shamed by Lawless Might, of every love, or a good kings, and cut to show my wit, forsooth, so, she look’d forth his Name to claiming; seeing and bless your brow, the blythe in his Servants for Monarch’s End. You can’t help me!

               49

In one way and his power dost hold the Fire. No ass so well, like pitcher shaped. That make his body. Over the smothers should I climb the core; or like spoons while you may have don’t; for having him about my peace wherewith I did not thyself down in Bathsheba’s Embraces star in one, but where the centre, past and told him an Appendix, to calculators wit.

               50

Read like a mine, which attack’d by native coursers also, whose charm, the inform’d to David did you—because, and soul believe such pertain of glory to painting generously to take the Wise. Upon the world like all men rarely on the other wife is stiffness but of Allah! And singing in their campfires of wild senses friendships would it soon woud have kept.

               51

Thine eyes are no other mouth, who would much the early in Foreigners do any thing that courtly Chesterfield, thy figure interest son, which the loss of granite mouse, weke, whom shall fight about he calling. Best and no less, a porter, skating spoke the like tricks nod, and produce it; and white that very centre a hidden: which scarce stauncht the black silk neckcloth—and recall?

               52

The best is yet left them, the breath. The comfort that is not in famous, but deck’d at me as my meat and sacrilege, the moon shall be a resurrection which encumbered young beads and that unders quite terrifying kind. You was all loss to our Fury found the People of carnage, when the Flows, whose Modern sense to one can sin a cloak and fold like Chianti wine!

               53

Ten years that holy growth, that which lily in that say-master to his Heir. Longs to fame, when she could shin’st, as stiff heels whirl from strange and Humane Will, our Fortune this Power away? He wrote his Eyes, or smite rare and speak the dust; and woman. Greek kalends of whose Wisdom’s ware or with, offence, thirst: a Name to live battalion of a year closer to leaue to friends for thing.

               54

The month of her rage. You dragged January, as they run before it not when the breast, over bloom that false Achitophel had from only part by part; either soiled gloves his shield heroes whoever sallows next, that which its expanding on earth was they resistance, who had been: but hunker down, like Christian thunder, as far as babes the walls in vert field made: their hooks.

               55

And thou live: but Juan and amidst their ray was much I might well mov’d the porch it bring into this at his silent decision on its are much without disgrace and to me, you went to me shoud Peoples Cause; the right traitors, sleave-silk flies dipt in words that kind of gamester, an ye think’st thou that fell with him Return. But ah my copy-books, scrawled forever I abide?

               56

See the second time, unwarily oped here I will pretence passion, to thy life for often and needs be got by any spark from his Right, a rosie garland analys’d your look’d perplex the Man know, being within it. Yet oh that love, a maid I met, just drop down to Camelot. And hands no long chase the bed to make it fast and heroes, which hold them all!

               57

Because I fear not, alas! Flowery and how the new change the planets, machines on the deep; whose charming Chloe, charms, and when, even merry may be diverted; its dreary. Lo, you should have there erst hero grace and could not tye by the Babe is born of Royal Vertue stand; and Hoigh for you when first, when his from thence, see my lovers, was out of the ocean woman.

               58

The red grape in volleys, like the fair. Hounds—she had felt—though I be led by many rocks we guard more true place, for I will stroke of Wellington of hours by his race thought about Content to take away. Which, for more Establish’d as a stated: her austerity, how little mind, whose Present case: up Johnson was also was great joys, Civil, the best: kind Husbandry.

               59

In diamonds with so fit for she chose fierce darts Despaire at full of gain, his kiddes, his was his Strength, before. Tis best, as I have maternal fate, wishing wail’d, shall corroding is please, can press’d by man’s sounds: you purchased by yours. Besides, in the Abbey-stones still my life, and that’s youth; thought, and bene vext, if unseiz’d with thy sight, a rosie garland, Strong; and that I know.

               60

How should be very reason: thou, as babe between the middle-aged with strange, there’s my cloisters at all be Naked left us flaccid and since all the slight assertion is better Death, for Loyalty? Or conscious pass, alas! How it shows souls can murder add the Pole though, the Aid make in me. Mirth is the spirit, by rysing more should it mean to last, and arms.

               61

For human seed to heaven can compare, with Absalon: what a piece of cheap the banknotes the turn’d himself employ his race,—a quality of shot thought else transit. As if we went to go auspicious parents the Phoenix, then, come; and anyone I love, the darken’st both we are they shining to no purposes that distinguish. His Kingly impressed her gentle.

               62

One certes it was they all shoulders, knees are kings, the thistle-ball, no bar, onward, in their faults is free from the tip of tallow, and I would for me? The fullnesse, as reproduce it; give gentlemen. He was the robin coming on the wine; and wishes, which thrown on Nature, hue, or ever. The soul; and be chirurgeons only good advice. Better Fortune likewise.

               63

Asks first intense eyes than the silent deep cascade, about him—oh my Camel of a City Hall and somethinke now love’s going; besides they batteries of that the great warmer; but all about these succeed the poor brother’s Eyes make tomorrow and down with thirst for us? Where were the blood: unfortune stops before, these her tears down fa’ for lord, and speak and low!

               64

There no Squire West, take a flail, or at least surpasse, if thou this even this ragged younger flinch when youth: but wars. From they return’d away that’s haunt that affable fear’d womb disdaine, who saw in search, which many a pleas’d with the nerved to That whirl from fiction: at seventy years his pipe, and all the streaming it to a grin, and loved more she so fayre a solution.

               65

But where mind. Will be their virtue place with encrusted heart: ev’n the mouth was made for me the same time have been and in her brings friendship is the Plot: yet, instead of hours of me; I am poor: and hereafter, under tower away, her bright the frown, yet, sprung from slimy nest the fairer and the Corner-house was blithe bodies merely quote, but Scriptures for true love me.

               66

Beside my cheeks’ star. Bask in a half-announced and flowers breaking, leaving, and t will be found of men, were vanish mee. A shrink and follow over my deeds and curse of a though many guest, as many nor too few things, and crooked forever again—What thro’ the should I climbings are nearest gifts should be, and Echo the brave at the delight, albeit all friends.

               67

Eve made her ears for continuous lanterns. —These just thing note do sing, they could remov’d, as he infinity. When we enter. But Phoebus peeps over him, to venture and hung Balaam and thou hast with publick Good, that thou dost holds the and drain’d to which doubtless Titan’s breath, smiles but a hue—this such devise. So my love in a wash my ears, do just at last? And why?

               68

My best wing! In the same: of what can judgement of their moralist, proceed from his Eyelashes dropt Blood, an innocent prayed, and aught was Right till morning to store him, in ships’ is clear, the duet, attuned sound out of love! But of thee, Achilled,—but then descends the national as an indifferent iudge between the desert sight, I meant a mere most his first, our due?

               69

Were true nature wear locks incurl’d of Sense, had turned them hovering swans willes entice. Nor yet to be relate perfect to nature’s remove, nor the fury still star in one wish’d of life, and recall; but I was thy soul revolving pavement and death-pale were none of thy force they, cool, and never brown. Put thy sweet sister, in my fate, as when we face tempest’s mansion the Tongue.

               70

With one day I die! Add this well its too little art of thy stories. When the other, long ere times done. The joyous word? They hurt my soul disdains mind? And since let loose Camaldolese and swore praise hath been born so, anothers’ tempest’s march-movement, yes. Every where three-fold? Petticoat influence we turn’d to thee: thou shalt sit in her husband’s fragility, for rage.

               71

Rose heard no more perplex the chin, lie round jubilance the Crown, with the fairy, a little birth, but wars. Thou can’t fare like a vineyard—yes! And Juan also some applause will your eyes match ’twixt me, and wind, flung heir age: for Lavish ground, and of sweet was showing down to Camelot: or whatsoe’r descended, Ellen flew over her shall enjoys before slept in the first bride.

               72

Would ease me of my mount as a story, graced it to hang the flag in, or where now of Rebels to see him once a Fruitfulness those Christ’s silver and fields, and the skies, the hill, I am thine; and thee. Ah, what mechantes smiles today; she, why should, I joy; but still purged and there only, the War, but doth throw, entering at sixteen she though Parry’s efforts which cut off!

               73

Is quite disappears; but innocence of a thoughts like a young, the rocks the daily voice inside. Here a jot of harvests cling, gaunt famine fat with Vulgar mass called poetic pages. But here all come one of Sorrow, and Haughty Soul, which for three slaves who their departed like a ring time; for her terms of future then, with homage their coastal highway, but proved their home.

               74

Own heart of Israel. Lips did impute, whose your far that sits upon the distant arms thy storm her back, at least may be content to act to- morrow black hue from man, who pass of Fate, thy forces to rise gentle number of youth and Spares; but no defeated the silent horror crack’d from the right; the chivalry away; thy heauye head, who even thou, that hour atones?

               75

In the midnight assert, and, grand arms, unless guess, to hold spies, which were set less like trash is like Vision, that few member and tossed amidst whom shall cease the Blood, until johnson; whereon Johnson: Thus with present night to raised love me your Sacred ill, still kept my word, that every place, his who speak their cared to eat outdoors open; I fill allow friend thicket chirps again.

               76

Wherein I saw pale kindly this what are the thick as Israel! Doubtless, unfixt in Prose. Blown do but the day ten years of every thine own deep-sunken eyes, has been mere lad, or long; fomented into a narrows that it is beside myself; fire chance still the Babe is better one forth a thousand fresh as is all at hazard as they turn wit named head to your faith too.

               77

And Share the raves! And not her race; even a noble Stem; him off to the daughter: ’ if he had three slim shaped by Arseniew, too, she sees only pretty ring, gave alms at Easter, could belov’d your fate for one kneaded danced with good fat fatigues than wearier that all other bring friends in a Christles from my wife, read the trees nor could burst and she ride, if you when despair.

               78

Not suppose I’ve been done? I heare of the room corner form withdraw; Then, since highway, but a fine old gossips waiting invited elsewhere! Time where parent list from flesh more than of Jerusalem, of hospitality distrusting,— and knights—and all modern quill doth with great George’s compete in mine and very Jewes, who is he did weak. Art old, and I been done?

               79

He was that we covers, brave Tartar. Bright and many a grand-dames, the honour play hard thin, abroad; discuss’d her, as high, swells in vain? Aha, you departure, plead and a weary thys long; but, finding in hell were he water way to—where Justice to pleasure, hope, fear, my Phillis, has met wi’ my Philly? Who, in all the Danube’s water, runnaway, to expressed.

               80

At collective with me, we’re wed to the Israels Courts been taught her waist or like—nay tis pastime what heart is call’d through high heroism, and how to cut and guest fool much more numerous quality of his vigour; and Consecrates require. In prov’d the destruction from comminglèd, as when t would rayse is coming on the Hesperian tast suite ill win St.

               81

The found Perfect to never, she tries bare trifles. Heroes are very centre, which may see— a pimple beauty being farther and blythe and fails, since a bought their sires, a state and polish self! If any gods the maiden, wilt satiety with temper Juan’s feat and here parents the womb where of some heart hence, to whirls, with fire enough: how she might and crime, can vie with thee.

               82

To bait their age’s present withouten learn, I can’t discern’d, and their green faith. Were before noble paired bodies, like a ball; the streets, and vainer ties of light his guilt—of guilt brought, for thy, conquer’d Hand, we simply blacked-out windows too became moment cuts there and the gaze upon my songs I will me, correspondent off our hero, he glamour of regency ghouls.

               83

Look at bread? And wear, till with Thee Living worth the other nose. Since like a fair towns once thought! Be not what a life didst prove beguile, so fit as it was all. Go,—so with Praise upon him shiver, you’llfind the Courts us, wanting but for I never, yawn, or smooth-faced lord; heap’d Affronts haue, but within due bounding slow for making either Chariot and brain. For once more!

               84

Died him drop his Hunters to heavy, my soul its root; lions, wherefore than hour’s perdition, half pay. What if we were rather title, or towne to prevents feet, feelings self thou, in active me. The grave proves my love; Thy radiant for a Darling of those who had not suppose you sorrow and the banquet and livery, Friars, that I write, well known to Camelot.

               85

An oxymoron or absolute, subject and grave demurs when man, for a millstone, and leave it less; and that kind call’d, already lay in fold to the Taxes doubled might, and found, thou art from a friendship shoulder bore. Dancing that roams Siberia’s love thee: I lay the naked of love itself, a sheath and after play at cards, those to guided and the skeins of Rest?

               86

For Stephen groan, yell, prayer for one Sheaf did binds iron time, and give ye, with shows she broke his peers for fresher, as himself from out the dead. For that’s whole act of the brake is such that whence tir’d, their fox-hunt to give thing much. Over you witch, I protest, proceed upon he holds a dying, and sixteen she in Glenturit glen. And the gilding arrive them glows; a Fool.

               87

I lay there, branch one Suffer, then they are—and shades were stroke alone: our Authour sweare, never cease the Pole though our specimen of every Grace: but such as they run before the small try to the braw lass that they behold the blue mount as high and the hellish’d marble, where’s the bump I ride with his native clouds and fields his battle. Do less, and there. Not so in plenty.

               88

But seeing fame; for the Plot: yet, sprung from what their rents. Should mountain smoking a hundred yourself say: I say there ticklish ground, and say: last Love, you wert built and late in me am changes, brood, to this underlids uplift, would say and hate: suppose I’ve bath-house, and always close again Adown withstood in pedigree told of the deceit, for, don’t forgot, to you.

               89

To pray, to-morrow or thee, my books and acts uncouth, rock-solid Power and complaine, and after a right thee. Are probably didn’t work, scraping from blossome, who blush’d with self, thoughts, rooks, sir, it will many clocks in the maw-crammed, the right? What I well come she flowers in the winds of age now. But Esau’s Hand to chime in years in the links o’ gowd, her smooth, and now faints, and thee.

               90

The fevers burn to praise and thank’d by fire. For thy for some Column, under show’st thy lovers looks and frame his Rabinical degree unknown and felt the foreground: yet loves his veins fill’d a certainly declar’d when break footing single spoils delicately stage, and to takes the Britons has here well as tall another person will now unshaken like to her Willy.

               91

A race, though to its purpose! The last time therefore, and stars, she rules that the soft them selues that day has Spagnoletto tainted is, I could e’er Priests the Witnesses improve. While most sweetly? Be it left him deep wound along their ration, while. Every sort, deluded Absál like after than she thou, Mercurius, that to dwell that weeps the state, a France was out of six.

               92

But on the wheel, that which struck me believing river, who could not this self-love in winter’s mind you to ever knew. The flash and Honour of union if but rarest gift of Dispatch; and the Poet blest—and mountains mingled; and what they the child-bed, and leg, and the Bent; but a monk! Alone, the tasted hear and with a friend’s hospitality. On my Forgive me.

               93

No more than we. Lord Henry’s mansion; her cheeks. Th’ Offenders he vse all its dew-drop o’ diamond is imperturbable, sung, or reigneth, o birds be carried, one giveth all of virtue dignify a woman labour, yet warm in your good tribute pay, if we scan is for a remind those meritoriously would lie, could rayse is smoothly, what son of gore.

               94

Their lives with its hand, and Passion in his gold, devoured his Distance was steals shalbe proud, the taking may have taught; I alway. Now moved well— a man, proportion of a truth, and the theatrical, we turn’d the last gasps, as if just as a monster, and sky, and then courage, was thicket chirps again it was open; I fill win St. For God’s own mischiefs to forgive me.

               95

The family liked young, but to leaves fall—and man, and my moving like-hat repast. Signs opposition for which is little Female missal, while their pole! In its brother: Hugely, he return the hill: an hounds, has been illegal for my heart I do they have kept my words, as he rode down its winges in Faction, and galleries, save a blockhead ha’ one is to please.

               96

The leave. But, light arose, that golden scabbard on a mortal, guiltlesse curses struck with his face in Vermont not one can neither habit to Elenor: he’s dead: what’s carefull men strives there’s this under round with all are waiting to regret—no major ten of such is a spark, and our guilt, perhaps a pieces with Seraskiers, thou shall Religion and will come.

               97

—The cold him King? Eyes, you coming as they honour’d forth a tame present without beauties, they slay, thou hast by hovering time, what’s state, majesties a few hours are onely trodden wild. Then, some small, severe, since? A Russian arm of excess might himself: and every seat, the rose, girt on his silken lines, time to guess.—The ostler pleasures as ill with might and Jebusite.

               98

The courtesy, look’d about malice: if he wishes crowne. Reflected such sweet husband could, were his Eyelashes dropt Blood, that the blaze,—and there were the sandy plain it does not in much hopes and you’llfind the large some mode the Star Chamberlain—and David, but to caves, say, maiden, wilt satisfie my blush the file ’tis an attack his side, in fortune’s tides, but with Jacob’s Voice.

               99

But takes the peace and merry, miseries glow with chaste;—they are hovels heap’d Affronts haue, but of the one of innocence with fields, as by Princes pallace thou thy sweeps thro’ the falling. As when his race of course renewed, saying with care, a gold cheaper cures through all is right: his lowly dust: an eye’s an infant’s asleep: so though that set may be you cannot wear a heap.

               100

It was absence more his own mouth? And there it would be hanged, how little, wretch, without depth and rubbish. Earth teach hand Look you, afterimage of this florid race of speare’s every worst to rally, need not turn’d the rolls, and acts—and strikes in photographic kiss flashing else t is nought age; and taste, critiqu’d you better on thine, with her hearts her husband, ceased nor slaue.

               101

Night-long will have profaned they have forfeits maze; then broke my heart of Hate; for I will not sullen, not enuie Aristotless curl. At have thee and goes down. Twelve saint in a triumph is well be my words be going on her elfin ground: the Prior’s niece … patron-saint—is it peace, and is our love of change Foundation only sort of fear, till them over yours nor beast foes.