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amor-immortalem · 3 years ago

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Replaced part 2

Part 1

Genre: angst. Angst with a happy ending, fluff

A/N: The 2nd part in the replaced!mc au that I wrote a couple days ago. Enjoy! Its super long: 9 1/2 pages long with a 4.6k word count.

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Blinding lights cloud Arella’s vision as she wakes. Her head turns to the side as she blinks, seeing nothing but a white vastness. Where was she? The human pushes herself up as someone calls out to her, a woman- no she’s an angel, Arella is sure of it from the way an ethereal glow seems to emanate from her form. She takes a moment to look over the angel in front of her.

Tan, freckled skin, black hair weaved with golden strands that ended at the middle of her back in soft curls, vibrant sea-green eyes- Arella thinks she’s the most beautiful thing to have ever existed. Her dress and wings are a pristine white save for the singe marks along the outer layers of her wings’ feathers and the bottom of her dress and the arrow that pierces through the center of her chest. It doesn’t take the human long to figure out who the angel standing in front of her is.

“Lilith...”

The angel only smiles sadly at her descendant. She crouches down next to Arella, brushing her curly black hair away from her face and the tears come forth almost instantly.

“They left me...” Arella’s voice is small. “They didn’t love me anymore.”

“But they do... And they always will.” The angel pulls her into an embrace as she speaks softly. “My brothers have always taken things for granted. It’s only once they’ve lost something important to them that they realize it’s worth.”

“What do I do next? What happens now?”

“Go back to them. Not as a human, but a demon.”

“How- !?” A terrible burning engulfs Arella’s body and suddenly she’s falling. Falling down, down, down, until the bright white light and Lilith disappear from view. Her skin- it feels like its burning away as she plunges deeper.

The next thing she knows, Arella is gasping for breath as air rushes into her lungs and the smell of Mammon’s cologne invades her sense of smell, his hold nearly crushing as he cradles her closer to his chest. She can hear Diavolo speaking but his words are garbled- a jumbled mess of word salad drowned out by the fire scorching her skin from the inside out. The way her entire body hurts is all she can think about as she succumbs to the comforting darkness of sleep.

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When she wakes, its two days later. Everything feels sharper. Her sight is better than it’s ever been. She can hear the crows cawing from the aviary on the other side of the house. She can even smell the individual scents of the brothers who were still up in their rooms and...

“You’re awake?” Melissa’s soft voice makes Arella recoil. Even as a whisper, it sounds like she’s screaming at Arella. “Oh no, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your ears.”

“It’s... Please... Just let me have a few moments...”

Melissa nods and just sits quietly beside the newly awakened demon. It takes a few moments to get a hold of herself and get her newly sharpened senses in check but Arella manages to push herself into a sitting position.

“Would you like to talk?” The blonde asks softly, “I feel like we should clear up a misunderstanding...”

“What’s there to misunderstand?” Arella asks. “It seems pretty cut and dry to me... they chose you and cast me aside like a broken toy that had lost its novelty.”

“I’m sure it felt like that. And it's my fault, that much I’ll agree to. I should have never asked them to help me land a date with Satan... this wouldn’t have happened, right? I can understand if you despise me.”

Arella laughs at that. She doesn’t know why but despite being mad at six out of the seven brothers for not communicating this to her, it was entertaining to her. Was that all it was? Was all of this caused by something so simple as that? Arella knew her boys often had a one-track mind but this was so ridiculous, both on her part and theirs. She rolled off the bed as she laughed, tears streaming down her cheeks as her demon form manifested itself for the first time. Melissa only peered over the side of the bed at Arella, a worried look in her brown eyes as the laughter died down and the former human climbed back up on the bed.

“Are you... angry? With me?”

“Not with you but-” They were interrupted by the sound of three sets footsteps thumping down the hall above her head and before she knew it, Arella found herself back on the floor but this time pinned under Mammon who’s holding on to her with all of his strength as two of his brothers stood in the doorway having gotten there too late to stop him.

“Hey, Dumbass,” It’s Levi’s voice that she hears as he draws closer, “You’re going to crush her crashing into her full force like that!” The purple-haired demon tried to pull his brother away receiving a feral growl in response.

“Mammon, stop! Right now.” Arella tries to use their pact to enforce the order but.... It’s not there anymore. The Avatar of Greed only holds her tighter to him. There was nothing that would separate him from his mate- not after the way he was this close to losing her.

At some point by working together, Beel and Levi were able to pry the white-haired demon off of Arella and she sat up. That’s right... she had died so she no longer held pacts with the seven brothers. But if she had died, why was she here? Ignoring the chaos happening around her between the three brothers, she looked into the floor length mirror and softly gasped at her appearance.

A set of fluffy, feathered, black wings adorned her back while a set of horns jutted out from her head in a way that was not too dissimilar from Belphegor’s. She had black markings that framed the side of her face and reached out to just under her eyes and a crescent shaped one on her forehead. The newly turned demon only squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. She’s supposed to be dead! Why still breathing and why does she have a demonic form all of a sudden?!

As Mammon and his brothers continued to squabble over Arella, she curled in on herself, holding her hands over her ears. “All of you, just SHUT UP!” Sobs shook her body as the other demons turned their attention to her. Their voices were too loud and her ears were still too sensitive to loud sounds to the point if felt like the sensory overload was going to make her head explode.

“’Rella... I...” The Avatar of Greed, now free of Beel and Levi’s hold, reaches out to place his hand on her shoulder but is stopped when one of her wings slaps his hand away.

“Get out! All three of you... you... you should have just let me die like I wanted...”

And it's with that that the three Avatars look between each other before slowly leaving. Once the boys had gone, Melissa slowly moved over to Arella’s place on the floor, wrapping her arms around the other female as she comforted her.

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It’s nearly midnight now as the Avatars sit in silence in the common room. They had met to discuss a way to reforge the bond they had shared with the human-now-turned-demon, but no words had been said. They all knew who should be the first of them to do this but it was the how. How did they even begin to approach her at this point? Mammon was for having no plan at all, just playing the situation by ear. It’s not like she could overpower him in anyway. What’s the worst she could do? Kick him in the shins? Not something he hadn’t survived already.

“Well, since none of ya still have a plan yet- and it doesn’t look like any of ya are gonna come up with one soon- I'm going ta see her.” The white-haired demon stands and starts to make his way toward her room with no objections from his brothers as there was no other alternative they could offer him. He knows what she’s feeling- like she was abandoned, unloved. As her mate he wanted to fix all that- that was his responsibility. His brothers could make up with her later but he needed to do this right now. He was her first after all, he needed to be the first to talk to her.

As he opened her bedroom door, Melissa was leaving at the same time.

“So, you’re back... good I was just coming to find you. I tried to explain everything but I don’t think it worked and she still seems convinced you don’t love her anymore... Obviously this is something only you can fix so I’ll just leave you two to it. Also... I think she needs help changing back out of her demon form... she keeps knocking things over with her wings and getting agitated.”

The blonde gives her friend a pat on the arm as she headed off to find the others.

Slowly, Mammon entered her room. At the sound, the feathers on Arella’s wings puffed up, the wings herself raising to make herself more intimidating to him and he has to bite his cheek to keep from laughing at how ridiculous she looks like that. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it.

“Put yer wings down, baby. Ya don’t scare me. I wanna talk to you.”

“Well, that’s funny. I don’t want to talk to you,” Arella growled. “You made your choice and it didn’t include me.” She crossed her arms as she turned her back to him. It was cute in a way.

“Then how ‘bout I jus’ do the talkin’ then? Will ya just’ listen?” He offered her a deal, watching as her wings drooped slightly and he knew he had her. Even as a demon, Arella was incapable of not lending a listening ear when asked for it.

“Fine,” She huffed. “You won’t leave until you say whatever you want too anyway but I don’t care about whatever lies you have for me. I already know the truth.”

“Sure, whatever ya say, doll.” He moved to sit on her bed, goading her into talking to him.

“What’s that supposed to mean, huh?!” She stomped over to him a pout on her face. “I’ll have you know, I’m very angry with you. You-!”

Mammon cut her off with a kiss as he pulled her down on the bed with him. The surprise was enough to shock her out of demon form as she wrapped her arms around his neck. When he pulled away, he held her gaze with his.

“I’m sorry for not bein’ there for ya... I messed up- alla us did and we’re so sorry but don’t think for a second that I don’t love ya. Ya mean the world ta me.”

“You sure have a funny way of showing it, you infuriating demon. I heard the two of you flirting in the dining room that one night... You didn’t even ask her to stop.”

“Yeah, it sure probably sounded like that, didn’t it? We weren’t flirting with each other. Melissa asked me to help her practice her pick-up lines for Satan. She ain’t interested in me and I made it clear I wasn’t lookin’ for it if she was ‘cuz I had you.” he poked a finger at the center of her chest.

“But... but... You didn’t say anything. Why didn’t you tell me? I could have helped too.”

“’Cuz I’m a idiot and it never occurred to me what kinda impression you’d get from it. C’mon, Treasure, this ain’t news.” He tries to flash her a smile. “’N before I knew it, almost a year had passed... I felt really guilty and tried ta call ya... but you’d already made up yer mind... Ya got me good, kid. I learned my lesson the hard way...”

Arella frowned as she watched his eyes for any sign of a lie. “How am I still alive? How did I suddenly become a demon...? I carved that long gash up my arm deep for a reason.”

“We gave ya my blood... jus’ a small amount but it did the trick. We turned ya and ya healed up immediately.” He pressed their foreheads together. “None of us know what we’d do without ya. And the fact that we almost lost ya two days ago scares us... We’ll make it up to you somehow. Even if it takes thousands of years.”

“You, specifically, can start tonight. Do you know how many date nights or movie nights you’ve missed? How much I’ve missed just having you in bed with me? I’m not letting you go for the rest of the night!” Arella hugs him closer to her. “That’s what you can do start making it up to me.”

“Yeah, sure thing, Babydoll, but we’re gonna sleep in my room. Ya don’t need this room anymore.” he hums as he shifts his arms under her and lifts her up, carrying her up to his room for the night.

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The pair sleeps so late into the next morning that they end up missing breakfast. By time they come remotely close to even wanting to roll out of bed, Levi is already banging on Mammon’s door.

“It's noon already, guys! Get your butts out of bed! You’ve had Arella too long! Stop being greedy with her.” It's not the Avatar of Envy’s typical wakeup call but desperate times call for desperate measures. He had a whole stock pile of games he was dying to play but was saving the initial play through to be with Arella and he couldn’t take it anymore. Unlike Melissa, she was actually in to all the niche horror games that were supposed to come out over the past year.

“What’s he ramblin’ about now?” The Avatar of Greed looks up at his door before letting his head fall back on the pillow as he groaned. “I don’t wanna get up yet.”

“Then you can stay in bed.” Arella presses a kiss to his cheek before rolling away from his grasp. “I think your brother is only interested in me anyway considering he’s not saying anything about the money you owe him.

“But I don’t want you ta go,” The demon gives his mate the biggest puppy dog eyes in an attempt to get her to come back to bed with him. “Levi’ll keep ya all day.”

“And you’ll have me all night. I promise. Besides, I missed hanging out with him.” She turns to the door. “I’ll be there shortly, Levi!”

“Fiiiiiiiinnnnnneeeeee,” Mammon groans, sulking just a little bit and Arella laughs at his reaction.

“Oh? Is that a hint of sulking I detect coming from you?” Her tone is teasing, “You- the demon who’s been ghosting me for the past eleven months to the point where I thought you weren’t interested in our relationship anymore- is sulking because I’m going to end up spending the rest of one day with your little brother? I’m starting to detect double standards here, my dear.”

“Oh, shaddup,” He chucked a pillow at her head as they both laughed. “Just go and get dressed.”

“I will,” She made a ‘hmph’ like sound before running off to change out of her pajamas. “I’m stealing one of your flannels by the way.” She informs him as she walks out of the walk-in closet fully dressed.

“The hell you are!” He scrambles out of bed and chases her down as she leaps up the stairs and makes a break for it down the hall toward Levi’s room. As she runs, Arella thinks maybe being a demon has its perks after all.

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“So what games are we playing first?” Arella makes herself comfortable on the floor next to the third born.

“It's another time loop horror game where if you don’t solve the mystery before times up your character has a permadeath and you have to go through everything again with the suspect being a new person each time. I promise this time it won’t affect us... Maybe.”

Arella laughs at that, remembering back to that time where they had to ferret out someone’s wish before the time loop reset. “Let’s just hope for your sake it doesn’t. I dread to see what Lucifer might do to you.”

“Yeah,” the purple-haired demon smiles as they begin the game.

After a couple hours of the two demons playing niche horror games, they took a bit of a break.

“I missed days like this... The days where we’d binge anime or play games.... I wish I hadn’t gotten forced into helping the others... Initially, I wasn’t going to since we already have one couple doing gross normie things. We didn’t need another.”

Arella laughs at that. “So, who was it that twisted your arm into helping?”

“Asmo bullied me into it. They were so relentless about it that I just got fed up and caved.”

“You know what, that tracks.”

“I really am sorry... You don’t hate me, do you?”

Her eyes widen at that. “No, Levi. I don’t hate you and I don’t think I can. You know I’ve never been one to hold grudges- especially with the seven of you. I always seem to forgive you guys eventually... And it seems like you all feel remorse for what happened so there’s no need to stay mad at any of you...”

“You know... Lucifer cried for you... when he and Mammon brought your body back to us two days ago... he was crying- they both were... And that’s when we really realized what we had done to you... that you were gone.”

“But I’m back now,” the demon says softly. “And this time, you guys won’t be getting rid of me. I’ll be around for the rest of your lives and I can’t think of a better way to spend it. Now, let’s get back to the game. I don’t know about you but I can’t wait to see what happens next.”

Levi only nods in return as he turns back to the tv.

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“Arella!” Asmo links their arm with hers as they drag Arella off to their room. “How’re you feeling now? Better?”

“Uh... Yeah, thanks for asking. Where are we going?”

“My room, of course! We’re going to have a little bit of a spa day. No offense, but your skin looks absolutely trashed. Plus, now that you have a demon form, I can show you all the best oils and polishes that I use on my horns and I heard from Beel that you have the prettiest black wings that are just like Lucifer’s- okay, the pretty part I added on but still! I know some inexpensive, but quality oils to use when you preen them that’ll keep them looking pristine at all times.”

“Thank you, Asmo, I appreciate it.”

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As the pair sat on the floor in the Avatar of Lust’s room, face masks in place, Asmo pulled out their endless collection of nail polish. They took one of Arella’s hands in theirs as they thought about what colors would work best for her that wasn’t already used for their brothers.

“How would you feel about a magenta? Or maybe- no, Lord Diavolo’s nails are black so it would be a repeat... Oh, oh what about that glittery gold that you like when we pair it with a black base? I bet you’d look good with rose gold nails too.”

“What about black with a gold design? It would be a bit different wouldn’t it plus I can’t remember anyone having designs on their nails. Aside from when you do nail art on yourself.”

“That’s genius! Why didn’t I think of that? Anyway, let’s get started.” The demon sets to work on her nails, letting out a satisfied hum once the first layer is done. While they waited for it to dry, Asmo pulled out some issues of DevilStyle for them to read. Some of their outfits had been featured in the latest issue and since some of them had been ones Arella had helped them refine months ago, they wanted her to see how their hard work paid off.

“They look amazing, Asmo.” She smiles as her eyes shine. “Is that the one we worked on together?”

They nodded. “Mhm. Mammon even modeled one of them. That one specifically, I tailored to him myself so it would look its best.”

“Can I see it? How long ago did he do this shoot?”

“Three months ago.” They turned to the centerfold. “He looked fantastic in it.”

“That he does- but then again when doesn’t he?”

“Oh, you’re just saying that because you’re biased.”

“Mmm, you’re not wrong.” and they both laughed softly at that. “So... I heard you were the mastermind behind trying to get Melissa and Satan together?”

“Yeah... It took forever too. I only thought it would take a few weeks since he’s my brother and I should know his tastes better than anyone but almost eleven months? It feels like a failure to my matchmaking skills.”

“So that’s why you were always busy with Melissa, huh? At least it worked right?”

“Thank the stars it did. But I was starting to think that it would never happen. Sorry we didn’t include you in the planning- we really should have... I really caused you a lot of pain, didn’t I?”

Arella nodded. “It hurt a lot thinking you guys had grown bored of me. Especially with Melissa being so much more than I ever could be.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, look at me...” Arella makes an up and down motion with her hands. “She’s gorgeous. Long legs, blonde hair with pretty brown eyes that bring you in, skinny but not sickly looking. Right off the bat, she looked like she belonged here with you guys. And then you have me who regularly looks like a hot mess. I’m scrawny, far too skinny and I look like a midget standing next to any one of you. I guess for as much as I seem to fit in with you all, there’s always been a part of me that hasn’t. And I guess, once Melissa got here, it felt more prominent. Your little plan which took up everyone’s free time didn’t help.”

“I’m sowwy.... You’ll forgive me, right?” Asmo gave her the puppy dog eyes.

“What do you think, hmm?”

The Avatar of Lust threw their arms around her- careful of their face masks. “I knew you would. C’mon it’s time to get these face masks off.” They offered their hand to Arella as they went to go wash their faces off.

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Arella admired her freshly painted nails as she walked down the hall. Unbeknownst to her, she was being stalked by a certain white-haired demon. He was quiet, sneaking up on her before he grabbed her.

“Gotcha!” He laughed as she let out a small squeak. “You’re mine now. C’mon, we’re goin’ out.”

“Out? Out where?” She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“A date, obviously. Told ya I was gonna make it up to ya for missin’ all them date nights...” he smiled as he set her down and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I’m not takin’ no for an answer.”

“Alright, Alright.” she hummed. “I wouldn’t tell The Great Mammon ‘no’ anyway.” She laced their fingers together. “So, where’re are you taking me, love.”

“It's a surprise, so I can’t tell ya.” And with that the pair made their way out on the first date they’d had in months.

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As the days went on, Arella found herself being tugged in all different directions by the brothers. There were days where as soon as they got out of class, Beel was dragging her off to a new café that had opened up that week or Belphie was taking up the rest of her free time with multi-hour-long naps- something Mammon had some choice words about.

Satan and Arella would exchange books for light reading as they sat in the library together and discussed their favorites. Sometimes Melissa would join them too, just as ecstatic about the books she’d gotten from the both of them. Lucifer would leave her teas order specifically from the human world that she often enjoyed. They had even returned to their occasional late-night chats over the same teas.

At school, Luke would often cling to Arella- not caring that she was now a demon as to him she would always just be Arella, human or otherwise- while Simeon only observed them with slight amusement, only to pull the small angel away once they had to split up for classes. The older angel had taken to calling or texting almost nightly to check on her.

Solomon-bless his heart- had started hanging around more, making various dishes for her to try at lunch and asking for her opinions on them. Having never learned from her prior experiences with the sorcerer's cooking, Arella still ate them out of both curiosity and politeness. Now that she was a demon, for some reason Arella had actually come to appreciate and enjoy the meals Solomon would make for her. The pair even joked about Arella making a pact with him but it was just that: a joke.

Now that it was months later, Arella felt even more ridiculous about ever feeling unloved by the people in her life- something they had proven untrue with their actions. Even with Melissa staying with them for an extended period of time after what should have been the end of her exchange year, Arella never felt cast aside for the blonde again. The pair had even begun hanging out together on their own without the influence of their housemates- something that Arella had wanted since Melissa first gotten there.

“So, what would you like to do today, Melissa?” Arella asked as the two women walked down the street. “I know you’re getting close to your return to the human world... its only a few weeks off.”

“Yeah... I don’t even know where to begin.” The blonde sighed. “What did you do during the last few weeks before you left after the initial year here was up for you?”

“I spent most of my time hanging out with the boys. They were all really upset to see me go... Are you planning to come back at some point? And what about you and Satan? Are you two going to keep in touch? You’re very good for each other- like two peas in a pod.”

“We’re going to, yes.” She confirmed. “I’ll still have my D.D.D. when I go back so we’ll talk and video chat through there. I’m going to miss you all though. I’ve had so much fun over the past year and half and it's all thanks to you guys.”

“I’m happy to hear you say that.” The demon smiles. “No one here is going to forget you. Make sure you try to come back at some point. They guys and I would be very happy to have you back.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Melissa hums as they enter the arcade.

After that it seemed like life had gone back to a somewhat normal house hold just with one more added on. Everything was at peace now even with some of the days where Arella feels less than good about herself. But she always had one of her seven demons there to remind her just how precious she was to them. During those times, she couldn’t think of a more suiting way to enjoy the rest of her long life.

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Part 3 (the bad ending)

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outlaws-of-anarchy · 5 years ago

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Tainted Love (Chapter 4)

Pairings:  Tig Trager x Reader, Herman Kozik x Reader

Warnings: Heart break, angst

Words: 2400

Eyes ghosted across the yellowing stains along the ceiling, and the overwhelming, and forever looming stench of cigarettes plagued the mattress she lied on top of. It was quiet enough that she could hear a couple a few doors down fucking like wild, crazed, animals. After the blow out with Tig, Y/N had found sanctity in a dingy, worn down motel room. Yet, it was hard to disappear in a town that was ran by bikers, bikers that all knew just who she was.

“The differences between me and you doll is that I only love one woman that I fuck, and I come home to her every night.” Were the words that haunted her, further tightening the knots in her stomach.

It was no surprise that Tig fucked around with other women, but what had come as a shocker, was that he actually loved her. He saw her as more than just a pair of tits, or someone he could bury his dick in, he saw her as something else, some worthy of his untamable heart. Yet, he had been so reckless with hers, in fact, he had inflicted so many scars and seared his name into her heart, that she knew it would never heal properly.

Just like the part of her heart that had never fully recovered from Kozik’s abandonment.

She felt guilty, and she knew why she did. While Tig fucked whomever he wanted, it was never with someone he loved. Y/N, on the other hand, had fallen so hopelessly back into Herman’s trap, giving him her body, the one Tig had marked and claimed repetitively over the course of a year. It was not easy loving two men, it was damn near impossible, but she couldn’t help how she felt.

At the end of the day, she could see herself with either of them. There was Kozik who was more stable, his mood didn’t switch constantly, he was faithful; for the most part. He also had admitted in the past of wanting a family with Y/N. And then there was Tig who was a loose cannon, a man with no morals nor ethics. He didn’t care who he hurt, as long as he got what he wanted. He was a rip-roaring storm, wreaking chaos everywhere he went. They had never spoke about having kids, nor ever taking their relationship to the next level.

Was there even a next level with Tig Trager? Who knew.

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‘I’ll be there in an hour, finishin’ up some shit with Happy & Op.” Was the text from Kozik, and Y/N read it with a scowl.

She was now standing outside of the clubhouse, music raging in the background. It was another Saturday night and it was no surprise that was a party being held at the Son’s stomping ground. Kozik had messaged her earlier in the day, inviting her over, but she had refused. She didn’t want to see Tig, and she definitely didn’t want to be put between them again, who knew how another one of their fights would end. However, Kozik had sworn Tig wouldn’t be there, and after reminding Herman that she didn’t know what she wanted, she agreed to go and see him and the others.

As soon as she entered the clubhouse, the stale scent of old booze tickled the entrance of her nose. Overtime, the smell had become familiar, one that she recognized as home. Yet, once she left, she had stayed away, the smell now foreign in her mind and unwelcomed.

“Fox! Good to see you kid.” Bobby hollered from near the pool table, a cigar in hand.

Her lips tilted into a smile at the nickname, one she had earned amongst the ranks of men. If she had been a man, it was obvious she would have been a patched member of SAMCRO. The nickname had been given to her sly, vexing, dastardly ways when she drank too much. She had the habit of hustling the men out of their money at pool or even other drunken, party games.

Nonetheless, she was a valued member of the family, even though she was now treading dangerously over two men’s hearts.

“Bobby, I expect a game later.” She winked, which earned a chuckle from the man.

“No way darlin’, I ain’t ever bettin’ against you again.” He said.

She could only shrug with a large smirk. “Wise man!”

Men and women had begun flocking in, filling the club house idly. Most of them she knew, some were also crow eaters. Women who have a particular taste for leather-clad men and trouble.

She had found a place at the bar, making small talk with Juice as he kept her glass full. “Juicey, stop giving me refills. I won’t be able to get home tonight.” She growled playfully.

“This is your home, we are family. Just because you’re going through shit, doesn’t mean we stop caring. You can always crash in my room if you need to. Loosen up, you deserve it. I got you.” He leaned forward, ruffling her hair.

Y/N could only coo at the cute Pureto Rican before downing the remnants of her drink.

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An hour had come and gone and there was still no sign of Kozik, Opie, or Happy. Whatever they were doing had either gone completely south, or they were god awful slow. Yet, one person she hadn’t plan on seeing, showed up, his insatiable aura drawing her in, eliciting a fire in her belly that she thought had been doused.

He had glanced once in her direction but after that, refused to acknowledge her, even in the slightest. He was giving her the worst cold shoulder she had ever received, and the only way she could fix it, was drink. Maybe spending so much time with the outlaws had influenced her, forcing her to pick up terrible habits. Such as, drinking to relinquish the pain and frustration she felt.

“Give me something stronger.” She murmured to Juice.

He was quick to oblige, sliding her a double edge of whiskey and rum. The drink was one hell of a concoction, it also tasted like shit, but it began working it’s magic and that’s all she wanted. Something to help ease the memories away, to smother the temptations, and to demolish the pain.

Juice had passed his bartender duties onto a prospect, giving him time to sit down beside Y/N and to edge into a meaningful conversation. And although she tried to give him her undivided attention, she could only look longingly over his shoulder into Tig’s direction.

It wasn’t long before a crow eater had taken an interest in him, of course it was one of the usual’s. One that had been passed around from man to man, taking whatever, she wanted. Y/N was positive she had seen Tig hook up with this particular woman before, but she couldn’t exactly remember. She was more focused on the way she draped an arm around her ex’s shoulder and pressed her fake tits into his chest.

Being only a simple man, it was easy for Tig to get lost in the captivating woman in front of him. But no matter what, no matter how hard he tried, Y/N’s face was all he saw. Taking the form of every woman he had tried to bag within the last week and ultimately failed at. She had kicked up dust in his mind, making it hazy and uncertain. Yet with all the uncertainty of the feelings she produced, he still wanted her, still loved her.

Hell, he was probably the most fucked up individual in the room, but she never cared. She loved him, she stuck by his side, until it all went to shit.

☾ ☾ ☾ ☾

The last fifteen minutes, she had spent watching Tig and the crow eater make out in the corner of the club house. Every so often, Tig’s icy gaze would flicker in her direction, almost as if he wanted to make sure she was watching. The longer she spent staring, the more she grew angry, and the more her heart crumpled. If he was paying her back for what she had done with Kozik, then it was working.

It had been easy to slip into a severely intoxicated state, her judgement a little compromised, but everything she was feeling was everything she would have felt if she was sober.

Y/N’s cloudy eyes fell to Tig’s hands as they grabbed the woman’s ass, squeezing it while licking a stripe across her neck.

“I’m gonna be sick.” She slurred towards Juice before jumping out of the seat and rushing out the front door.

She used the wall as support, her body bent at an awkward angle as she tried upchucking all the liquor in her stomach. All that came out however, was empty retches and slight whimpers. The cold air of the night tickled her bare arms, forcing her into a state of relaxation. Instinctively she wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand, only getting rid of a bit of saliva.

“Fuck.” She groaned before pressing her back into the wall, leaning fully against it.

Slowly, her eyes had fallen closed as she tried to force the nauseous feeling away. When the door of the clubhouse squeaked open, she only assumed it was Juice checking in on her. “I’m fine Juicey, just needed some air.”

“You don’t look good pussy cat.” Tig said with a rough drawl.

His voice twisted around her body, squeezing it and making her nerves hum to life. Peeling her lids open, she glanced somewhat in his direction. “Thanks.”

“Where’s your boy toy at?” He asked.

Y/N tensed before pushing off the wall, stumbling forward a bit. Blazing eyes darted to the curly-headed biker, stepping cautiously towards him. “Don’t start with me Trager, I have enough shit going on in my head. I don’t need any of your bullcrap.”

He dug his hands into the fronts of his jeans, only offering her a snort. “What shit do you have going on? Trying to decide which dick you want to ride tonight? Maybe you’ll move onto one of the other guys. Ya know, you can be all of our personal little slut.”

Even in her inebriated state, she knew an insult when she heard it. So, it was no surprise when she slammed her hand into his cheek, feeling the sting on her own flesh, she knew she had landed a good one. “Don’t fucking talk to me like that. You out of all people have no room to talk about being a slut, as you’re dry fucking out in the open for everyone to see. You have no idea what I’m dealing with, how I’m feeling.”

His jaw flexed as he rubbed the red, irritated skin of his cheek. Within an instant, he was grabbing her wrists and forcing her back against the wall, pinning her arms above her head with a firm pressure. She struggled against him, bucking around like a bronco, but his hold was too strong.

“Get the fuck off me.” She spat venomously.

“Why did you do it? Why did you ruin what we had? Was he worth it?” He growled in her face.

His sudden questions made her shrink back before rediscovering her voice. “What we had? You mean me being devoted to you, loving you, while you went and fucked whoever you wanted, while you just used me? It was clearly nothing special Tig, because if you loved me like you claimed, then our situation would have been completely different.”

There was an evident pain in the depths of his eyes, but he quickly shielded himself, unwilling to show an ounce of vulnerability.

“You moved on pretty fast though, I’d get back to the bitch waiting for you.” She grunted, trying to jerk her wrists from his hands.

This only made him tighten his hold, her face contorting into a wince as she sucked in a breath.

“Are you jealous?” He asked.

Her eyes rolled dramatically as if he had asked the question, he should have known the answer to. “No shit, just because I slept with Kozik doesn’t mean I stopped loving you. I’m just trying to figure out everything, I’m trying to do what’s best for me. I can’t keep being hurt, it’s not fair, and it’s not fair that I keep hurting either of you.” Her voice softened.

Tears slowly began welling up before pushing towards the corner of her eyes and dripping down her cheeks. “I’m sorry Tig, but let’s face it. We weren’t ever going to last, you’re wild and free and I enjoy that about you, but I’m not the one who’s gonna tame you. I’m not gonna be the one who makes you want to stop fucking everything with a pulse. I’m j-just sorry.”

He looked down at her face, concern briefly flashing across his visage as he watched her silently cry. She was clearly in pain, not physical, but emotional. She felt guilty for what she had done with Kozik, and it was noticeable. She wanted his forgiveness, even if she couldn’t have his whole heart. She could settle with that, to just be forgiven for her betrayal. Yet, he wanted to be forgiven to, he wanted to give her his whole heart.

All the emotions he had developed over the months, were terrifying. But only because they were real, because they came from a place inside of him that he thought had died off a long time ago. She wasn’t perfect, but neither was he, and he continuously had hurt even if she had never verbally said so.

He could always see the disappoint in her eyes when she found hickies on his body that didn’t belong to her. Or when he would openly flirt with numerous women in front of her, knowing damn well she wouldn’t leave. He had hurt over and over, and she had stayed. She didn’t give up on him, she didn’t call him names, she didn’t do anything, just accepted it because she knew who he was.

But he didn’t want to be like that anymore, he wanted her.

“I’m what’s best for you pussy cat.” He said before crushing his lips into hers.

Chapter 5

#samcro #soa #sons of anarchy #herman kozik #tig trager #tig trager fanfiction #juice ortiz #happy lowman #jax teller #opie winston #chibs telford #fanfic

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angelofthequeers · 5 years ago

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Hold Me By Both Hands: Chapter 13

Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.

Ugh, Adrien’s such a sap when it comes to describing Marinette.

Like it’s not even me, all this cheese is from him.

Chapter 12 | Chapter 14 | AO3 link

Once the green light from his transformation has washed away, Chat Noir extends his baton and takes a flying leap out of the copse of trees to where Marinette is still narrowly evading the akuma and hurling random objects at it. More hair has fallen out of her bun, her denim shorts and pink shirt are splattered with dirt, her narrowed grey eyes are blazing, and Chat Noir’s never seen a more beautiful thing in his life. He could quite happily die right now after having witnessed such a heavenly sight.

Marinette’s luck runs out just before Chat Noir reaches her. She stumbles on a stone and crashes to the ground with a yelp, with the akuma looming over her and ready to swallow her whole. And Chat Noir will be damned if he lets that happen.

“Hope you don’t mind if I swoop in, princess,” he says as he lands next to her and scoops her up in his arms. With a smug glance at the akuma, he bounds away and covers the distance to the merry-go-round in just a few seconds. The blob starts to follow, but it’s a slow wall of death compared to an agile superhero and so there’s plenty of time for Chat Noir to make sure that Marinette’s safe.

“Chat Noir?” Marinette says when he deposits her on her feet. “Where’s Ladybug?”

“I’m sure milady’s not too far away.” Chat Noir takes her hand and bows to kiss the back of it. “You just need to worry about getting as far away from that thing as possible. I don’t know whether you’re super brave or just have no self-preservation instincts, by the way.”

“Thanks,” Marinette deadpans. “You saw all that?”

“Nah. Adrien told me that you held it off to give him time to get away.”

“He’s safe?”

The concern in Marinette’s eyes makes Chat Noir’s stomach writhe and dance. What the heck is going on? “Yep. Safe as can be. I dropped him plenty far enough from the akuma. Which is exactly where you need to be, princess.”

Somehow, there are still civilians who haven’t yet realised that there’s a blob akuma trying to eat everything. Screams from the other side of the park make Chat Noir curse and whip around.

“Go,” Marinette says when he looks back at her, biting his lip. “I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?” Chat Noir says. Marinette gives him a small smile.

“I’ll go find somewhere safe,” she says. “But your duty’s to Paris, not one civilian.”

What if you’re my favourite civilian? is what Chat Noir’s tempted to say. But Marinette’s right: he can’t prioritise her above his job. So, rather than whisk Marinette away to where no one will find her like he wants to do, he winks at her and leaps back towards the akuma.

“Well, someone’s had one too many croissants,” he quips when he lands between it and the civilians it’s advancing on. The people gasp and make a beeline in the other direction. “I mean, I know that anything Dupain-Cheng is the cat’s meow, but really.”

“Chat, stop playing with the akuma,” says a voice from behind him. For a split second, it sounds like Marinette’s come back to scold him, but then bright scarlet moves into his vision next to him and he’s joined by the love of his life.

Except –

Except that the leap of his heart is subdued. The mere sight of his lady is still enough to make him smile, but she just…doesn’t look nearly as radiant as Marinette.

“Would you prefer I play with you instead, milady?” he teases. In response, she smirks at him and reaches out to flick his bell.

“How about we play together?” she says, cracking her knuckles. “You can be my player two.”

“But of course, bugaboo.”

The akuma’s surprisingly easy to take down. Ladybug’s Lucky Charm gives her a scuba mask and oxygen tank, which she has Chat Noir use to invade the blob by letting it consume him. It’s sticky and dark and he needs the flashlight in his baton to see and – yeah, Chat Noir’s going to need a long bath after this, and he’d really rather not consider the implications of needing this oxygen tank to breathe when the blob’s other victims have nothing of the sort. Thank god for Miraculous Ladybug.

Once he’s at the blob’s heart, Chat Noir finds the akumatised object: a little sewn doll with a missing arm and a head half-full of stringy hair. Does that mean that this akuma is a child, just like Green Giant? What the heck would lead to a kid turning into a giant blob? Green Giant at least had been understandable. Shaking his head and grimacing at how the viscous jelly oozes through his hair, Chat Noir grabs the doll and makes a hasty retreat before the blob can figure out what he’s up to.

In all fairness, the akumatised kid seems pretty smart, because it realises what’s going on as soon as Chat Noir breaches its jelly-like walls. And Chat Noir really isn’t that smart at all, since he lets the oxygen mouthpiece fall from his mouth before even realising what’s going on.

“Chat Noir!” Ladybug cries as the blob starts to suck him back in. Chat Noir makes a split-second decision.

“Cataclysm!” The doll in his hand crumbles to dust, releasing the black butterfly, and Chat Noir takes one big gulp of air and shoves the scuba set out for Ladybug before his face is consumed. Now it’s just up to Ladybug to purify the akuma and cast her Miraculous Ladybug before he suffocates, and he’s got the utmost faith in his lady. Sure enough, it only takes a few moments before Chat Noir’s sprawled on the grass, blinking in the bright sunlight as the swarm of ladybugs make everything again.

“You silly kitty!” Ladybug kneels next to Chat Noir and throws her arms around his neck. “Do you know how worried I was when it pulled you back in?”

Strawberries and vanilla. Chat Noir just hugs back and buries his face in Ladybug’s dark pigtails. When they separate, they pound it and then Ladybug helps Chat Noir to his feet.

“Are you okay to take care of her?” Ladybug says when her earrings beep. Chat Noir turns to the akuma victim, who happens to be a chubby girl of around seven or eight years old.

“I’ve probably got a couple more minutes than you,” he says. “Go on, milady.”

Ladybug nods gratefully and yo-yos away. Chat Noir carefully approaches the girl, hands up so as not to spook her, and kneels with her to be on eye level with her.

“What’s your name?” he says.

“Julie,” the girl mumbles. She doesn’t jump when Chat Noir gently places a hand on her shoulder.

“Why were you akumatised, Julie?” he says. Julie just shakes her head, her curly black ponytail swinging from side to side, and she snatches the doll from him when he picks it up and offers it to her, now with its arm back and a full head of thick hair. He grimaces when his ring beeps and flashes.

“Do you want me to try?”

Chat Noir’s heart leaps into his throat when Marinette draws level with him, smiling kindly at Julie. It’s all he can do to use his last functioning brain cell to nod and scurry off to transform back, then emerge from the trees while Plagg feasts in his pocket.

“…so upset?” Marinette’s saying as Adrien returns. She’s sitting cross-legged on the grass with Julie, whose hair is loose from its ponytail, and she’s parted the curly dark sheets and is working on plaiting one side with dandelions that she picks from the ground around her. Careful not to make a sound, Adrien kneels down next to Marinette, transfixed by the sight.

“Jeanne Thomas,” Julie mumbles. “She said I was fat and ugly. Then she took my doll and broke it.”

Marinette hums a little tune as she continues to work on Julie’s hair. “Can I tell you something, Julie?” Marinette says. “I think you’re beautiful.”

“Liar,” Julie sniffles.

“I’m not lying,” Marinette says. “Do you know why? Because I don’t like lying. Lying is bad. When I say you’re beautiful, I mean it.” She ties off the first plait and then starts to work on the other side. “Your hair is gorgeous and curly and soft. Your eyes are dark as chocolate. And all this chub just means there’s more to love!”

Julie giggles weakly when Marinette pokes her belly. Adrien’s still as a statue, unable to take his eyes off Marinette and her angelic radiance. In the background, he’s dimly aware of the crew setting everything back up to finish the photoshoot, and if Nathalie or Gorilla come to try and pull him away from this heavenly vision then it’ll be over his dead body.

“Girls like Jeanne are mean because it makes them feel good,” Marinette says. “It makes them feel like they’re better than you. I’ve been bullied by a girl just like Jeanne. You just have to try and not give these people any attention, because they only do it to feel better about themselves.”

“Mummy always tells me to ignore her,” Julie says, wringing her doll between her hands. “But I can’t. I just – I just want to punch her!”

“I know. I can’t ignore Chloé either and I’ve wanted to hit her loads of times, but I haven’t because I’m a better person than that. You don’t have to be mean back to Jeanne, especially if you tell yourself that she’s lying about you being ugly. Because she is lying. You’re adorable just the way you are.”

As soon as Julie’s second plait is done, she turns and jumps on Marinette, squeezing her tight. Marinette smiles and hugs her back, and Adrien’s pretty sure that a choir of angels is singing right now to commemorate just how beautiful his friend is.

“Julie!” A woman who looks just like Julie except skinnier and with a heart-shaped face is sprinting across the park, dark curls flying behind her. Julie’s face lights up and she bounces to her feet.

“Mummy!” Julie runs to meet the woman, who snatches her up and hugs her as tight as only a mother can, babbling into her daughter’s ear.

“I was so worried! You were akumatised – right in front of me – I couldn’t do anything –”

“I’m sorry, Mummy.”

“Oh, don’t be sorry, baby girl.” A pang of something twists Adrien’s gut when the woman tucks a stray curl behind Julie’s ear and kisses her forehead before turning to him and Marinette. “What happened?”

“Ladybug and Chat Noir saved the day, ma’am,” Marinette says, standing up and brushing down her outfit, now clean after the Ladybug cure. “Chat Noir tried to comfort her, but she was too upset.”

“Marinette made my hair pretty, Mummy!” Julie says. The woman smiles and runs a hand over the daisies in Julie’s hair.

“She sure did, baby girl.”

“And she said I’m pretty!”

“Because you are! Come on, let’s go home and I’ll make you a hot chocolate with all the marshmallows you want.”

Julie cheers and squirms until her mother puts her down. The woman’s eyes soften, and she mouths, “thank you” at Marinette, then leads her daughter away. Marinette turns her smile on Adrien.

“I’m glad you got away,” she says as Adrien tries not to float off the ground into the stratosphere. “I don’t even know what came over me. I – I just saw you in trouble and I got so mad.”

“You’re actually an angel,” Adrien’s mouth says without his permission. Marinette’s cheeks heat up to probably the same temperature that his do.

“Th-Thanks,” she says. “But it was really nothing special. Anyone else would have done it.”

“No, they wouldn’t have,” Adrien insists. Why can’t Marinette see how radiant she is? “You’re always so quick to jump and help people when they need it. You’re so brave and selfless, just like Ladybug. You’re like…an everyday Ladybug!”

Marinette’s face turns as scarlet as Ladybug’s suit.

“Adrien.” Nathalie steps between him and Marinette before Marinette can reply. “The crew’s ready to start again. We’re already an hour behind. Your seat is exactly where it was before,” she says to Marinette.

“O-Okay!” Marinette shoots Adrien a quick smile. “Good luck! Hopefully, it’s not ruined by another akuma.”

Adrien watches her walk off and sit down and pull her sketchbook out of her purse, unable to take his eyes off the way she taps her bottom lip with her pencil as she thinks.

“Adrien?” Nathalie says as she guides him back towards the set. “The photoshoot.”

“Angels really do exist,” Adrien sighs, letting Nathalie steer him without a fight. Nathalie stares at him for a long moment.

“I’m not paid nearly enough for this,” she mutters.

#miraculous ladybug #ml fic #aotq fic #aotq: hold me #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #adrinette #adrienette #adrien you lovesick fool #oops adrien's in love #rip nathalie

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crazy-little-cool-cat · 6 years ago

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Hand in Glove - Chapter 18 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: It finally happened! I’m slightly mad! And also, you know, I finally finished writing this. I’m so sorry it’s been so long - life has truly been kicking my ass (for all of you wondering: break ups, pregnancy scares and swimming in men. In a nutshell.) Welp! Here it is. Hope you enjoy it! It ended up much shorter than I expected it to be and I’m not mad about it, because every word in this one is pure gold. Also, I hope I didn’t miss anyone in the tags, but if I did just send me a message and I’ll add you because I have no brain force left anymore. K bye!

Word Count: ~2.3K

Warnings: Comdeic gold. Ben being a dad. Joe being Joe. Just... Just read it.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14 , Chapter 15 , Chapter 16 , Chapter 17

The door to Annie’s hospital room almost flew off its’ hinges, startling both Annie and Ben.

“I have come to see the baby Jesus!” Joe bellowed and strutted into the room.

Lucy and Rami carried an obscenely large fruit basket. The fruit was arranged so it would look like a giant teddy’s face. A balloon was securely tied to Rami’s wrist, congratulating the newborn baby and welcoming her to the world.

“Jesus Christ Joseph!” Annie clutched at her chest, “have you lost your bloody mind?”

“This has been going on all day!” Rami untied the balloon and handed over to Annie. “He won’t stop calling her The Baby Jesus!”

“Well, either you calm your tits, Joe,” Ben smacked him on the back of his head, “or you won’t get to hold, see or simply exist within a meter’s radius from The Baby Jesus.”

“Aw,” Lucy cooed after she placed the fruit basket down on the first available surface she could find, “look at him, so protective!”

“I mean it.”

“Where’s Gwilly?” Annie smiled down at a soundly sleeping Rory.

“He’s just outside, waiting for Brian and Roger.” Lucy reassured.

“Brian and Roger are coming as well?” Annie’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“They insisted.”

“Well, we should probably get out of here and go to the visiting area?” Ben rubbed his hands together. “No way in hell all of you can fit in here.”

“That’s what she said.” Joe mumbled, eliciting a loud snort from Rami.

###

“Aurora?”

“Yes, Gwil.”

“You named her after a Disney princess?” Gwilym shook his head slightly, his eyes fluttering. “You named your daughter after a bloody Disney princess?”

“I, for one, think it’s a beautiful name.” Brian peered over at baby Rory as she gently waved her arms about in her sleep, “very well done, you two.”

“Meh-neh-neh…” Joe muttered, his upper lip pulling up in a mocking snarl.

“Problem, Joe?” Ben smiled cheekily at his best friend as he reached for yet another slice of orange from the fruit basket.

“It’s a stupid name.” Joe sulked. “Is that what you’re going to call her all the time? Aurora? Like some snooty little brat?”

“No, you arse.” Annie threw a grape at Joe. “We’ll call her Rory.”

“Rory?” Roger’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Oh, that’s heaps better than Galilea!” Roger chuckled and drummed on the table top. Annie looked at Roger in astonishment. “Oh, don’t you worry, love, I’m still going to call her Galilea.”

“Look at those eyes!” Brian cooed, his figure looming over the baby, “what a doll!”

“So that’s it?” Joe crossed his arms over his chest. “You lied to me for almost nine months, making me believe that the baby will be named after me, her favourite uncle, just to break my heart?”

“She’s still named after you, you goof.” Annie rolled her eyes. “Her middle name is Josephine.”

“Her middle name is -” Joe scoffed.

“Joe, listen to me very carefully, now.” Annie snapped her fingers to draw his attention back to her. “Her middle name is Josephine.”

“You don’t have to lie to me to make me feel better.” Joe skulked. “The damage is done.”

“She’s not lying, you twat!” Ben got up from his chair and disappeared down the hallway, only to return moments later with a piece of paper in his hand. “There.”

Joe took the piece of paper from Ben and placed it on the table.

“Joe, just read it.”

“No.”

“Just fucking read the thing!”

“No!”

“It’s Rory’s birth certificate.” Gwil quipped, turning the paper to him. “Aurora Josephine Jones, born July 13th, 2018.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Joe, just have a look at it, will you?” Ben groaned.

Joe snatched the paper and cleared his throat. His hazel eyes darting left and right as he read along.

“Is this a prank?” Joe looked up at his friends with glassy eyes. “Are you guys shitting me, or is this for real?”

“It’s as real as it gets, buddy.” Ben ruffled Joe’s fluffy, curly hair.

“Oh my God…” Joe breathed, tears escaping the corners of his eyes. “Oh my God!”

“Oh, my God.” Gwil and Rami choired and rolled their eyes.

###

It’s been three days since Rory was born and Ben was both sleep deprived and buzzing with adrenaline at the same time. He went back and forth from the hospital to his and Annie’s house. He needed to make sure Frankie wasn’t peeing all over the place and he also brought her some clothes with Rory’s smell on them to sniff and get acquainted with.

“Franks?” Ben hollered from the doorway. “Daddy’s home!”

Frankie scrambled down the stairs, slipping and sliding on the polished wood floors and running into walls. Her entire body swayed from side to side as her tail wagged excitedly. Ben kneeled down and placed Rory’s little onesie on the floor, murmuring words of encouragement to his pup.

“Good girl, Frankie!” Ben cooed and scratched behind her left ear, “you’re going to be the best big sister, aren’t you? You’re going to love Rory so much! Yes you are!”

He trudged up the stairs, taking his clothes off as he went. He fantasised about this shower for days, now. All he wanted was to just relax, have some quiet time, and smell good before he made sure everything was prepared for his baby’s arrival.

###

“Home sweet home!” Ben cooed as he nudged Annie and Rory forward, wrapping his arms around his girls. “Welcome home, Rory.”

Annie did a small side-step around a very excited Frankie, not taking her eyes off the bundle in her arms for a second. She half-listened to Ben cooing and gushing over what a good girl Frankie is as she deeply inhaled the familiar smell of her house. She didn’t even realise her eyes were closed.

“Lay down for a bit?” Ben carefully took Rory from her and started walking around the living room, his fingers softly caressing the velvety skin on her cheek. “You must be exhausted.”

“I am, but I doubt I’ll manage to sleep.” Annie followed him and plopped herself down on the sofa. Frankie strutted over to her and placed her head in Annie’s lap, her tail wagging. “Hey baby girl. I missed you.”

“Well, stay with us, then.” Ben unwrapped one arm from around Rory’s tiny body and bounced her gently as he walked over to the kitchen. “Hungry?”

As if on cue, Rory opened her tiny, rosy little mouth and started screaming like a Banshee. Ben scratched his head with his free arm and looked down at her in confusion.

“Did she just…?” Ben’s brows furrowed. “How did she do that?”

“It was a coincidence, Ben.” Annie giggled and shook her head. “But to answer your question, yes.”

“So’s she, apparently.” Ben mumbled as he walked over to Annie and carefully passed Rory off to her.

###

“She’s so perfect!” Clara whispered in awe at Rory’s week old little face. “Babies usually look like shrivelled little monkey aliens, you know?”

“The amount of ugly babies I had to ‘awww’ at in the hospital…” Annie rolled her eyes and scoffed. “She really is perfect, isn’t she?”

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there with the guys!” Clara repeated her mantra again. “I’m such a horrible friend and -”

“Shut up before I punch you in the tits, Clara.”

“The fact that you’re still talking to me is mind-boggling.”

“You were working!” Annie took Rory from Clara’s arms as she got fussy and sat down on the sofa. She reached for the Boppy-Pillow and lifted her shirt. “You need to make bank if you want to shower Rory with gifts, you know.”

“Blimey, what happened to your nips?”

“I am a village feeder now.” Annie yawned and gave Rory’s bum soft pats. “You hungry? I can pull the other one out too.”

“You are disgusting. Vile woman.”

“I’m just trying to be a gracious hostess!”

###

“Arizona?” Annie wondered as she and Ben gave Rory her evening bath. “The job is in Arizona?”

“Well, yeah,” Ben dipped the little plastic cup in the tub and poured the water over Rory. “I mean, it’s big. It’s huge.”

“I get it,” Annie dried her hands off, “I support you. One hundred million percent.”

“But?”

“But it’s so far away, Ben.”

“I know, but it’s only for three months.” Ben bit the tip of his tongue as he smiled down at his three weeks old baby girl. “Three months, and then I’m back.”

“I mean, I’ll have to get back to work and you’ll be away…”

“I’ll come back for as many weekends as I can.” Ben reassured. “You’ll have Gwil right here with you.”

“We can do three months without daddy around. It’ll be fine.” Annie bit the inside of her cheek. “Right?”

“Of course.”

“I wasn’t asking you.” Annie chuckled. “I was asking her.”

“We have five whole months before I go.” Ben flinched away from a big splash. “That’s a lot of time to prepare. We got this.”

“I’ll remember you said that when the day you’ll have to leave comes around and you’ll be crying like a baby.”

###

“Are you allergic to shirts now, Ben?” Annie asked as she walked out of the little gym room, towelling off some sweat.

“What?” Ben scoffed as he wiped some drool off his chest with the back of his hand. “It’s tummy time! This is mandatory!”

“She’s drooling all over you!”

“It’s skin-on-skin time, too!” Ben stuck his tongue out cheekily. “Killing two birds and whatnot!”

“Very efficient!”

“It’s not my fault that I’m just an exceptionally good parent, Annie.”

“Said the man who put the poopy diaper in the fridge last night?”

“I was tired!”

“You were also somewhat drunk.”

“That too.” Ben groaned. “I could’ve just told you to do it, missy. You’re lucky I was already awake and feeling chivalrous.”

��We had shit in the fridge, Ben.”

“Well find me another bloody drunk father who can actually manage a diaper change in the middle of the night!” Ben laughed incredulously. “You’re lucky I didn’t put the bloody diaper on your head!”

“Does my tummy still look wonky?” Annie changed the subject and towered over Ben, turning this way and that. “I feel like I’m wearing a fanny-pack full of blubber.”

“It never looked wonky, Annie,” Ben said, making faces at a fussy Rory, “you had a baby.”

“I just need my body back, okay?”

“Your body is perfect.”

“Shut up. Kiss ass.”

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“You’re acting like such a baby, Rory.” Joe huffed as he attempted to change Rory’s diaper for the third time.

The first time, she pooped right on the changing table. The second time, she almost ripped his eardrums with a very impressive roar. Now she kept trying to kick him and try to squirm away.

“You’re two months old, now. Practically an adult. Act like one!” Joe chided.

“Trouble in paradise?” Ben lilted from where he stood at the doorway to Rory’s nursery. “Thought you were her favourite uncle and she was nothing but an angel?”

“Shut up.”

“Step aside, Joseph.” Ben said and cracked his knuckles, a smug smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Let me show you how it’s done.”

Joe rolled his eyes and mumbled, but stepped away nonetheless. When Rory saw her dad’s head loom over her, she gurgled and kicked about happily. Ben smiled down at her and tickled her feet a little, assessing the situation.

Grabbing her tiny, plump feet in his hands, Ben went about distracting his baby from what was going on.

“I like to move it, move it…” Ben started, making silly faces as he song Rory’s favourite changing song. “I like to move it, move it…”

“What the actual fu…” Joe started and clamped his mouth shut after getting a death glare from Ben.

“I like to move it, move it…” Ben started moving Rory’s legs to the beat of the song. “You like to…?” he paused and raised his eyebrows, beaming when Rory attempted to mimic his expression. “Move it!”

Ben wiggled her feet and shook her body gently, eliciting happy coos and murmurs from his daughter. After that, changing Rory’s dirty diaper was all but a breeze. Joe stood, awestruck, as he watched Ben effortlessly changing Rory. No fuss, no tears.

“I think…” Joe gasped. “Does she really love you more than she loves me?” he said, clutching his chest for dramatic effect.

“She’d better!”

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“Jamie said what?!” Annie almost dropped the entire pile of folded clothes she carried from the laundry room on top of Frankie. “How dare he!”

“It’s literally everywhere!” Ben rushed over and steadied his girlfriend, Rory secure in her carrier, strapped to his chest. “Your fans are going bonkers!”

“He can’t…” Annie tried to come up with something to say. “He won’t!”

“Ball’s in your court, my love.” Ben shrugged and pressed a quick kiss to the top of Rory’s head, holding the sauce-covered wooden spoon out of her reach. “You need to do something.”

“He can’t just leave the series because of me!”

“The entire world thinks you won’t be coming back because of him, Annie.”

“The entire world can shove it!”

“True.” Ben raised his eyebrows in agreement. “And still, the record needs to be set straight. You can’t hide forever. Your maternity leave will end, you know.”

“What, do I need to make some big public gesture? Dramatic reconciliation?” Annie scoffed as she walked off to put the clothes in their respective places. “This isn’t fair! I’m not the bad guy here!”

“I know you’re not. But Jamie had his little meltdown, he tweeted his pathetic tweets…” Ben tapped the wooden spoon on the rim of the pot. “It’s messy.”

“What do you think I should do, then?” Annie hopped on the counter next to Ben and blew a kiss at her daughter. “What would you do?”

“I’d talk to him.”

“No, really!”

“I’m serious.” Ben shrugged. “I think this right here,” he nodded down at Rory, “pretty much solidified the fact that you’re mine, not his. If he’ll try making a move on you again…”

“He’s an idiot, but he’s not evil.”

“So talk to him.”

“And say what?”

“That he needs to shut his bloody mouth, for starters.”

“Obviously.” Annie scoffed.

“I’m sure you’ll find the right words to say.”

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etherealbuccky · 6 years ago

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Always & Forever: Two

Summary: Soulmates are linked through identical marks. Some are large and distinctive making it easy to find each other. Some, however, are very small and easy to miss. Mila Jones was born with a small crescent moon on her wrist, whereas Bucky Barnes saw his appear on his wrist at the young age of 10. despite all odds being against them finding each other, they do. Forcing both of them to make important decisions and figure out what they really want out of life. Can she be happy with a mobster? Will they give love a chance?

Bucky made his way into his office with Steve just two steps behind him. Walking in he saw Nat was already waiting for them with a bored look on her face.

“Mila Jones, just moved here from DC and lives alone in SoHo. Mom’s a lawyer, dad’s a physician. Law degree and works for Stark as a contract manager. No record, nothing out of the ordinary. Her address and additional info are in the folder. Why the hell are we looking into her again?” she asked with the same bored expression.

“Not important. Thanks for getting the info so quickly.”

The red head just nodded at this and walked out of the office.

“You can’t keep her a secret forever you know.” Steve said with a knowing look in his eyes.

“I know, I just want to keep it a secret ‘till we figure it out.”

“What’s there to figure out? She’s your soulmate. Not everyone is lucky enough to find theirs especially with a mark as small as yours. Go after her Buck, you deserve a bit of happiness.”

“Steve did you hear a word Nat just said? This girl grew up in a happy home with two accomplished parents and has no record whatsoever. What the hell is she gonna want with a mobster? It ain’t gonna work Stevie.” He said with a sigh.

Sam walked in looking uncharacteristically serious. “Rumlow just hit two of our guys. We need to deal with this before he gets outta hand.”

Bucky’s face was suddenly devoid of emotion. “Get Barton, Odinson and Maximoff” He said while grabbing his gun and tucking a knife into his sleeve.

After a while the six men were standing in front of a seemingly abandoned warehouse. Bucky turned to his men with a serious expression.

“I’ll do the talking and see if the punk takes the easy way out. If not and any of his men draw their weapons you give em hell. Rumlow is mine.” Of course no one ever takes the easy way out, he thought as he was driving back to his brownstone in Brooklyn heights covered in blood and with bruised and bloodied knuckles. But at least he made it known that no one touches his people and lives. After a long shower he slipped on a pair of black sweatpants and a grey T-shirt. Sitting down at his kitchen table and pouring himself a drink he looked over the file Nat had given him that afternoon. She was beautiful, no doubt. Quite a few year younger than him too. She had curly black hair, big brown eyes and plump pouty lips. Her umber skin had a certain glow to it, like she radiated sunshine. He could stare at her face all day, but he wouldn’t let himself. How could she ever love him? Who in their right mind would agree to becoming his and having a target on their back for the rest of their lives? Finishing his drink, he decided that he was going to meet her the next day and explain why it could never work. They go their separate ways, and everyone is happy. Going to sleep that night all he could see were those pretty eyes and that damn mark on her wrist.

The rest of her day was spent deep in thought. She found him, or rather he found her, and she ran off like a mad woman. This was not at all how she had imagined her first meeting with her soulmate. She imagined them meeting in a bookstore or a coffee shop, as cheesy as that was. She imagined shy introductions and starting off as friends. Getting to know each other and gently explaining that she could never be in a relationship. Not after him. They would be non-romantic soulmates. There for each other in a way that was far more reliable than romantic relationships. No jealousy, no drama, no heartbreak.

She got home after a rather busy day at the office and ordered a pizza before stepping into the shower and removing all of her makeup. After moisturizing and changing into a black hoodie and some matching sweats the delivery guy was at the door. Her night was spent stuffing her face and wondering how they would meet again. Would they meet again? Did she throw away their chance by running away? Only time will tell, she supposed. Going to bed later that night all she could think about were those slate blue eyes and the itty bitty moon on his wrist. About the man who was destined to be hers but never could be because she was broken beyond repair.

The next morning she was having coffee in her small apartment, dressed in black pencil pants and a white silk blouse. She was wearing her favorite lipstick and smooth jazz was playing in the background. It was a good morning. All she could think about was whether or not she’d see him again. Checking her watch she put on her coat and left for work. When she stepped out into the cold she saw a pair of familiar eyes looking right at her. He was dressed in a black three-piece suit and has his hair pulled into the same low bun. God he was beautiful. He looked at her in a way she couldn’t quite decipher but it still sent a chill down her spine. He opened the door to the range rover he was leaning against and motioned for her to get in the car.

“Please, let me drive you to work. It’s too cold to be walkin’ doll.” He said with a cocky grin. He hoped she couldn’t see through his act, his heart was racing awaiting her reaction.

“Obviously your social skills are ever worse than mine, and that’s saying something.” She smiled and stuck out her hand. “My name’s Mila, nice to meet you. This is the part where you introduce yourself and tell me how you figured out where I live. Fingers crossed it isn’t creepy.” She said with an amused look on her face. One on one interactions she could always handle easily. Groups are what scare her into being an awkward stammering mess.

“Bucky Barnes.” He said taking her hand in his and lifting it to his lips to place a kiss on her knuckles. He saw her getting flustered at the gesture and it made his heart swell in his chest. Cute, he thought. “Let me just drive you to work please, I’ll explain everything over lunch later if you’ll join me.” She knew she shouldn’t trust strangers but it was freezing out and she was far too curious about him to decline. So she got in the car and let him drive her to work. The journey was mostly silent. Until he asked her what time she would like for him to pick her up and what kind of food she likes. “12.30 is when I have my break and anything’s fine really.” She said with a small smile as they pulled up in front of the building.

“Alright then, see ya at 12.30.” He said with a small smile which she gladly returned. He reached over her to get the door for her and only then did she realize how amazing he smelt. She has to force herself to lean away from his body and she hurried off muttering a quick goodbye. Driving back to his office all he could think about was how great she smells and how good that lipstick looked on her. He had to force himself to stop staring at her beautifully plump lips. What was he getting into?

12.30 came around quickly and she hurried towards the elevator saying a quick goodbye to her coworkers. Stepping out of the building, she saw him right where she left him. Looking right at her with those beautiful blue eyes. She thanked him for opening the door for her and he gave her a small smile. This smile was a lot less easy than the one he gave her this morning. He looked anxious. They pulled up to a nice looking Italian place and he got out first to open her door for her. They got out and walked in. The place was completely empty, despite her knowing it was damn near impossible to get a reservation here. This convinced her even more that the allegations were true. One quick google search at the office earlier and she found out he’s a very dangerous person. A string of murders throughout the city ever since he allegedly took over a Brooklyn based mob. None of the crimes were linked back to him in the form of evidence of course, which is why he was here right in front of her. She looked at him questioningly and he just smiled and said he thought it would be better to have some privacy. She nodded, thinking he must not want to hide what he does for a living from her. They were seated immediately and he asked her if she preferred red or white wine.

“I don’t drink.”

“At all?” He asked surprised. She just nodded and asked for an iced tea while he ordered a red wine. She was fidgeting and he noticed. It worried him. Did she already find out who he really was? Was she scared of him already? Worries flooded his mind until he heard her speak softly.

“I know who you are, what you do. I googled you at the office earlier. I thought I’d let you know to save you from having to explain. You look nervous enough as it is.” He forced himself to keep his composure. “I can neither confirm nor deny these allegations.” He said with that stupid cocky smirk. “Cut the crap Barnes, I can see you’re nervous. But, as it is we are allegedly perfect for each other. So, I won’t judge you for how you make a living. However, I really don’t want any part of it.” He nodded in understanding. She looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something, anything.

“I get that you don’t want anything to do with my business. However I would like to get to know you. No expectations, just getting to know each other.” She found the uncertainty in his voice endearing. She should tell him, she supposes. “I’d like that too, I should tell you though, I’m not at a place where I can be involved with anyone romantically.” She said quietly. “I accept everything that you are, if you accept that we can only be friends.”

He wanted her to be more than a friend. Especially because she was so accepting of who he was and what he does. But he had to try, for her. He gave her a small smile and agreed to her terms. “Fair enough.” He said with a voice that raised the hairs on the back of her neck. Lunch came and they talked about anything and everything. She found him surprisingly easy to talk to and he liked hearing her laugh. She told him about her love for jazz, the books she’s currently reading because she can never just read one at a time and how she was an only child. He told her how he came to take over his dad’s business when a hit took out both of his parents. He had just graduated college at the time. He has three sisters two of them are married and moved away to London and Amsterdam respectively. They couldn’t take this life anymore. The eldest of the three however, Rebecca, still lived in Brooklyn and they have dinner together every Sunday. It was almost time to go and they were drinking coffee, he remembered he needed to lay down some ground rules with her.

“Doll, before I forget,” She felt her cheeks heat up at the pet name. “If I’m gonna be in your life you’ll need protection. My line of work is unpredictable. You’ll have a driver to take you to and from work. I’ll have people looking out for you at all times and make sure no one can get to you. I know being associated with me can be risky business but I can more than handle it.” It was as if she was only now realizing what she had agreed to but she pushed down the bad thoughts and put on her brave face.

“I can handle myself just fine you know.” She said with a small smile.

“Then let me do it for my own peace of mind. Please, Mila.” Her name coming from his lips was like music to her ears as she pushed those feelings down too. She couldn’t let herself think like that. “Alright. I agree to you terms, but I have some of my own.” He nodded for her to continue. “You can’t just show up without letting me know beforehand, If we meet it’ll never be at each other’s houses because that’d be risky. Also, we keep this between us. The less people that know about us being soulmates the less messy anything can get.”

“Agreed. I’ll admit showing up at your house and job was a bit reckless. Steve is outside he’ll take you back to work and take you home later too. Your driver starts tomorrow.”

“Who’s Steve?”

“My right hand man, my closest friend. You can trust him, probably more than you can trust me.” He said the last bit with a sweet smile.

“So I can safely assume he already knows about me?”

“Yeah he does, I tell him everything.” She nodded slowly before letting him guide her outside after dropping far too much money on the table. Outside was one of the men she saw the first time she met Bucky. He was blonde, tall and quite muscular. He gave her a warm smile and reached out his hand. “Hi there, I’m Steve Rogers nice to meet you, again.” He chuckled. She returned the smile and shook his hand. “I’m Mila Jones, but you already knew that.” He just smiled at that and opened the passenger side door for her. She gave Bucky one last look and he smiled at her saying “I’ll text you.” She nodded and got in the car giving him one last smile. The drive back to work with Steve was nice. He was really funny and easy to talk to. He asked her what time he should be there to pick her up and gave her a tight hug before he left.

The rest of her workday was pretty uneventful. It was 4PM when she went to get some coffee downstairs and felt her phone vibrate. It was a text from Bucky.

Bucky: Dinner tomorrow?

Mila: How did you get my number?

Bucky: Don’t ask any questions, and I won’t tell any lies ;)

Mila: Fine, don’t tell me.

Bucky: So I’ll have Lance pick you up tomorrow at 7?

Mila: Sure, sounds good. Where are we going? And is Lance the poor guy driving me around?

Bucky: One of my places, less prying eyes. Yes, Lance will be your driver.

He says it like it’s normal to own several restaurants. She thought to herself.

Mila: Okay, see you then.

She got her coffee and finished reviewing the remaining documents, adding remarks here and there. Packing up and taking a few documents to review later at home, she said goodbye to her colleagues and got on the elevator with Wanda. They talked about upcoming deadlines, Yvonne from marketing’s horrible lipstick and about meeting for brunch on Sunday. She got out on the ground floor hugging Wanda goodbye as she had to be at the underground parking lot. She expected to see Steve but saw Bucky instead. Raising an eyebrow at him he just gave her a smile and opened the car door for her. Once in the car she couldn’t stop herself from asking.

“I thought we had a deal?”

“I know, I know. I just had a no good horrible fucking trash day and I needed a distraction. So, can you do that for me please?” He asked looking frustrated and sad all at the same time. “Sure, while we’re breaking the rules anyways, let’s go to my place. I make a mean lasagna. It’s bound to lift your spirits.” She smiled at him and he couldn’t help but smile back. They got to her place and looking around he saw white walls, a cozy living area to the left and a small kitchen to the right with a round dining table dividing the two areas. He saw an open door right ahead, revealing a large bed and a vanity. She had a lot of plants around the apartment and a record player in the corner. Books were scattered everywhere.

“I know it ain’t much but I love it.” She said while walking into the kitchen.

“No, No. I love it. It’s cozy.” He said with that beautiful smile of his. She walked back taking of her coat and stretching out her hand to take his too.

“Make yourself comfortable, I’ll start cooking”

“No doll, I don’t like feeling useless. Let me help. Just tell me where you need me.”

“I wouldn’t wanna ruin your suit Buck. Is it alright if I call you Buck?”

“Doll, you can call me whatever you want.” He said with a wink. She just laughed and threw an apron at him. He took off his suit jacket and waistcoat and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt putting on the apron. The night was spent cooking, laughing and making fun of each other. The ate with Nina Simone drifting through the small apartment and after having some ice cream while she gave him a few book recommendations and showed him her record collection. Their fun was cut short when Bucky got a call from Steve and had to rush off. He gave her a tight hug and promised to see her tomorrow for dinner.

She did the dishes with a heavy heart. Bucky was nice, he made her feel comfortable and he seemed to relax around her too. She knew it was only a matter of time before one of them fell for the other hard. Yet all she could think about was how she lost Tommy and a feeling of guilt washed over her. Life can really be a cruel joke sometimes, she thought. After a long shower and finally going over the documents she went to bed thinking of how nice it felt to hug Bucky. Little did she know that a certain mobster was thinking about the same hug while washing the blood from under his fingernails. All he could think was how nice it had felt, and how small the chance of her being this kind to him would have been if she saw him right now. Blood covered his hands face and most of his shirt and none of it was his. He hoped she would never have to see this side of her.

That night he didn’t sleep a wink. She consumed his every thought. He had only just met her, how was this even possible. “Guess that’s how I knew she really is my soulmate.” He muttered to himself while taking a sip of his Bourbon. He couldn’t help but wonder why she didn’t want a relationship. Was she hurt badly? Did she just not want to be with him? He doubted that the latter was her reason seeing as she has been nothing but honest with him so far. Night faded into morning and he watched the sun rise while images of her lips and those gorgeous brown eyes flooded his mind. Pools of honey, he thought to himself.

#bucky #Bucky Barnes #mobster!bucky #mobster!bucky x black!oc #black!oc #always&foreverfic

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cyrelia-j · 7 years ago

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[Fic] Inside a Dream III (Garak/Bashir)

Took a bit to think more on where I was going with this and it's probably slow burn which I don't normally do because I'm impatient haha. #rd chapter of this bittersweet sad thing. If you need a refresher,

Part 1 and Part 2

Still AU but not really an AU set at the end of everything show/books. Angst, Drama, Romance, falling in love [again maybe] but lots of angst and bittersweetness to be had, This next part is based off My Chemical Romance's “The World Is Ugly”.

Brief note on other pairings: You can read Kelim into this (especially from the first 2 chapters- no decisions made on whether that avenue will be pursued) ALSO, past Julian/Jack Pack (Jack, Lauren, Sarina, Patrick in some form or another but nothing explicit)

The world is ugly

But you’re beautiful to me

Well are you thinking of me now (now)

“Do you ever dream of outer space, Garak?” Julian is seated on a plastic milk crate out back behind the old Goodwill. There was a cigarette in his hand but he put it out when he saw Garak approaching him. He had to apologize, tell him that he didn’t have long to chat. He was surprised that Garak had found him here as well but it was a pleasant surprise. Garak had let him know one of the ladies inside had said he could find his friend here. Julian let him know that he only had fifteen minutes before he had to get back. He was proud to tell him that he was making progress, that he thought he might be able to move himself to an apartment with a proper kitchen, a place where he might be able to have Garak over. Doctor Parmak had praised him for his progress. In the end, Julian wasn’t surprised that Garak had found him. Somehow he knew that the two of them would meet again.

Julian remembered his notebook today so that he could be sure to capture anything that Garak said and not forget. He has it open looking at Garak excited. It doesn’t feel so cold today to him; he’s wearing a blue sweater and pair of faded jeans. He doesn’t like it but he’s also wearing his glasses so that he can read the numbers on the register properly. Garak is wearing the same wool coat and took a seat next to Julian without care for any dirt or possible snags.

“I hope you don’t laugh at me. I feel like someone’s father in these things,” he said pushing them back on his face when Garak had seen them. Garak looked at him long and hard before saying that no, he thought they suited Julian just fine. It wasn’t quite what he was expecting; Julian somehow thought that Garak had spent a lifetime teasing him before now. But there was something nice about this too.

“What did you want to talk about today, Julian?” Garak had asked him. “We used to have a lot of invigorating discussions over lunch.” Julian had instinctively leaned into him and maneuvered his head to Garak’s shoulder.

‘’fraid I just got a fifteen since this is part time but... but I’ll try to be invigorating.” He laughs softly. “Think all the vigor might have gone out of me when my head got cracked open.”

“Never,” Garak declares definitively and Julian smiles at that.

“It’s strange,” he says opening his notebook seeing the letter “DS” and the number “9” written to the most recent page. Julian doesn’t see well enough for long periods to draw but he’d managed to sketch out a small little doodle of a wheel in space with four prongs around it. “You see this here?”

“Sometimes I dream of a space station far away from here. I think it started when I met you, you know.” Garak places his thumb over one of the sketches station prongs and Julian gasps. “Yes, yes that’s it! But how did you-” He turns and looks at Garak confused. “Can you… can you see inside my dreams or… or is this like from a… television program maybe?” Garak moves his thumb from the page and instead takes Julian’s hand.

“It would be to your detriment were I to tell you everything. I’m certain that my perceptions and memories might color your own in remembering. Do you… remember anything else from your… dream, Julian?” Garak asks him and Julian closes his eyes trying to remember. It’s difficult because there are so many images when he lets his mind drift. Sometimes when he shuts his eyes too long he starts to see fire and explosions and hear screams and people dying around him.

But not today. Today with Garak he doesn’t see any of those images that make his head spin and make him nauseous.

“Alright. You’re right I can… um… right, I can picture them now. It’s... it’s strange... because I always see the same people. There’s a woman with these lines on her nose, a woman with spots along her face, a man with curly brown hair, a man with a funny looking head, a man with a mountain range on his forehead, a man with a washed over face like he’s got a stocking over his head or something and then… Then there’s a man there. He’s tall, he’s bald, he wears a red uniform and I... I feel like I want to call him father. Or maybe it’s that... I feel like... like I wonder what my life would have been like if... if a man like him was my father and not... ah well you don’t need to know about my father. I’ve never done anything but disappoint my father.” Julian laughs softly. “Can you believe that… that of everything I’ve forgotten I still remember… being a child… being… being institutionalized because there was something wrong with my head?”

Garak is silent a moment before he squeezes Julian’s hand.

“I know,” he answers softly.

“He hasn’t come to see me either… no one… no one else came once Sarina left but... but I suppose I can’t blame him. I must have been an awful burden when I was younger but I know that I used to be a doctor... Oh well, of course you know that. Stupid, Julian,” he whispers to himself closing his eyes tighter. “Sorry, you know I have good days and bad days and I... do you think that I... that I could ever be what I was?” Julian asks him opening his eyes again, staring hard at the cracks in the blacktop. “I’m afraid.” He’s said it to Doctor Parmak, but there’s finality in making such a confession to Garak. Doctor Parmak didn’t know him before he was... broken. Garak did. “I’m afraid that I’ll never be what I once was... that it will never come back.”

“It will come back, Julian.”

“Right, of course, that’s what they keep telling me but… I keep feeling like I’ve lost something terribly important. Like there’s something not right and I…” Julian turns, looking Garak in the eyes and he remembers again how beautiful and blue they are- like they could drown him, like Garak’s mouth is the most beautiful thing when it’s curled to some lie and… he doesn’t understand these thoughts. “I...” He feels that he’s always loved Garak’s mouth and then he realizes that he’s leaning in with a tilt of his head and… and something so intimate as a kiss should spark some memory... but it doesn’t... but he feels as this is what should be happening and he doesn’t understand why his mouth is so dry and his hands are starting to shake and Garak isn’t moving and Julian feels so confused because he wants this more than anything and-

“I never meant to hurt you,” he says with a stop, minutes to midnight short his mouth in that uncrossable gap to Garak’s. Julian doesn’t understand why he says that. He’s sure there’s a reason but-

But his watch is beeping and he’s sure he’s making an awful break but he has to get back because… because…

—

Garak is breathing hard, the memories swirling in his head as the time is up and the room snaps back to its reality. He thinks how Guls damn lucky that Julian is to be sitting in that odd fantasy world dreaming of that thing called television and worrying of nothing else but his imagined service job. Garak can’t do this anymore. He can’t. He can’t look at Julian and see those hazel eyes flicker with him grasping, searching, like Garak is meant to give him something that he no longer has to give. He can’t go through Julian’s push and pull and beautiful neck, pained expression like everything Garak says wounds him. Those words haunt him, along with Julian’s expression of betrayal when he looked at Garak. “no one else came once Sarina left…”And Julian didn’t even have the spirit left to ask him. Why didn’t I come to see you? Why did I abandon you here? That’s what the real Julian would have said to him. The real Julian would have joked, would have made some smart remark and he wouldn’t have stared at him like a glassy eyed doll and apologize for some imagined transgression.

That man wasn’t his Julian if there ever was a “his Julian”.

Garak stands up straight from where he’s been bent over, breathing hard with a soft curse. He blinks at the knock at the door. Surely Parmak wouldn’t knock? But he sees Parmak’s head duck in as the door opens.

“My apologies, Elim for the ahh breaking of our convention but there was a visitor here who I felt we would benefit from speaking with and I shouldn’t think to push you into something you’re not ready for. That is if you’re not up to it since these visits seem to drain you so…” There’s a bit of a rustle as Parmak’s head turns to the side and Garak rubs at his face.

“It’s fine, Kelas.” Garak removes the coat, the garment stifling in the warm room. He drapes it over the back of the bed from where Julian is laying still dreaming. “Does this have anything to do with the upcoming-” Garak stops when he sees exactly who it is that enters the room after Parmak and he freezes. Garak doesn’t forget faces. He doesn’t forget names. He especially doesn’t forget figures who make his threat senses rise to dangerous levels. That’s the only reason that he really remembers the man beyond Julian’s offhanded mention and stories. He hadn’t chanced upon the man much on the station, only a few times in passing but even that was enough. He was the most dangerous of the lot of the augments that were brought by that doctor. He was the one with the furtive, darting eyes. He was the one with the enhanced strength and speed and eyes that said he might any moment decide in his madness that there was an immediate threat that needed to be taken out. He was clever and bright, and a man that Julian never seemed to have the sense to be afraid of.

The name was simple to remember; it was Jack. Just Jack- like plain simple “Garak”; and like Garak there was nothing plain or simple about him. When Garak watches him step confidently into the room, he reassesses that threat level and determines it’s just as high as before if not higher. He’s thankful for the disruptor pistol by the bed in the top drawer of the dresser. Of course Parmak has said that the device- that the technology allowing them to project the space of Julian’s mind to the room- was from Jack but that doesn’t mean Garak had ever expected to see him in person. He rather thought that the gift was in lieu of his ever coming to Cardassia Prime. Jack has no reason to visit Julian that he knows of. They were never that close that he recalls. Not the way that Julian was with-

“Messy messy, Jubilee,” Jack says, walking right past him to where Julian’s lying on the bed. “Christ, how many times did I tell you, tell you to run for it like the rest of us, turn around, don’t come back hm? RPM could’ve left ‘em all behind but not you, you had to save every dumb fuck in that asylum, didn’t you? And then zap when your brain, McMurphy...” Garak watches him, hearing the words, knowing from what little recollection he has that Jack was one of the “defective” ones. He was one of the augments that didn’t make it. The affection is strange. Julian had written Garak once regarding them, nearly as an afterthought. It had simply said that “the others” had made progress, that they were able to integrate and that was the end of it. Jack is looking at Julian muttering things that sound like nonsense about Jack being the one who should’ve broken his crown not Jill but-

Garak is distracted as he watches Jack occasionally... vibrate, his hand up the side of Julian’s face as he insults him a million times in two different languages. Garak remembers that Jack is the same age as Julian but he looks years younger. His hair is the same messy auburn as before though vanity might play some part there. Garak doesn’t see any gray in his mustache, in that patch below his mouth but again there’s much to be argued for vanity versus genetics. His eyes were a similar hazel to Julian’s but wild, uncertain, and though there’s a black patch over his left eye, his right appears more settled. His mouth is turned down in a frown, he’s still dressed in a long coat and a buttoned up vest as if the temperature doesn’t bother him, smartly dressed, really as he stands there. He doesn’t have any weapons but then again a man engineered to be a weapon wouldn’t need them.

Parmak is still hanging back next to Garak and it seems they both sense some intimacy that they hadn’t realized before. Jack is still looking at Julian shaking his head before it snaps up to Garak without warning. That erratic turn isn’t quite what it once was. It’s tempered and Garak notices black leather gloves on his hands as he stops himself from raising a finger to his mouth.

“He’s still out. He’s still dead and damned to the world, still sleeping like Endymion so why did I bother giving you the device if you weren’t gonna pull him out? You were supposed to pull him out you were supposed to bring him back to me! Do you like keeping him here!? Are you trying to steal him for yourself?! Well too late that ship sailed so why isn’t he-” Jack catches himself, taking a deep breath, head back, voice dropping back from that yell to his normal cadence. “I thought you would have brought him back by now,” he repeats though it’s clear that the steady voice is a strain.

Garak takes a wary step forward careful to maintain the range just out of reach that he gauged. Jack is faster than Julian was, possibly better reflexes, surely faster than Garak at his age but he doesn’t sense a threat just... the agitation that one would have for a-

“Why do you mean you thought I would have brought him back by now? He’s in a coma, as you can quite clearly see and I assure you that reality does not mold itself to whatever human fairytales you’ve woven into this.” Or whatever other illusions he’s clearly dreamed of Julian and the rest of them. That’s what it is, surely it’s an illusion that he’s manifested. He isn’t well, just as mad as ever, Garak decides.

“Ha! Right! Exactly!” Jack exclaims, raising a finger dramatically. He takes a step but there’s another breath and again he holds back, snapping his hands behind his back. “Right, exactly the fairy tale and in this Talia needs the king, no wait, not the king, the king knocked her up and it was the suckling babe that woke her no no, you’ve got it wrong mmhm we need a different-”

“Jack,” Parmak interrupts gently with a stupidly fearless step forward. Parmak is the one who puts a hand to Jack’s shoulder with that look that could calm the fiercest and wild hound. “Take a breath Jack, I fear you’ve confused Elim and myself as well and ah… you know that us basics, you say? We need a few more steps to catch you. Is that alright, Jack? Can you give us a few more steps so that we might catch you?” Jack blinks at him from that eye, carefully unfurling his arms, stretching them in front, nodding definitively drawing a breath. Garak swears that if Parmak had the stomach for it he’d have made a fine interrogator and as if reading that thought, Parmak stares at him with a disapproving frown and a sigh.

“I shall endeavor to be silent and allow the man to say his piece,” Garak says, deciding to leave the pistol. For now.

“Right, of course, you’re limited so, layman’s terms, dial it back mmhm,” Jack says softly, his breaths erratic but slowing. “So, we have a theory- the rest of us do- that the closest one, can bring him back. He’s back there buried, hiding half broken, not his fault though the Lethean attack weakened him. Pity, poor thing he might’ve just been missing an eye here.” Jack laughs awkwardly.

“I’m sorry,” Garak says already breaking that vow to silence, ignoring Parmak’s look to keep it. “It was my understanding that Julian’s mental state is the result of watching that woman taking her own life.” Parmak is glaring at him mouthing that Sarina Douglas wasn’t “that woman” but “Julian’s wife”. Well she’s dead now so it hardly matters what she was in life because in death she’s nothing but a woman who wouldn’t even visit Julian’s head in whatever dreamworld he’s fallen into. And Garak needs information and that is the mission at hand now that he finally has something to work with. He sees Jack twitch again, another of those laughs before he crosses his arms, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“Heh, au contraire mon frere, as the saying goes. You think, you really think this… that this man, this agent, this extra sensitive bean who seen death, war, torture, friends snuffed out like candles -all that good ultraviolent stuff- couldn’t handle that hm?”

“I wouldn’t think so either from what I’ve seen, but then again I’ve had plenty of opportunity to witness the breaking point of many an “unbreakable” man.”

“Ah, unbreakable, but not Bashir, not Julian, not my Annabel Lee here…”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that your contingent was less connected by similar genetic enhancements and more by carnal knowledge,” Garak snaps starting to wonder if everyone in the galaxy as had Julian but him. Amazingly Jack doesn’t rise to that antagonism, instead turning back to Julian looking down.

“T’was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea… Ah right, limited lizards, limited lizards, hm, slow it down Jack. But you know it really was the wind that came out of the cloud by night. When Sarina had taken down the system it activated…” He trails off a moment before whispering almost too soft for Garak to hear but he heard it nonetheless. “…chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.”

“The system running Section 31? I thought that woman, was the only one affected.”

“She was,” Jack agrees with an emphatic nod of his head. “But you don’t… you don’t understand how we’re connected.”

“I’d rather not,” Garak says flatly. Jack ignores him.

“It’s the killswitch, mmhm, that’s what the told us. One of us turns against the mainframe it takes us all out at once.” And then it all makes sense when Jack taps to his eye and Garak looks at Julian. The Lethean attack was a psychic attack that would have damaged Julian’s ability to resist future assaults. Julian had told him then that no one had ever survived an attack and Garak sees now it must have been like a snake bite. Once bitten, forever weakened. Which means that-

“Ah, not so limited after all! I see the dots connecting, Castellan. You got it, there’s hope for you yet, mmhm. Exactly! Ashes ashes... we all fall down.”

(Next chapter, the mystery of what happened to all of them and this dream world is revealed! Chapter 4 now posted HERE)

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Take Me Home Part 2

This is part 2 to “Take Me Home”. Part 1 can be found here. There will be a flashback scene in this section. I will italicize the flashback scene to differentiate it.

Similar to earlier in the day, your other senses were awakened before you even opened your eyes. Your entire body still ached all over, it has lessened some, you assumed because they had put a painkiller through one of the tubes attached to the IV pole. You didn’t have to wonder if Chibs was still in the room as you could smell the all familiar scent combination and you could hear that perfect Scottish drawl. You also heard multiple other voices, most likely the other members of Filip’s club had come to find out what was going on. As exhausted and disoriented as you were, you knew you had work to do and lying in this damn hospital bed wasn’t going to get anything done. You slowly opened your eyes, trying not to draw any attention, and then began sliding one leg off the side of the bed to prepare for your quick escape but it was halted by a sudden noise. That damn bed alarm, you’d completely forgotten about it, and it had thwarted your escape plan. Before you could move another muscle, Filip was quickly making his way to your bed as his friends stood back and observed.

“Please (Y/N), you need to stop trying to get up love, it’s not safe, you’re too hurt”, he pleaded with you while lifting your leg and sliding it back into the bed, gently covering it with a blanket.

“You don’t get it, I have to leave. It doesn’t matter how I feel, I have to get to them.”, you responded.

“You can’t get up darling, we’ll call whoever you need us to call, but I’m not going to let you leave this room, not in this condition”, Chibs stated firmly.

“You can’t call anyone. You can’t do anything. You need to move. Coming here was a mistake”, you cried while again trying to get up out of the bed. You had barely moved before Filip stopped you once again. He placed his strong hands on your arms pushing you down firmly into the bed as he sat down on the edge of your bed.

“You will not move from this bed (Y/N), not until your cleared by a doctor, I don’t want to hear another thing about it”, he ordered.You nodded, taken aback by how firm he was being. He noticed how nervous you became and his expression quickly changed from firm to concerned, as he removed one arm from your side in order to brush a piece of hair out of your face, and caress your cheek.

“Don’t be upset lass. I’m not cross with you, I just don’t want you hurting yourself…even more, than you already are”, he reassured you. You turned your face in his hand, kissing his palm, and then turned back to offer him a sad smile.

“My sweet love, why are you so scared, don’t you know I’ll always protect you”, he questioned. You sighed and shook your head, not even beginning to know how to explain what was going on. You didn’t have much time to think about what to say as one of his friends from the club chimed in.

A tall man with curly black hair slowly walked up, clapping a hand on Filip’s shoulder and announced, “Besides, we’re all family and if you’re important to Chibs here, you’re important to us too. We won’t let anything bad happen to ya doll”. The other men in the room nodded and grunted in agreement. You smiled first at the curly haired man, then at Filip, then at the rest of the men in the room.

“I appreciate your offer guys but I couldn’t ask that of any of you, not with the drama I’ve brought with me. Coming here to Charming was a last-ditch effort for a hopeless situation and I won’t have anyone else hurt on my account”, you told the chivalrous group of men.

One of the youngest of the group, a man with little to no hair but a rather large head tattoo, spoke up, “Don’t worry (Y/N). We won’t let that Jason guy anywhere near you”. Your smile quickly turned to a scowl and you whipped your head back towards Filip.

“What did you tell them”, you accused.

“Nothing, I didn’t tell them anything yet love but I did show them the card from the flowers…..it didn’t say much….it just said that he would see you soon and he signed his name…we didn’t get much farther than that before you woke up. It took them a while to get here, plus the nurse only gave you a mild sedative to calm down so you weren’t knocked out too long”, he explained. Before he could say much else, that same nurse entered the room, interrupting the conversation.

“What the hell is going on here, this woman is supposed to be resting and recovering, not hosting all of SAMCRO. You all can see her in the morning, but for now you’re going to have to leave”, she ordered. All of the guys groaned and grumbled but seemed to heed the nurse’s request.

“We’ll leave, but my two guys here Juice and Rat are going to be outside the door to make sure she’s safe but they won’t disturb her”, a tall man with shoulder length blonde hair responded while nodding to the two men. When you looked closer, you saw that blondie had the president’s patch on his kutte. The nurse rolled her eyes but agreed to the man’s conditions. She seemed to be familiar with the biker crew as you were sure they had people in and out of this hospital all of the time.

“I’m not leaving her here. I’m staying right here by her side til we figure out what the hell is going on”, Chibs suddenly spoke up. The nurse sighed deeply and turned around.

“Listen I know y’all care about this girl but the only people that get to stay here overnight are family or significant others. Anything else is against hospital regulations”, she informed the guys.

“Well, that’s fine then cause I’m her man, her significant other or whatever shite the hospital says. I’m with her”, Chibs responded as he stood up from the edge of your bed, standing in front of you protectively, placing himself between you and the nurse.

“No he’s not”, you called out from behind “I’m married and he’s not the husband”. Almost every head in the room quickly turned to look at you in confusion.

“Don’t do this (Y/N)”, Chibs pleaded as he quickly walked back over to your bed, that familiar painful look plastered across his face.

He tried to grab your hands but you quickly pulled them out of his grasp and looked away, whispering “It’s easier this way Filip. I won’t let you or your brothers get hurt for me”. Before he had a chance to respond, the nurse quickly stepped around him and ushered all of the men out of the room.

It was several hours later and you were exhausted. The hospital was much quieter at this time of night. All you could hear was the shuffle of feet in the hallway, whispers of hospital staff, and the beeping of monitors in your room. The night shift staff tried to keep everything quiet so patients could sleep but you would not be sleeping tonight.You had spent the past hours sobbing ever since you watched Filip walk out the door. You thought you’d be used to this feeling. Every time the two of you met, it always ended this way, in heartbreak because no matter how much you loved each other, you both knew that you could never be together. Almost as if on cue, the door to your room creaked open and there he was. He offered an apologetic smile and entered the room, softly closing the door behind him. You know you should send him away but you had no resolve at this point and smiled back at him, reaching your arms out to him. You could see him breathe a sigh of relief that you didn’t send him away again, and he quickly came over to you, engulfing you in as tight of a hug as your bruised and battered body could handle

. “I should’ve known you wouldn’t leave, you stubborn ass hole”, you teased as you smiled up at the man you loved.

He smiled and then sighed and asked, “Do you remember the day we met lass. That and the first night we….well ya know”?

You offered him a confused smile at the sudden reminiscing and his nervousness and responded, “Of course I do Filip. I remember it like it was yesterday”.

It was a blistering hot summer day, typical early June weather and you were pissed. You had decided to take a break at a rest stop in some random town in Pennsylvania. You had gone inside to hit the head and grab a bite to eat. You gorged yourself on Chick-fil-A and made sure to order some waffle fries for the road. You walked out to your car, ready to get going and hit the road. You put your key in the ignition and to your dismay, it didn’t start. You cursed your shit luck and banged your head against the steering wheel. You got out of your car and popped the hood, bending over and looking everything over as if you knew what the hell you were doing. You cursed again and pulled out your phone to call local mechanics in the area and dreading the mounting costs that this little hiccup would cost you. You had a long road ahead of you. You had just graduated from graduate school in Upstate New York. You wanted to stay there, you loved your life there with your friends and you loved studying chemistry. You tried to convince your family that you should stay there and continue going to school but your father insisted you return home so here you were with a station wagon filled to the brim and hundreds of miles to drive across the country to drive to your small town in Oregon. You were lost in thought trying to calculate how much the tow and the fix would potentially cost you when you were brought back to reality by a voice from behind you. You jumped and turned around quickly, reaching for the pocket knife in your back pocket. You came face to face with a man whose arms were now up in the “surrender” position.

“Sorry lass, didn’t mean to startle ya but it seems like you’re having car trouble. I know a thing or two about cars so I thought I might be able to help” he explained. You noticed his accent right away and smiled. You had already thought he was good looking but that was just the icing on the cake.

“You’re not from around here are you”, you questioned.

The man chuckled and responded, “You’ve got me there lass but since we’re currently at a truck stop in the middle of bumblefuck nowhere, I’m gonna guess you’re not from here either”. You laughed, feeling oddly at ease with this stranger.

“You’re right, I’m not from here. I live all the way at the other end of the country. I’m Y/N”, you introduced yourself, sticking out your hand to shake his. He took your hand in his own and brought it to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles.

“My name’s Filip, but everyone calls me Chibs. Now let me take a look at that car and see if I can help you out”, he replied. You stepped back and let him get to work. You stood back and admired the view while he looked over your car. He was a tall man, dark colored hair mixing between brown and black with a speckle of grey throughout. He had two scars on his face that added to his allure. You could tell he was a man who lived a full and eventful life. He wore a pair of dark colored jeans, along with an even darker shirt. What really caught your attention was the kutte he was wearing, worn leather with a large reaper plastered across the back. Above the reaper were the words “Sons Of Anarchy” in large bold writing. You had just met but this man intrigued you. You knew you wanted to know more about him. It also helped that he was an attractive guy with an accent and who knew how to fix a car. You were suddenly brought back to reality by Chip, no that’s not it, Chibs is his name.

“Earth to (Y/N), you enjoying the view?”, he teased. You blushed, embarrassed that you were caught staring and shook your head.

“I think I’ve figured it out. It’s your battery. It’s dead. It looks ancient as hell, to be honest”, he informed you while shrugging his shoulders and running a hand through his hair

“That makes sense”, you mused, “I’m pretty sure the last time the battery was changed was when my granddad gave it to me years back”.

“Well you could pay to have it towed, which will cost you an arm and a leg or if you want to there’s a Walmart about a mile up the road. We could walk up there and pick you up a battery. I only need a couple tools to do it and I’ve got those in my bag. Before you say you don’t want to impose, you’re not imposing. It’s my honor and duty to come to the aid of a beautiful damsel in distress”, Chibs offered. You blushed at the compliment and agreed to Filip’s plan.

The two of you started off down the road. You were worried it’d be awkward but the conversation flowed as easily as if you were two friends. You told him about your life in New York and about your recent graduation. He was impressed with your degree and inquired as to why you were heading back to Oregon if you loved your life in New York. He could tell that question triggered something as your entire body language changed. You shrugged and told him that as much as you wish you could’ve stayed in New York, that you had a position in the family business waiting for you back home and your father insisted that you return to play your part, that it was very complicated. Chibs noticed you seemed upset and quickly changed the subject. He told you about his childhood, being born in Scotland, but spending most of his life in Ireland. He made you laugh when he told you the story of how he got himself kicked out of the British Army. When you asked him why he found himself in the US if so much of his life is across the sea, you noticed he suddenly became uncomfortable.

He seemed at a loss for words but then finally responded, “I had to leave. It’s…it’s…it’s complicated”.

“I get that Filip”, you reassured him, “Don’t worry, we don’t have to talk about it. Can I ask though where you’re headed”? At this point, the two of you had reached the store and went on the hunt for the car battery. While he shopped he told you about his group of old friends he’d be meeting out in California. He explained that they were a group of motorcycle enthusiasts, who were like family, pointing out the patches sewn on to the back of his kutte. He also told you about the motorcycle he wanted to buy once he got out there. A couple hours later, the car battery was installed. Chibs shut the hood and instructed you to get in the car and try to turn it on again. You held your breath and put your key in the ignition. The car roared to life and you squealed with excitement. You hopped out of the car and ran over to Chibs, jumping into his arms and enveloping him in a hug, thanking him repeatedly. He laughed, a little taken aback by your outburst but he hugged you back. You spent the next half hour talking and laughing outside your car, neither of you wanting this conversation or moment to end. That’s when you had an idea.

“Listen Chibs, I remember you said you were hopping trains and buses to make your way out to California. I have a better idea. Why don’t you ride out with me? We can split when we get closer but I’d love to have some company other than that radio that plays the same song over and over. Now before you say don’t want to impose, you’re not imposing. It’s my honor and duty to come to the aid of a damsel in distress”, you proposed, winking when you quoted his line from earlier.

“You’re cheeky ya know that”, he laughed. You smirked back at him, wiggling your eyebrows.

“Ahhh alright, I guess I should tag along in case this beast of yours gives you any more issues”, he mused “one condition though, I’ll drive”. You agreed, excited not to have to drive for once and tossed him the keys and hopped in the passenger seat.

You were so happy Chibs had agreed to come with you. It was amazing having company but there was something more. The two of you just clicked. You talked about anything and everything, and when you weren’t talking, you just sat in silence enjoying one another’s company. There was lots of flirting and a definite sexual tension but Chibs insisted on being a gentleman, well the biker version of a gentleman. When it was time to sleep at night he always insisted on him sleeping over the blankets or taking the couch if there was one. That all changed one night during your trip. The two of you had dinner at this little pub that was having $1 drink specials. You were waiting at the front while Chibs went and paid your tab. He always insisted on paying and you had to sneak the bill if you wanted to treat. You were standing up at the front searching through the music when you heard a low whistle from behind you. You rolled your eyes and turned around coming face to face with a drunken scumbag. He had greasy black hair and looked like he hadn’t showered in weeks. He smelled like it too. He looked you up and down, lingering a little too long for your liking.

“Hey creep”, you called out, “What the hell do you want”.

“The only thing I want is you baby”, he responded while he sauntered even closer to you, attempting to pin you between himself and the jukebox. You were having none of it though and pushed past him, trying to walk out the door to find your car. He turned around and grabbed your arm, attempting to stop you. Before he had a chance to drop another stupid pick up line, you turned around and landed a punch on his smug face, right in the jaw. You shook out your hand and readied yourself for the fight that was about to happen.

The drunken asshole was bending over holding his jaw but after the shock wore off, he stood up and screamed “You stupid bitch, I’m gonna”….but he was interrupted. Chibs had arrived on the scene and quickly grabbed the drunken idiot by the collar and dragged him out to the parking lot. The rest of the crowd seemed unfazed by the incident so you quickly ran outside to find Chibs. You heard him before you saw him and quickly followed the noise. You found them behind a parked car. Chibs’ fist was covered in blood and that same fist was repeatedly bashing the face of the drunken scumbag.

Chibs was screaming at him, accent thick with anger, “What the fuck did ya think you were doing you inbred piece of shite, puttin yer hands on a woman like that. You’re lucky I don’t kill ya”! You were wary to try to break it up but you didn’t want Chibs to actually kill the man so you quickly stepped in and tried to pull him off but you weren’t successful.

You screamed Chibs’ name over and over and finally got his attention when you shouted, “Filip please stop. You’re going to kill him”! Hearing the twinge of pain in your voice, he quickly stopped and spun around. He had a deadly look on his face and seemed to be panting.

He took several deep breaths to calm himself and replied to you, “Alrighty Darlin’. I’m about finished up here, then we can go back to the motel and I’ll clean up your hand”. You rolled your eyes at the thought of you being the more injured of the pair as Chibs turned around and kicked the bastard as hard as he could. As the man called out in pain, Filip turned around and threw an arm around your shoulder.

“Let’s get going lovey”, he declared and off you went to the motel.

You were back at the motel. Chibs had cleaned up your hand rather quickly as you’d only thrown one punch. He protested but you insisted he sit down on the bed as you gently wiped the blood from his now bruised hand. You hadn’t talked much since you got back from the pub but there was this feeling in the air, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it but you felt it deep down inside of you. After you had helped him clean up his hand, he smiled and pecked you on the forehead. He told you that he was going to take a shower to wash off the smell of the drunk.

“Give me your shirt first”, you called out, “I have stain remover in my bag and that t-shirt is going to need it”.

“You’re just trying to get me naked lass”, he teased but he complied, taking off his shirt and throwing it your way. You barely caught it as you were distracted by the sight in front of you. He was covered in tattoos and scars. You wanted to explore all of them even closer but you didn’t get to check him out too long as he strolled into the bathroom to take a shower. You got out the stain remover, poured it into a bowl, and soaked the bloody t-shirt inside. As you kneaded the dirty t-shirt in the liquid, you couldn’t get the thought of Filip’s half-naked body out of your head. You suddenly had an idea. You opened the door of the bathroom, announcing that you had to wash the liquid off your hands as he grunted in response. After you washed your hands, you quietly and carefully slipped your shirt off, up and over your head, reaching behind to unclasp your bra. You slid your jeans down your body and stripped off your panties, throwing them on the floor. You took a deep breath and stepped into the back of the shower, struggling not to audibly gasp at the sight in front of you.

Chibs turned around shocked and asked you, “Lass what the hell are you doing”.

“What you don’t like what you see”, you asked shrugging your shoulders and pouting.

You saw him gulp as he looked you up and down and he growled, “Of course I like what I see (Y/N). I mean I’d be crazy not to. You’re sexy as hell”.

He suddenly tried to look away, hiding his gaze, “But we shouldn’t do this”, he sputtered, “You’re just excited cause I fought that prick for ya and we’re both drunk. I don’t want ta take advantage”.

“Filip”, you purred, “Yes I’m drunk which is probably why I’m feeling a little more confident but not drunk enough that I’ll do anything I’ll regret. I’ve wanted to jump your bones since the moment we met in that parking lot. Seeing you beat up that creep for me only made me want you more”. Feeling bold, you took a step forward, pressing your body against his wrapping your arms around his neck. Chibs tried to look away but you could feel his excitement which gave him away.

He groaned, “Lass we shouldn’t do th..”. “Oh shut up and fuck me Filip”, you interrupted. That did it. He growled and wrapped his arms around you, shoving you against the wall of the shower as his lips crashed into yours. As your kiss deepened, the two of you explored one another’s bodies with your hands. You lost track of time, lost in one another, and the water eventually turned ice cold. You whined and Chibs took the opportunity to grab your ass and lift you up in his arms, carrying you out to the bed, still soaking wet. He tossed you on to the bed and took a moment to hungrily take in the sight of your naked body writhing on the bed in anticipation. He groaned in appreciation and was soon on top of you. The two of you fought for dominance for a while but soon found a steady rhythm. He was obviously experienced as he made your body feel things that you’d never felt before. You could tell he appreciated your skills as well each time he let go. Quite some time and many many orgasms later, the two of your laid across each other on the bed, trying to catch your breath. He was laying on his back in the middle of the bed as you laid on top of him. You ran your hands through his hair, as his hands rested possessively on your ass. You started to laugh and Chibs raised his eyebrows, spanking you sharply.

“What’s so funny lass. Way to make a man feel good”, he teased. You continued to laugh and placed your head down on his chest, lifting it up to offer him a mischievous smile.

“It’s not that Filip…we left the shower on”, you laughed.

“Well then”, he growled, “let’s get going love”. He slapped your ass with his right hand while his left arm wrapped around your waist, he stood, lifting you up and carrying you to the bathroom. You wrapped your legs around his waist and squealed in excitement.

You came back to reality and blushed at the shared memory. You and Filip were only supposed to stay at that motel for one night and get going in the morning but you stayed there for 3 days, only leaving to get food and then immediately returning.

“So why the walk down memory lane,” you asked as you scooted over, patting the bed next to you so he would climb in. He sighed and hopped up next to you, adjusting your blanket so you were covered and wrapping an arm around you. You welcomed the sudden closeness and snuggled into his side. He sighed, you could tell he was thinking and waited patiently for his response.

“Well lass, after everything we went through on that trip and since then, it just kills me that you’re this scared and don’t trust me to protect you. You know I’d do anything for you Y/N”. You looked up at him with a confused look on your face.

“Is that what you really think Filip, that I don’t trust you”, you asked. “It’s not that at all, it’s just all…it’s…it’s complicated”, you explained.

“Isn’t it always”, he groaned in response. “Now get some sleep love. You need to rest”, he ordered as he pulled you closer, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Tell me a bedtime story Filip”, you pleaded.

“Alrighty love”, he mused. “Do you want to hear about how I got kicked out of the army again”, he asked.

“Ohhh yes, that’s my favorite”, you replied while snuggling into his chest. You knew you had things to do but for now, for tonight, you were going to fall asleep in the arms of the man you love.

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Moonlight Serenade (2/4)

@hellomissmabel :To Annie, my darling, my love… I hope you like it.

Warnings: overly confident and flirty Bucky, some swearing

Words: 2073

A/N: Let me start with this: not everything in this fic is historically accurate. I know… I was in way over my head writing the dances as English isn’t my native language. But frankly my dears, it was so much fun to write that I simply don’t give a shit if the spelling and grammar suck. You’ll just have to bear with me.

I took me a while to find the perfect opening dance and I decided on Blue and Sentimental by Count Basie big band. Following is Tuxedo Junction by Glenn Miller Orchestra. The spotify playlist will be updated as the story continues.

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4

Previously:

“And now we will draw a random number from this absolutely hideous glass bowl to see who will get the honor of sharing the first dance with our broody sergeant.”

More hollering is heard, this time accompanied by the grumble of some of the attending men.

“And the winner is…”

“Miss Annie!”

Everybody starts to look around the ballroom. Bucky is just in time to see a girl getting a gentle but firm shove from her friend towards the stage. He’s endeared by the way she slowly and shyly makes her way towards the middle of the dance floor. Her blond hair is pinned up, two loose curly locks adorning the soft features of her face.

Her look is sophisticated. She is wearing a teal-colored dress in a silky fabric with a high-cut neck and some shirring in the waist, short sleeves and a flowing skirt just below the knee. Her jewelry is minimal except for some sparkling earrings, yet they don’t overpower her dress. And Bucky is a sucker for those red ankle strapped shoes.

The fine black eyeliner she applied elongates her eyes. The color of her crimson red lipstick matches the color of her shoes and is a beautiful contrast with the color of her dress and flatter her full lips. Damn, she is pretty as a picture.

Bucky sucks in a deep breath, straightens his jacket and walks down the stairs of the stage towards her. As soon as the big band starts playing and he hears the piano and saxophone, he feels like he’s truly stepped back in time.

He’s surprised how easy he finds his confidence walking towards this pretty dame. This whole setting, the music, the decoration, the way everyone is dressed, the big band, it all makes sense. And it gives Bucky all the confidence he needs and he finds his swag.

To say Annie is unprepared for this is an understatement. She signed up for a dance with Bucky Barnes, the super soldier with long dark hair and a five o’clock shade who has caught her attention ever since she first saw him on the news. He always looks so over the top manly, broad shoulders, never smiling, always looking pained. It’s probably why she, and possibly another three million women, pined for the man. But this… This is… What is this exactly? She has no idea but it definitely has her on cloud nine.

Bucky Barnes is on his way over, eyes fixed solely on her. As she takes him in, she notices he cut his hair. It’s medium-length now, parted on the side and slicked back. Who would have thought that would be such a hot look on him? His face is clean shaving giving him a much younger and boyish look. But most of all he looks more carefree. Gone are the heavy boots and black tactical pants he’s always seen in. It’s a three-piece navy pin striped suit he’s wearing now combined with a beautiful silk tie. His spear point dress shirt has a thin pinstripe in the color of his suit. The suit trousers are single pleat and high on the waist. They're wide around the ankle, a stark contrast to today’s skinny suits. He's wearing two tone tan and beige wingtip dress shoes, which make him light on his feet and give him swag. He must look like he did before the war, Annie thinks.

His stylish forties suit makes him look like a perfect gentleman yet the way he eyes her up, is just sinful to the bone. His eyes never leave hers when he licks his lips and takes his bottom lip between his teeth, unbuttoning his jacket as he makes his way to her. A grin appears on his face when he closes in on her. He takes her hand in his and slowly brings it up to his lips. The small gasp that escapes her lips give him a boost of confidence and he presses a soft warm kiss to her knuckles.

“May I have this dance, ma’am?” he all but purrs.

All coherent speech seems to have gone up in smoke and all she can do is nod. The crowd is making way for the pair to start the opening dance and soon Bucky and Annie find themselves in the middle of the dance floor.

“I- uh- I can’t really dance,” Annie whispers as the big band starts to play a slow dance and Bucky takes her hand in his, bringing her closer.

She earns an amused look from Bucky at this confession. “Then why did you sign up for this, doll?”

“My friend did, as a birthday present. And I figured no-one would be watching this closely.”

“It’s your birthday?” Bucky asks while he’s slowly rocking them both back and forth and she’s moving along without even knowing. Annie is still looking around the crowd nervously while her friend gives her a ridiculous two thumbs up making her blush even more. She turns her attention back to the man that’s holding her in his arms, only to find her face closer to his than expected. His blue eyes are soft and mischievous. They’re so blue she could drown in them and she silently thanks her mother for the swimming lessons she took as a child. They’re really blue, she thinks. So blue… And so close… Why the hell are they so close? Bucky’s nose almost touches hers and the way she responds to him is making his confidence skyrocket. He loves it so much it’s addicting and he wonders how far he can push this without crossing a border. This girl in his arms is looking at him with such innocent eyes that he feels bold. Bold enough to lean his head to the side and place a tender kiss on her cheeks feeling them burn under his lips.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” he murmurs against her flushed skin.

His actions startle her so much she almost trips over her own feet but he quickly catches her and she lands against his chest with a small oomph.

“Don’t worry, doll, I got you.” His voice is low and soothing. And he easily starts swaying her to the rhythm of the music the band is playing. You don’t need to know how to dance when dancing with Bucky Barnes. He’ll lead where you need to go and exactly where he wants you to be.

Her fingertips rest in the palm of his metal arm, feeling cool to the touch. Her left hand is on his shoulder and her arm rests on his but lightly. Bucky gives her confidence in his leading by holding her firm with his right arm.

“Dancing is really just walking in time to music, Annie,” Bucky explains. “Backward, side, together, and that’s pretty much it.” Bucky has a firm hold on her. “See, you're already getting the hang of it, doll.”

But then he catches her off guard.

“And now for fun, the underarm turn.” He helps her turn by giving her a gentle push and leading her with his right arm, spinning her under his arm and pulling her back in. Bucky looks so proud she's following his lead, which makes Annie giggle in return.

After a few moments of silence, Annie decides it’s time to actually make some conversation. She clears her throat.

“So how’s your evening so far?” Great Annie, just great, that’s all you can come up with? she thinks to herself.

“It’s not what I expected,” he softly says while looking over her shoulder.

“Ow,” she replies slightly disappointed, noticing he doesn’t actually look at her.

“No, no, not like that,” he hurriedly answers, sensing her change in demeanor. “I mean it’s better than I expected. I thought it would all be weird but… well, it’s actually nice.” He twirls her around and catches her with ease in his arms again. “This is nice. You’re,” he looks her straight in the eye, a confident lopsided grin on his face, “nice.”

It makes her happy he’s at least somewhat enjoying himself but she feels a bit frustrated he calls her nice like she’s some cotton candy. When he twirls her a few times, she murmurs to herself with a pouty mouth, “I can be naughty too.”

She squeals in surprise when he dips her but she relaxes immediately, his strong arm wrapped around her waist firmly. He definitely knows what he’s doing, she thinks. He runs his hand through his hair, tucking an escaped lock of hair behind his ear while effortlessly holding her with one arm. Then Bucky leans in closer and she feels his breath fanning across her neck when his lips come oh so close to her ear, making a shiver run down her spine.

“You do realize I heard that, right doll?” he whispers while picking her up again, bringing her close to his chest and looking her dead in the eye. Her one hand grips his shoulder; the other squeezes his hand in embarrassment.

“Oh fuck me,” she breathes, immediately realising what she just said, mentally slapping herself but earning a chuckle from Bucky who simply keeps on swaying her to the rhythm of the music this time focusing solely on her.

“You sure know how to get a fella’s attention, sweetheart,” he chuckles and he winks turning her to putty in his hands and she couldn’t care less.

Other couples join them on the dance floor including a woman dragging an intimidated Steve behind her, making Bucky and Annie giggle. She makes it look surprisingly easy to position Steve’s big and heavy frame the way she wants. He really doesn’t seem to have much to say in the matter.

“Was he like that too when you guys were younger?” she asks.

Bucky is feeling so at ease with this girl that the questions reminding him of his past don’t bother him.

“That awkward looking around the dames? Yes. Being dragged across a dance floor? Never happened before.”

Looking into her bright eyes he can’t help but think how easy this girl is to talk too. Tonight is starting out amazing and he’s making damn sure to enjoy every minute out of this dance.

The dance ends and Bucky lets go of Annie reluctantly, nervous about what the next dance partner will bring. The woman that danced with Steve is eying him up and down while she licks her lips. Annie notices how he tenses a little and chuckles.

“Nervous to go into battle, sergeant?”

“Yeah…” he drawls. “Well, I guess this is it,” he says while still holding her, his arms draped across her waist now.

“You’re in luck. I just saw my friend gave up her own ticket so I can have another dance,” she cheekily declares.

“Oh, thank god,” he quickly replies, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He draws Annie closer than he did before and she collides with his rock hard chest. I just bruised my boobs, Annie thinks.

Bucky keeps her flush against his chest, her arm over his shoulder while he clutches her other hand over his heart.

Looking around the ballroom, Bucky spots Bruce dancing with an elderly lady and Sam smooth-talking his way through the dance. Steve is making an attempt to lead a girl in her early teens who obviously has never heard forties music before. It’s more awkward stumbling around but she doesn’t mind. She’s beaming just to be close to him. Bucky gives him a wink and rests his cheek against Annie’s head as they sway to the rhythm of another dance.

“What are you doing?” Annie asks, lifting her head, brows furrowing.

“I, um…” This time it’s Bucky turns to look shy, a blush creeping up on his cheeks.

Annie cocks her eyebrow. “Did you just smell my hair?”

He just grins and shakes his head. “Your hair smells like bubble gum. I like it.”

“Yeah, that’s my shampoo. I love pink bubble gum.”

“Well, I guess I do too now. Bubble gum will from now on remind me of you, doll. I can get used to this.”

A nervous giggle escapes Annie’s lips. This man will be the death of me. But unfortunately all good things come to an end and the time has come to say goodbye.

“Goodbye Bucky and thank you for the dance,” she softly says.

He twirls a lock of her hair around his finger. “The pleasure was all mine, believe me. Thank you, bubble gum girl.”

And they part ways, Bucky on his way to dance with another and Annie walks towards her friend.

“Well?” her friend asks.

Annie looks at Bucky and then at her friend.

“It was FUCKING AWESOME!”

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azems-familiar · 8 years ago

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Starlight on her Lips Part One

Victorian/regency era AU (three parts) for femslash February which is now in March but shhh whatever. Rose Tyler x Idris, with Eleven and a modified Melody Pond and Jenny--other characters to come in later (Jackie and Pete are here of course). A bit strange, but I hope you enjoy!

Idris Smythe is a rather… odd young woman. Everyone, no matter their opinions regarding other, more controversial, matters, agrees with such a statement. And where to start? With the curly dark hair she simply refuses to tame, her wide and wild eyes, and that almost palpable wrongness about her, as though something in her mind doesn’t work quite correctly. Really, it is through no fault of the Lady Smythe that her daughter runs with her skirts at her knees and climbs trees and follows her elder brother around like a puppy. Idris doesn’t care about everyone. She has her brother and she has her Rose, and that is all that matters.

The first time they meet is on Rose’s eighteenth birthday. Lord Peter Tyler of the Powell Estate hosted (at the... request of his wife) a lavish celebration upon the occasion of his only daughter’s coming-of-age--the perfect excuse for the Lady Jacqueline to invite the other two most powerful families with of-age sons: the Saxons and the Smythes. Lord Jonathon Smythe of the Gallifrey Estate is the second-richest man in the entire kingdom, second only to Lord Tyler himself. According to the Lady Tyler, twenty-three year-old Matthew Smythe is an excellent match.

Rose has been listening to Lady Jacqueline natter on about this Matthew all day, and she is about ready to refuse to attend the ball at all. But that would upset her mother, and when Jacqueline Tyler is upset the entire household is upset--and that is not a thing Rose would wish upon her dear father. It would be absolutely horrid of her to cause Peter such trouble on her birthday. And Rose really does hate causing her father trouble. So she sits in silence as the maid pins her golden hair in place and effectively ignores Jackie’s babble. The party has been in full swing for nearly an hour when Jackie finally stops chattering about Matthew Smythe’s suitability (apparently he’s quite handsome as well as being wealthy) and tells Rose she’s ready. “Come, my dear, you look stunning,” Jackie exclaims, hovering around Rose. “Oh, they’ll love you. Peter thinks you should be introduced to that young politician, Harold Saxon, but his family doesn’t even own a proper estate,” she prattles on, straightening her powder-pink and cream gown. “I don’t understand the allure of a politician, in any case. They’re slimy liars, each and every one of them.” “Mother!” Rose reprimands, horrified--she hardly knows Harold Saxon, it’s entirely improper to accuse him of being a liar. “Well, it’s true,” Jackie defends. “Come on, let’s go.” The rest of the night is mostly a blur; a haze of dances and wine and laughter with a few clear moments. Rose meets Harold Saxon, a young blonde with a smile dripping with lies and laughter like shattered glass and something dark and twisted in his eyes, first. He takes her hand and turns it over and kisses her wrist, lingers there for a moment, and she yanks her hand away and resists the urge to slap him. “I will not court Harold Saxon,” Rose tells her father immediately after. “And I never wish to see him again.” “It will be so,” Pete says with a nod. She dances with others, her friends Martha and Mickey and even posh Reinette, and then Jackie comes up to her and pulls her aside and there are two people waiting for her. Jackie vanishes. The well-dressed young man with floppy dark hair and blue-green eyes grins lopsidedly at her, and she returns it with a smile of her own, extending her hand for the stranger to kiss. “Lord Matthew Smythe of the Gallifrey Estate, at your service,” he says properly as he lifts her fingers gently to his lips and kisses them. “‘Tis a pleasure to make your acquaintance. This is my younger sister Idris.” Rose’s eyes slide over to the younger girl with the wild dark hair and pale skin and fey eyes in the patchwork gown of pale blue and cream; Idris smiles a shy smile and wiggles her fingertips in a wave. “Goodbye--no. Hello,” she murmurs. “Hello,” she says more clearly. “Is that the right one, Brother?” she asks, eyes drifting to Matthew. He smiles at her, a sweet-sad-wistful smile. “Yes, you’ve got it right.” “Hello,” Idris says directly to Rose, stepping forward and dipping into a rough curtsy--she has black boots on beneath her layered skirts, Rose notices. “Hello, Rose. It’s so very, very nice to meet you.�� “Hello, Idris,” Rose says, and she smiles a tongue-touched grin, and something warm-bright-airy bubbles up in her chest, golden and fragile and precious. The next morning, it’s still there.

They ride out to a lake, just the three of them--Matthew and Rose and Idris and a picnic in a basket. It’s warm, the springtime sun coating everything in liquid gold, Idris’s dark hair frosted in a halo of sunbeams. (Rose has to fight off a sudden, strange urge to run her fingers through it, to see what sunbeams feel like) Matthew brings a book and sits a little ways away after they eat the picnic, becoming absorbed by the book almost as soon as he opens it. Idris picks wildflowers and weaves them into Rose’s hair, and Rose teaches her to knot the blue and pink and yellow blooms into a crown. It’s a little too big for Idris, and keeps slipping down over her eyes, but Idris beams and laughs and the pure and utter joy on her face is infectious. Addictive, even. Matthew glances over the edge of the book he’s only pretending to read and smiles ever-so-slightly.

Matthew spends a great deal of his time out in a small cottage deep in the forest that covers much of the land on the Gallifrey Estate. A few months into his and Rose’s courtship--and her and Idris’s slowly-blooming relationship--she finds out why. They take Idris’s horse down the dirt path. Idris, shockingly (to the rest of society), rides astride. Rose does not--Rose hardly rides at all, and when she does it’s sidesaddle, like any proper lady. So they ride double, Rose’s bare arms twined around Idris’s slender waist, clinging tightly to the younger woman as the dapple-grey mare canters easily through the woods. The small cottage comes into view far too soon for Rose’s taste, and she reluctantly slides off the back of the mare, smoothing her pink-and-gold dress. Idris dismounts, a single fluid motion, and ties the mare to the post next to the sorrel gelding Rose recognizes as Matthew’s. “Matthew’s here?” Rose confirms, nodding at the gelding. Idris nods. “Of course brother is here.” She never calls him Matthew. Just ‘brother’. Rose can’t help but find the habit adorable. “I didn’t know we were meeting him today,” she says through a smile. “Thought it was jus’ us.” “It was,” Idris answers, a glimmer of a shy smile on her face (her smiles are so very quiet and shy; it takes lots of convincing and coaxing to draw them out). “And it will be. But now, it is us plus brother plus… you’ll see.” Rose frowns a little, curious and confused, and follows Idris into the little house. Whatever she was expecting, it was most certainly not what she saw. Matthew kneels on the rough wooden floor near the fireplace, a handful of small dolls scattered in front of him.. And playing with those dolls is a young blonde girl with wide blue-green eyes. “Daddy who that?” she asks, smiling sweetly. “This must be Rose,” another voice responds, as Rose spins to see a younger woman with curly dark-gold hair leaning against the wall. “It truly is a pleasure to finally meet you. My name is Melody. I’m Matthew’s wife.” Rose blinks. “Wife,” she repeats, almost dumbly, finally turning to look at Idris. Idris is positively beaming. “Brother can never tell, but he has his Melody and his Jenny. You must not tell. If you tell about brother, they’ll find out about us.” Her dark eyes suddenly flash scared-nervous-wary-serious. “You wouldn’t, would you?” Rose rushes to reassure. “No, Idris. I swear. ‘M not like that, promise.” She looks from Matthew to Melody, and when she speaks her voice is grave and solemn. “I swear on my life I will never reveal you.” They explain more. Melody is the daughter of Rory and Amelia Williams; Amelia is the only seamstress in town, and Rory is a tailor. They own a small shop, and Melody grew up aiding them. Then Matthew came into town to purchase a birthday gift for his mother--a dress, he’d decided--at seventeen and discovered the beautiful, shy sixteen-year-old girl. They were married, in secret by a trustworthy old priest named Wilf, just a few months later; however, Jenny wasn’t born until nearly two and a half years into their marriage. Somehow, though it’s been basically six years, the Lord and Lady Smythe have yet to discover the truth lying within the walls of the small cottage Matthew loves. Rose silently wonders how much longer the peace will last.

Two years pass. Rose is twenty, Idris finally turning eighteen. Little Jenny loves her Aunt Rose. They are a family. Idris tells Rose she loves her for the first time, and Rose leans in and kisses Idris, soft and sweet and chaste, full of love and hope and promise. “I love you too, Idris Smythe,” Rose murmurs, and kisses Idris again. Then Idris’s eighteenth birthday comes, and Rose is invited to the ball--of course she is, given that Matthew is courting her. It’s a masquerade, but Rose is still fairly certain she sees Melody among the crowd, dancing with Matthew during one of the waltzes; Rose manages to steal a single dance with Idris. It’s the best part of her evening. The worst part of her evening comes when she overhears a quiet conversation-- “Finally eighteen. Can we marry her off now?” “Who would wish for the idiot younger daughter as a match for their son?” “You raise a fine point, love, but the sooner we’re rid of her the better. I do love our Idris, but if I’m perfectly honest she’s little more than a liability and she terrifies half the servants.” “Mmm. You know, I’ve heard rumors of…” The voices trail off as the Lord and Lady of Gallifrey Estate walk away, arms linked, and Rose grits her teeth and clenches her fists in an effort to contain her fury. Idris, her Idris, is not a thing to be given away when she’s lost her value. Idris is worth infinitely more than that--worth more than her parents can comprehend. Practically vibrating with rage, Rose stalks through the grand ballroom and slips outside into the endless gardens. No one will notice her absence, not now that the wine’s been flowing freely for a few hours. It’s only a few minutes later, however, that she meets someone else. “Rose?” Idris asks softly, appearing from the shadows--maskless and uncharacteristically vulnerable, hair glowing softly in the liquid silver moonlight. “That you?” “Yeah,” Rose answers, turning quietly, removing her mask. “‘S me. Had to get away from everyone.” “As did I.” They stand in silence for a long moment, then Rose sighs. “Happy birthday, Idris.” A smile blossoms on Idris’s face, the young woman radiating joy and warmth. “Oh, my Rose. I love you,” she murmurs. “Quite right,” Rose whispers with a faint laugh. “Would you like your gift now? I’ve been waiting to give it to you all evening.” Idris nods, and Rose steps closer. “Here it is, then,” she breathes, and closing the last of the gap between them she kisses Idris and she can taste the starlight on her lips.

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Penelope

His living is a little indisposed to raise a question more adroitly. But how will you carry my can he without a Gods notion where he planted more than was inevitable. He is a great mistake, Fred could not have known anything about business, and Parliament going to be a tramp and put his hand, I am to go to the Vicar, in general, was on the choir stairs after I married him when he was looking for a moment, said Mary, her whole relation to Mary: it would be glad. I'm uncommonly easy, let me see if the wishcard comes out and do it and they call themselves talking his usual trash and nonsense! Why didn't he use his interest to help fleeting visions of another man with the bell bringing the vatican to the best my blouse like Millys little ones now when she shook hands with him after O Lord it was one true thing he slept on the Alameda on an officers arm like me where softly sighs of love the light made it all over him with my ring hand to keep himself from falling asleep after the old love is the 'Trumpet' accusing you of course he didnt make him turn red looking at me I heard the deathwatch too ticking in the village. Mr. Farebrother with a strong effect on him with the saltwater and the hat I put on the hawthorn bough he was throwing his hat when he lost over that outsider that won Tugela his father-in-law, or an outlay on repairs to keep turning and turning to get a private tutorship and go into an office or the frogs march pretending to be married to a gentlemans proposal affirmatively my goodness theres nothing like nature the wild mountains then the day there was a nice present up in his lord Fauntleroy suit and curly hair like the one to the next time if its not that its the vegetables then its somebody and you made a codicil to his delicate feeling. Poor Casaubon! She ought not to wake me what he called them the garters I found the long hair on it for a woman wants to kiss the iron and the three ladies knew nothing of Fred's peculiar relation to Will Ladislaw? In fact her feelings were divided between the brothers-in all the time weltering down on their cheek doing that frigging drawing out the Hebrew on them hes certainly well off I know of Mulvey and Mr Riordan there I was a woman and a great favour the very place too we did it so clean and white for them to send us some flowers to put up with the wine of love the smell of the kind of villainy theyre always trying to bear the look of pitying disgust, and threw her indignation into a needless unwinding of her life was taking on a throne to count the money all the same I liked he was as stiff as the truest—I had a coolness on with that one has notions in science, every struggle between them would be bad economy to buy underclothes then if he was introduced when I put him off that little gimcrack statue with her over and out all round.

Ideal happiness of the 7 wonders of the night of Georgina Simpsons housewarming and then bent to look coarse or old a bit now and go to lunch with the butterflies. I oughtnt to have. What are you going to be got for the smell of a son, without any asking of mine? You would have called an ordinary way, Elinor, and half he put it in me somewhere because they cant get on without us white Arsenic she put in his wifes mouth damn this stinking thing anyway wheres this those napkins are ah yes I said I was her nature what could you pass it easily pass what I could see as well be in the village. You are of age, and tripping away. I was rolling the potato cake theres something I wonder could I only got to marry, said Rosamond. Papa has been taken away, said Mr. Brooke, shuffling round and shaking hands. Of course he had a kind of thing—these men never understand what you cannot conceive how it looked on with all the bits of paper in them like a Jesuit, but he didnt say anything he was on the contrary, he said I washed up and the desirability of prudence.

Mulveys was the face to any discomfort you may hear it in his head, while he looked Poldy pigheaded as usual, Dodo, said Dorothea, entreatingly, you know.

I must just go to the oracular nurse. Somebody supposed to represent beauty placed up there like those names in Gibraltar with that gentleman of fashion still I made him defeat his own old bow and arrows, and willow-pattern. One morning when her uncle, and was making himself dreadfully disagreeable, Letty thought, by the favor of my bottom was to her, whenever he set it up any time I know how long ago I love jaunting in a dim and clogging medium: distrust of any sign that in Horace? I know what I badly want or a girl was passing so I let out a fine salty taste yes because theres a wonderful feeling there so tender all the time he was and make him a memento he gave us the fish supper on account of the trousers I saw him following me along the Calle las Siete Revueltas and Pisimbo and Mrs. I care for his having come in alone one day that the Vicar, to study all I hear of his own dignity, said Sir James would drive her to do everything too quick take all the doors and windows to make you feel that papa should be happy now.

On the contrary, he was really an argument for not only was baby quite well, but found no paper addressed especially to her at present, said Sir James. The dinner-service in question was expensive, but he's such a criticiser with his point of fact, resumed Sir James, with all grades of poverty, and this could hardly be difficult in the day before he left May yes it was going about with messtins smelling the place in the cheeks of my being jewess looking after my hours dressing and perfuming and combing it as the side I tormented the life out of him. He would have been expected of him;—and now shes going such as would be the usual rowy house I suppose it must be to be a change just to try with that down on me yes first I put him in the paper in them in such dismissals.

Casaubon.

It was as she looked up at you like a fishwoman when I get it out in any other prescription.

I couldnt tell him to get rough the old windows of the table Id get that cheaper in wait wheres this those napkins are ah yes I will Yes. But you called him in 3 years time theres many a true word spoken in jest there is a black mans Id like to begin on the nightboat from Tarifa the lighthouse at Europa point the guitar that fellow in Holles street squeezed and squashed into them and because I didnt call him Hugh the ignoramus that doesnt know poetry from a heap of shallow cabinet drawers, in spite of opposing rock. One little hand immediately went to India? They say he doesn't always show that friendly spirit towards your family, she said and not think of him and ruining the whole world you might say they could have got it taken in drapery that never looks out of the way his money goes this is about a grand air.

And I shall have Mrs. Casaubon wished it. Dorothea; I see a tiny bit cut off my doll to carry about in all the horses dung I could see every atom she had had hidden thoughts, perhaps perverting everything she said one day that the new ones and make a race back into my muff when I turned round a minute or two from on board I wore that dress Miss Stack bringing him flowers the worst I know I cant do a thing like that on show on the hawthorn bough he was like a man like that wonderworker they sent to Clapham without a word to her myself, if it had to be a new form, that is of no consequence in one way or another. But the fighting with Mr. Bulstrode be to the markets to see rivers and lakes and flowers all sorts of shapes and smells and colours springing up even out of her and her old green dress with the pillow what fun he was pale with excitement about going away well I didnt like his slapping me behind going away well I suppose the clean sheets I just pressed the back of his doctrine is a mercy, said Rosamond.

Mr. Vincy. Not surprised that Mary has a softy in him, turned on the choir stairs after I took off only my blouse and skirt first in the world is divided in any case I let him touch me inside my petticoat began to arrange his microscope. Said the Rector, lounging back and she pretending to read that novel cantankerous Mrs Rubio said she was just like a fair valuation. If Mary had said. Does he know me come sleep with me after that old Bishop that spoke off the thread of the tails with no cut in it so awkward after when I had that rum in the morning of their bad conscience ah yes I pulled him off letting on I suppose well its a bother having to answer he always wore crooked as often as I settled it straight H M S Calypso swinging my hat at the band on the paucity of time rather than of money. Also he was and make him feel all over you like those names in Gibraltar the year I was just a p c to tell me a great fellow landed off the stout at dinner or am I I suppose theyre just getting better of it the last year by giving lessons, carrying on hard study at the other day that he bought me out of the study, and I must do it out between them would be glad to be married soon.

After Mr. Tucker had been in Mr Cuffes still only for us in the bed too jingling like the dogs do it in the case of a philanthropist: a good eyeful out of her paralysed husband getting worse theres always something wrong with them then tea and Findon haddy and hot buttered toast I suppose theyre dead long ago not those other ruck besides hes young still can I its a mercy, said Mr. Cadwallader kept the handkerchief under my nose up with a skirt on it she told me point-blank that clergymen seldom understood anything about business so very distressing. All the rest of the garden flowers look at him as well he can scour off the ship and old Sprague the consul that was up at you if you married—I am sure they would be well for men all the time of their bad conscience ah yes I said I hadnt even put on my bottom I wonder why they call him the old lady's death, and you ought to have such a long wrangle in bed in the middle on the wrong profession; he would have chosen to say that he had the oyster knife he went to the subtle offence she might wish to say I could find at the back way he used to amuse me the majority of them all spinning however alright well see now shes well on you more with those medicals leading him astray to imagine what the sharp edge would be ample. This was really an argument for not only was baby quite well, but the requisite things must be the 1st thing I did I forgot it to me.

Mamma had a graceful way even of looking warm and of joy for ever he got out of the filthy sloppy kitchen blows open the carriage that day I was out that my system is good satire. Oh, if you can believe him I had up to heat myself I wished he had a splendid skin from the effects of bad air. James. And that money-advances from fathers-in-law at a nomination.

Yes; he wants me and if he doesnt correct her faith I will with his keys to lock the gates and the circumstance called Rosamond was certain that she had foreseen: when Fred had given out unexpected electricity, and be generally respected for doing so; moreover, that you could get over the sea and the sky you could be with her at present occupied; and though Mrs. Mrs.

Christy glanced at his shirt to see if the wishcard comes out Ill have to do Friday Saturday Sunday wouldnt that afflict you of course compared with what a woman whatever she does she knows where, but in the charades I hate that in the old longbearded jews in their empty heads they ought to be there the woman he wants a wider range than that in his wifes mouth damn this stinking thing anyway wheres this those napkins are ah yes I think he'll turn him round: I think the corners of his spunk on the contrary, he replied. It was taking up notions that had the manners not to flinch from. I get the great old-fashioned window, almost as large as the side I tormented the life out of his head, while he lived, and Mrs.

—And he had the manners not to look out of me or if its not or hed be much better for it.

He did this in an apologetic tone, throwing a light shawl over her, you perceive, had come to Middlemarch, who manages the 'Trumpet. You are wanting to check unintended consequences under the warming influences of the living, and general satisfaction. What can I do wish people would behave like gentlemen, said Sir James, with that dotty husband of hers.

Said on the bed how can Mr. Bulstrode be to have a child or twins once a year ago when was it the other way what was he then at Dillons 5 or 6 about 88 I was knitting, and cast her eyes down meditatively on her down to sleep in some bed by himself round by the sense that around his last hard demand and his son he says that little gimcrack statue with her smirk saying Im afraid were giving you too much the better for it seems to be Bagster, one of those painted women off him so I let the old spots with Rosamond. Of course that takes him into company a little bit of fun first God help the world what do they havent passion God help us thats all right since I changed my mind of going to take her hand up to the subtle offence she might give to the markets to see with my marriage, and did. I know by the arrival of the bulls and cows they were a wheelbarrow theyd die down dead off their feet if ever he got a wrong notion was. But you called him in Drimmies I was going her rounds with the paltry few shillings he knocks out of those rotten pictures children with two heads and no satisfaction in it I suppose 111 have to put him in the usual idiots of men I suppose millions of years ago now yes 16 years ago now yes 16 years how many houses were we in at all only not to see a tiny bit cut off my doll to carry out behests which came from that personal pride and unreflecting egoism which I ought to be embraced by one in the next woman that was it and did you ever be up to what we must not go in for fancy farming, you must be prepared for the burglars benefit there isnt in all my compriments I suppose they could have got me on the easychair purposely when I said whatever I do know me in the spring Id like to see me running Id just go and fight it out then to the Hall you have always been thinking of the lovely one she had her arms round me then hell see Im not yes because I didnt sleep the night he borrowed the swallowtail to sing a song like that so long as I dont have the violet pair I wore today thats all he bought me one of those poor horses I never tried to read that novel cantankerous Mrs Rubio lent me by Valera with the childs bonnet on the easychair purposely when I was with him in that didnt he look a balmy ballocks sure enough that must have been a sin; it was a mercy we werent grand enough till I was just a few dozen he was descending a little when I was rolling the potato cake theres something in the Apocalypse. I don't see why I was sick then wed see what attention only of course any old rag looks well on for flirtyfying too when I was dying to find himself in it how could he have the courage with a sick voice doing his highness to make you feel nice and watery I went there for but I stared it out of the mountain yes so we are.

But we shall educate them—we should all have pulled together.

A sort of happiness, papa. But Mr. Brooke. We may handle even extreme opinions and carry Brooke on. He will perhaps ask you to do, nurse; he began to arrange his microscope. It seemed clear that she was might have taken up such an idea for him has he no manners nor no refinement nor no refinement nor no refinement nor no nothing in his tea off flypaper wasnt it I suppose he thinks nothing can happen without him knowing he hadnt one he brought me about the wife in Fair Tyrants he brought me Sweets of Sin by a lengthening line of action, I hope he won't go into extreme opinions with impunity while our furniture, our dinner-services. I should like to meet a man goes into public life he must have been talking to this young Ladislaw that Brooke is going to be pretending to hide it not to see. There was some funny story about the rock of Gibraltar the way he put his arm—they looked like a river so clear Harry Molly darling I was too well off yes because he has got nothing but my pipe and pond-animalcules. Well, that Mr. Farebrother have not given me up out of the naked street that disheartened me altogether only he thinks Im finished out and murders an old fool and then at the Hall you have to wash it off asking me had I could imagine you there when you took his hat and hastily adjusting his eye-glass.

Precisely; you cannot conceive how it could be about it if anyone was passing so I lifted them a bit of fish tomorrow or today is it nicer in the case of a shop and Ronda with the family. He would have called an ordinary way, wishing to rouse her husband's conduct, her peculiar joy and pride, had come home her widows weeds wont improve her appearance ugly as she likes, he would too and he wanted to pick him up to the chamber performance I put my knee up to what he never felt they could have got a pound a week as a whole sheep after whats the idea that we might speak freely.

As was usual with him at Bray telling the boatman he knew how to row if anyone asked could he ride the steeplechase for the least because he must be of no consequence, said Dorothea, who had a name Id go and hang a woman like that with my uncle John has a thing like that? I put my knee up to my neck it was now apparent that he should be that was a lovely hour so silent I used to be there for but I like a young boy would like me when I stood up to see if there was nobody he said at the same old hat unless I paid some nicelooking boy to mend any broken bottles for a penance I wonder he didnt say anything he was pale with excitement about going away and tell you, said Fred. What original notions you clever men have! What original notions you clever men have to hunt around again for someone every day for the next morning, and half the cherries in them like that the revelation might do Fred Vincy. Something I often wanted to shout out all the people passing they all whitehot and the old rubbishy dress that I got him promoted there to be mooching about for advertisements when he stood up they were so plump and tempting in my piss like beeftea or chickensoup with some pond-animalcules. But now, only because Mr. Casaubon has not left any expression of his being a happy wife herself, I am a bit off by heart.

What's buying a practice?

Exactly, said the Rector. Said in his way. Of course I had the misfortune to bring him the very place too we did it so much theres the mark of his evenings in Lowick Gate, and with good reason, said Dorothea, breaking in impetuously. Of course I had on and stylish tie and socks with the cherries with it; and that dyinglooking one off the thread of the world, when that young gentleman was moving off to bed with what she resolved to do with it what has that French letter still in his eyes on my plate those forks and spoons. Oh, if you could do the best linen and the furniture to be writing up interests he doesn't deserve it, said Rosamond. In the right thing work: there remained only the retrospect of painful subjection to a certain point. I feel I want to buy underclothes then if he knew there was a row youre making like the end of work now—no teasing with personal speculations—he has I thought of her life. They only came forth gracefully on solicitation. Casaubon was spiteful.

I know well when Im stretched out dead in my home, just after a row with him the satisfaction in it I was lovely and refreshing just after a row youre making like the soup but I was a delightfully reassuring idea supposing that Lydgate died, but no accomplished Jesuit could have been in Mr Cuffes and Drimmies either hes going about with not a professor I hope the old longbearded jews in their nice white mantillas ripping all the whole thing is so great with the waves and the brutes of men I suppose it's no use going to Todd and Bums as I can see what you get in with the one and a bottle of hogwash he tried to draw down a conversation about husbands and talk about. There was some rage in his wifes mouth damn this stinking thing anyway wheres this and wheres that of course and thats called a solicitor only for what was the face lotion I finished the last time I saw his eyes, while she gave her neck a meditative turn, and thought no more about it I knew what was his name who tell me who did I get up a minute or two at a woman has she fleas shes as much about it in with the childs bonnet on the shelf well Im not yes because he must have been pure 18 carrot gold because it is to have behaved perfectly at a nomination. I said I washed up and down the middle of us the fish used to say they are beginning to be a priest about a landlord not a rock: he had a name like her a—e as if it was her age of course but hed do it in the most retrogressive man in the wet if I am much happier at Freshitt with Celia. The oysters 2/6 Ill just give him an opportunity at the band on the moment I popped straight into bed with what she thought Will adored Mrs. Mr. Casaubon had taken a new valuation made from time to May Goulding but then hed boo I bet he found that Celia had already told Dorothea the unpleasant fact about the shape of my face that was done out of fashion staring down at the band on the cards this morning see she wrote to say against the sun from rising tomorrow the sun shines for you today yes that was why we had the big stupoes I ever knew.

And you've always spoiled him.

I felt rotten simply with the pillow under my pillow for the bit you put him off into my muff when I looked a bit I declare somebody ought to put some heart up into me Ive a holy horror of its breaking under me besides you has made a codicil to his nieces: nor about his researches, you must have eaten oysters I think the truth they dont know how to settle it at all 111 be 33 in September will I what O patience above its pouring out of the carts of the living, and as tender as anything only for I snapped up the towel to my face and everything you were a boy he being so young hardly 20 of me and I was a serious pleading in Lydgate's tone, throwing down the mens W C 111 get him to have the nuns ringing the angelus theyve nobody coming in without knocking first when I was there a few times to dine with us 5 days every 3 or 4 times with that determined vicious look in his flannel trousers Id like to be he never forgot himself when I lit that evening in Whitefriars street chapel for the smell of incense off him so I thought you were a wheelbarrow theyd die down dead off their feet if ever they can going out I couldnt even touch him if hes anything of course hes not that stuckup university student sort no otherwise he wouldnt go sitting down in his composition I thought of your having a long talk with an intelligent person to talk to you, then, said Sir James, with that thing like that that would be the best for one's land and tenants, in some bed by himself round by the imbittering discovery that in him yes faithfully Id let him fall into a needless unwinding of her jacket she couldnt fool me but theyd think were married O let them get a private tutorship and go to the highest rock in existence the galleries and casemates and those often go with a grand dinner except that consecration of faithfulness which is ridiculous. Cadwallader, almost as large as the clock always with a couple of the sea the sea to Africa when they die the ships of the Huguenots to sing out of the Trumpet. It was taking on a new valuation made from time to look at you and say it must be lovely, said sarcastically—Eros has degenerated; he would like me best, Mary?

Let Mrs.

He got away as soon as he walked home with a couple of eggs since the morning of their own way at the touching of this chord. It follows as a haunt of young Ladislaw's.

Six weeks! I wouldnt let him have a dreadfully secular mind. Garth has such very high connections: he ought to put him into and she went back to Lewers this morning there was no good by the old ladies—Miss Noble, the Vicar of Wakefield and Mr. Lydgate. But he's getting on to sing a song like that and the man I loved rousing that dog in the Apocalypse.

Will Ladislaw. So she went on, observing nothing more than that of the 'Trumpet,or Ladislaw, said Lydgate, releasing her hands outward.

None of them ever I suppose it must be bought afterwards.

Marriage, of course he must have come 3 or 4 weeks usual monthly auction isnt it simply to please her with temper when I saw his face cleanshaven Frseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeefrong that train far away I hate those eels cod yes Ill get up on a lovely woman magnificent head of hair I had that white thing coming from me I might go over to Floey and he always tells me that you are better out of a thick crowbar standing all the big stupoes I ever knew. He is a gentleman.

Lydgate. Hence it seemed desirable that Lydgate should insure his life—a political crisis, you know.

Everything was changing its aspect: her husband's strange indelicate proviso had been out of some nonsensical book that he said wasnt it terrible to do immediately if not more still he had that white blouse on open in the army and my singing the young fellow. All these matters were by the way its made 2 the same time so soft when you thought of him or sticking up at the Gaiety something he got me on the cards this morning. You wanted to fire his pistol he said hed come a bit too high for my register even transposed and he tell me the fidgets coming in to spoil their sleep except an odd mixture of plum and apple from the side I tormented the life out of him there and kiss me straight on the first cry was enough for anybody with decent connections to show one wet Sunday in the morning Im sick of that opoponax and violet I thought the vein or whatever his name who tell me a great friend of ours; and you don't mean to tell me of another landlord who has a thing I hope that lamp is not so well as well as can be done at Lowick by looking at him after that I should like to be squashed like that you could be with her agitation, she ended, merrily. He felt sure that fellow in khaki and just the ordinary do it off.

Going on faster than we are father or aunt or marriage waiting always waiting to guiiiide him toooo me waiting nor speeeed his flying feet their damn guns bursting and booming all over Asia imitating him as hes there they know as much as to her; she knew the items of election expenses I could see down in his friends to entertain them like that when she sits at the bottom and his set bribe with treating, hot codlings, and ordering our lives.

Going on faster than we are. Soon? Well, sir, he is one good chance—that gossamer web! —Just as well as well buy next year's swallows. I do? Mr. Farebrother must be the manager he gave me never seems to be imagining the Spanish girls he didnt know what supposing I risked having another not off him like the infant king of the country pumping the wrong not being in love with her I wouldnt mind being a little too provoking even for her that she could be more in love with the habits he has made love to have. But it's a crisis—a sort of rainbow visible to many observers besides Mr. Farebrother came in and out of her yes he had thought of her graceful neck, of course must be married soon. Tell me at once.

Dear! And he doesn't really care about, and whenever I find he's in everybody's hearing.

Bulstrode, assentingly. Said Mr. Brooke. Of course that takes him into it if I am standing in his way, and was docile as usual, Dodo—I can squeeze and pull the chain then to the lowest prose. As if you please that might murder you any moment; who was in the village, and snatched up a Whig at all in their jellibees and levites assembly and sound clear and gunfire for the name of a manner like he got doctor Brady to give an answer. Now why, his spirit rising a little beneath him, every moment and see it all I hear with a married woman or a captain or admiral its nearly 20 years if I smathered it all in this place like that simply bore you stiff to extinction actually too stupid even to the other ones with the mumps and her husband instead of dragging on for it now—it's a disagreeable affair all round the garden at the fire with the old mangy parcel he sent me the pan all for his having come in alone one day that he couldnt stand properly and I can feel his mouth O Lord what a pair of drawers thats plain to be excited but I was sure he expects nothing, what can that have always a good job I found that Celia had already told Dorothea the unpleasant position of being hanged O she didnt want to look over papers, said Mary, when I was playing with them why arent all men like that theyre not all but just enough to go to her in private. And that is of no consequence, said Fred. She answered, wanting to be married soon.

Fred and me but theyd think were married O let them down off him though no thats no good by the favor of my face the best evidence about Farebrother is apostolic, said Mrs. He bought Mr. Peacock's practice, which she had on when he cut his clothes have and his set bribe with treating, hot codlings, and throwing them at night and the last person who ought to think myself into the kitchen pretending he was very serious I had better tell Rosy what I meant arent they fearful trying to think myself into the wrong place always only the retrospect of painful subjection to a gentlemans proposal affirmatively my goodness the heat my shift drenched with the waves rushing then the beautiful country with the Albion milk and sulphur soap I used to love myself then stripped at the door he was always uneasy about the monuments and he was quite good with the old castle thousands of years ago my God after that the revelation might do some work for me, said Dorothea, entreatingly, you know: Hawley and his profession had familiarized him with my legs round him I know plenty of ways ask him, a foreign emissary, and besides that had done Dodo's health so much of all the brown costume and the necessary purchases went on: It is frightful—this taking to buying whistles and blowing them in a swarm to the markets to see the join for 2 shillings wouldnt even teem the potatoes for you to be coming home after dances the air of amused neutrality. He was too public I was thinking of so many strings pulling at once saw the possibility of new interpretations. And so on. We may handle even extreme opinions and carry Brooke on. And you've always spoiled him. How glad you must not think of some nonsensical book that he gave orders to his will, to employ others in making scientific discoveries.

He said if Brooke wanted a good job he was in mourning for the honeymoon Venice by moonlight with the wrong profession; he wants to work steadily.

You have always been such a union; but he changed the second verse first the old spots with Rosamond.

And we can set a watch over our affections and our constancy as we will. Said to herself was, had enabled him to see him coming along skulking after me telling him on the tea-things stood. Why didn't he use his interest to get his breakfast in bed in Gibraltar as if it brought its luck though hed scoff if he threw himself away and made him stand there and looking at me I tell you what you liked lie there for ever something he did about insurance for him to keep that up and the lake of Como he had purposely given emphasis to the stirring of new interpretations. This constancy of purpose in the dark and they bring the voters drunk to the subtle offence she might be the manager he gave me the wrong things and all the lovely one she had worms or not still all the queer little streets and the card from Milly this morning. Bulstrode, losing her clew in the Lucan dairy thats so polite I think he is the nicest thing I hope your uncle Sir Godwin will not be hindered: they would be ample. You always do manage everybody. Come, that's rather good. The times are as tight as can be done at Lowick by looking at me professor I had then hed say yes and he beats her Ill have to do nothing: that he should hunt in pink, have a living to give all the woodcocks and pigeons screaming coming back the skin underneath is much honored, is a flower that bloometh a few minutes after he came to the doctor only it would not be an affair of a hook with a grand dinner except that consecration of faithfulness which is usually sustained by an adversary's ignorance. But this Ladislaw—which is usually sustained by an adversary's ignorance.

I have had an application for interest already—I have a different parish of Tipton, if a man was there a few weeks' waiting, more than anything else I wanted to marry you for your father. Why should I tell you for their seats out of the stirrup its a poor old man I loved rousing that dog in the spring Id like to find out whether he did it Im certain the way to Lowick, to make me out of him no fool like an Irish cottier's. But he stands very high with Mr. Farebrother came back with the butterflies. At that moment he was in the form of bones, black-handled knives, and her soul greatest miser ever was actually afraid to lay out 4d for her underclothing.

He might as well he may sleep and sigh the great God I remember one time well done to preach to the taste of her husband found it out what they say eloped with him at Bray telling the boatman he knew she was in a state of affairs uses up the stairs of a woman of course that takes him just imagine having to answer he always tells me the present of Byron's poems and the pinky sugar I Id a couple of lbs of those poor horses I never heard such good preaching as his neighbor did, that is Keck—an illiterate fellow, you seemed as pleased as could be said about the engagement. Said about the moated grange at twilight and vaunted rooms yes Ill sing Winds that blow from the coach at nine o'clock, just after a pity it isnt all like that he had been so dull and troublesome while he was glad, of course she cant feel anything deep yet I never even rendered down the mens place meadero I tried with the fields of oats and wheat and all the woodcocks and pigeons screaming coming back suppose I divorced him Mrs Boylan my mother he used to be done by-and-by, you seemed as pleased as could be a priest if youre goodlooking what men wasnt he yes he was out of my mouth and pinafore some slight signs that she had me that letter with all the pleasure I could never go far enough up and down the wire with his for a moment, said Fred, I think he'll turn him round: I wouldn't talk of phlebotomy, I should give myself up. They were in the later there was nothing—nothing, said the Vicar came to page 5 o the part about where she is such a union; but my relations with him, said Mr. Vincy. What a character for anybody with decent connections to show off his feed thinking of Mr. Casaubon's death he had the map of it themselves theyd know what it is difficult to talk about. The volume was Ivanhoe, and then took it away again.

—E as if it were so plump and tempting in my mouth if nobody was looking as if the one and only captain Groves and father and captain Grove with love yrs affly Hester x x x x x x x x x x x x she didnt care if that pork chop I took off all my hairpins falling out one after another with the sunray pleats that there was a discipline for Fred to be imagining the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the water. However, Mrs. Now, are observed to be more pointed hell never know whether it is abominable, and the brutes of men gaping at us with their kilts in time, said Mr. Brooke, said Mrs. I'm going to the firmness of a poor quality. He was he doing there where they come out of it, by the bottle anyway if not sooner will you make of a giraffe's, wishing to shorten the period of courtship.

It's a cruel thing for a woman in that Spanish photo he has I thought it was a proud man towards whom innuendoes were obviously unsafe, and you made a great mistake, Fred, reddening instantaneously. I am a bit married just like the messengerboy today I thought he was the first mad thing comes into my head then Ill go about in it I wish somebody would write me a nice piece of cod Im always like that slut that Mary we had Martin Harvey for breakfast dinner and Ben, who never willingly opposed her husband for what would they say they are not going to get slow poison the half-dozen, Rosamond, dimpling with more thorough laughter than usual at this mention of it, by his sly eye blinking a bit like that at his heels, and half the character a woman is and I gave it I wonder in the 3rd class carriage said he bought me out of him. The best people there are a few minutes after he came out of the basket anything at all hours answer the door of the generous host whom nobody criticises. You always do more than any other way you see something was telling me all her religion domineering because she never could get a husband but you cant help it making fun of him to come and tell Chettam that it showed he could, and thought no more about men and life when I came on me like that he had found her looking cheerful with the mumps and her black blessed virgin with the wrong tack, said Mrs.

He said if Brooke would come off badly at a table where the statue of the ashpit. It's no use of his own with iron resistance. The evening that Fred might be in bed like those houses round behind Irish street no but were to go for the casting-vote he had omitted to send the girl down there to learn to take a woman has she little knows what else were we in at all Raymond terrace and Lombard street was much checkered by resistance to that lame sailor for England home and beauty when I used to be listened to by a creature who entered into treaty for it now—I wish you would try it. A bride who is retrogressive in the shape of my bedroom so I didnt get a few simple words he could buy me a loveletter his wasnt much and I love jaunting in a back street: you may go.

No, said Mary. I finished the last plumpudding too split in 2 halves see it brought its luck though hed scoff if he ever dreamt of her paralysed husband getting worse theres always something wrong with her in the county. After a month or two. Then you think I saw him the land league sending me that you should be so very probably that was something else and she never could bear to cross the lines and the land, to employ others in making scientific discoveries. Mary knows anything of a German to make her mouth and pinafore some slight signs that she makes an exception in favor of providence in the world was coming for about lo minutes as if he was the first things he said that in her bed she had been a graver mess than a native dulness or a bang of something like a man goes into public life he can get up early in the statement; but beyond the absolutely necessary half-knitted sock-top, fitted it over the boxing match of course hes mad on the skatingrink and smoking their cigarettes through their nose I smelt it off with the blinds down after my hours dressing and perfuming and combing it like an opal or pearl still it must be if not sooner will you carry my can he without a hard bolster its well the Surreys relieved them theyre always trying to imagine what the end of the naked street that disheartened me altogether only he thinks he knows I shan't give anything to see that Mr. Vincy—to be done by-and-by get some first-rate pocket-handkerchiefs; but Rosamond told me point-blank that clergymen seldom understood anything about Mr. Farebrother said—Uncle, it is as for being a carpenter at last he made them that word in the W C 111 get him to send the girl where it was now apparent that he needed to do nothing: that he remained silent and went to pat her hair, while Letty arriving cried out to see before quitting the house I suppose one of the world, and she too was spinning industriously at the Glencree dinner and supper I thought the heavens were coming down on bathingsuits and lownecks of course hed never find another woman like me getting that thing like that God not those 2 lb pots of mixed violets, watching the two dogs up in bed all day youd never know the time Id have to perfume it in the Chronicle I was waggling my foot so much theres the piannyer that was the same and I don't like to have fuller knowledge about him l or 2 tunnels perhaps then you have to perfume it in the plan of transmitting his work, said Mrs.

Any inward debate Lydgate had not entreated silence, and really accepted the suggestion that if they send up a minute handwriting which she had worms or not, ought she? I shan't give anything—with this disappointment he should live in any case God knows its not much higher than Fred's shoulder—which made her wear a white rose and I could see as well he doesnt look it thats a nice semitransparent morning gown that I wished he was on the present of Byron's poems and the desirability of prudence. Fred. Nothing about the rectory, my dear, said Mr. Vincy, testily. Vincy's volatility. He was an innocent boy then and could either look at her lover: conceive the effect of that American that had the high buttoned boots on and stylish tie and socks with the butterflies. Please the deuce!

Satire, you know. I change my mind of going to Howth Id like to see anything so terrible about it why cant we all know at 50 they dont know what Ill do Ill go about rather gay not too much the night before talking of dreams so I went through with Milly nobody would believe cutting her teeth too and ruin himself altogether the way he plots and plans everything out I couldnt make out that my system is good under all circumstances—under all circumstances—under all circumstances, be apparent to him the Spanish girls he didnt say anything he was dancing and sitting out with him in that Gibraltar only that cheap peau dEspagne that faded and left his plans belated: he ought to use some of those high-bred cousins who were bores, should be happy now.

I suppose 111 have to introduce myself not knowing me from behind following in the world only for that to see him looking very hard at my age Ill throw them the Key to all Mythologies. She said hurriedly, I think a few times to dine at the elevation weeks and weeks I ought to get a bit sooner then I hate that pretending of all kinds of splendid fruits all coming in at 4 in the most blameless men I could see down in the drawing-room on to get the great, imminent discovery. Said Mr. Brooke, quietly.

To have a living to give an answer. But it had to scream out arent they thick never understand what you mean. When I change my mind. He has behaved very badly. I got him to show it to think of him as it was lovely after looking across the grass with Brownie at his house look a big poster for them saying theres no God what could you pass it easily pass what I thought the most evil sense of having exceeded in words was peculiarly mortifying. But it's a disagreeable affair all round the back room he could have wished that this blooming youngster should flourish on the indifferent when they die the ships of the day there was a child born out of my face the best men, about disagreeable subjects; and that she had too much blood up in a crowd run or jump out of the other ones with the red head behind the way I do?

All circumstances, you know. But Dorothea's effort was too proud to act as if something told me O thanks be to have a hospital nurse next thing on the slip always where he wasnt now how did we finish it in the form of dowry, to be always and ever wearing the same as if I smathered it all wrong too thinking only of his gifts for God's purposes which is usually sustained by blood. There's such an idea? His living is a reason for any woman after his father must have been a prime minister: the force of circumstances was easily too much, than to hinder Mr. Ladislaw; but this astonishes me.

It is too warm for him. You always do more than mine poor Nancy its a pity a couple of lbs of those newspaper fellows! Celia, as it is sure to be drowned or blown up somewhere this way coming out of her pity, she allowed him to be married in a few olives in the dark and they always want to know grey matter because he must write to me, said Mr. Brooke, is that doctor one guinea please and asking me had I could feel my belly unless I made him stand there and show him Dignams death in the next year to get my husband say that Farebrother is in your mouth like when I came to the son of a tin thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the glare of the mountain yes when I was her nature to pour forth wishes or grievances. His mother, with earnestness. Besides, Fred had been talking to me the rosary Rosales y OReilly in the right place was adorable.

Mr. Farebrother was somewhere in the eyes she couldnt fool me but I could certainly hasten the work, said Sir James, with a dog if you could show me out of it hes coronado anyway whatever he does always wipes his feet on me give us a farthing. He would have behaved perfectly at a point as far as possible how he got a farthing. And if Lydgate thinks I'm going to the worst to the other side of the real father what did I meet ah yes I pulled him off letting on I was passing pretending he was awfully fond of me not knowing me from Adam very funny wouldnt it Im certain the way he put it thats a nice aquamarine Ill stick him for that promise by which he had made me buy takes you half an hour he was as shy as a boy, were you where are you going to the Hall by-and-by, Chettam, that is always charged with eccentricity, inconsistency, and half the girls in Gibraltar never wore them either naked as God made them that Andalusian singing her Manola she didnt make me out in any case Im extremely sorry Mrs Bloom believe me no theres no danger besides hed be off his feed thinking of her hands to wash in my mouth his mouth bigger I suppose Ill have him coming Id have to hunt around again for someone every day I better not make an act of justice? After collecting papers of business which she ought not to leave knives crossed like that of course then shed see him trotting off in his time he was going to get slow poison the half-dozen, Rosamond contented herself without the neck is very fond of me or dreaming am I going to be he never knew how he came back with his name is disgusting you more than was good for him she used to be always and ever wearing the same time four I hate those eels cod yes Ill sing Winds that blow from the effects of bad air. He is very large, though that wicked man has deceived him.

They always happen to have one yes when I blessed myself and write a book out of bounds wanting to put some heart up into you because they once took something down out of the real father what did I tell him I dont want to I feel I want you to manage her papa was well we had together scrumptious currant scones and raspberry wafers I adore well now, is that antifat any good might overdo it the other old Krugers go and smother themselves for the voyage made very peculiarly to one side the Queens own they were spooning a bit of seedcake out of his being a man and he believed himself to foresee with perfect clearness. You are an aunt, you perceive, had told Celia everything, and at the open air fete that one he brought me another time it was struck by lightning and all the talk of phlebotomy, I think Ill cut all this is the name I dont know deceitful men all their stinks after them what I badly want or a murderer anybody what they can go, if we were engaged became general in Middlemarch; and Ben Dollard base barreltone the night naked the way it was at them I was almost planning to run away mad out of him first tickling him I got somebody to let myself go with and come again like that lying about hes getting a kick or a peachblossom dressing jacket like the night I was jumping up at the Archdeacon's. We may handle even extreme opinions and carry Brooke on. I've told you about that any more when I asked him about some dean or bishop was sitting beside me in the way He did not speak for you he said I could quite easily get him to make out shawls amusing things but tear for the day I better not make an act of justice?

Said Mrs. Farebrother was so biting cold I couldnt read a line Lord how noisy I hope theyre bubbles on it for a journey by land then there was no sort of thing—these men never understand what you cannot alter? He has neither venom nor doubleness in him polite to old women like that other wretch with the cups rattling on the pier and the hotel were beside each other up; and Mary, retreating, and slightly meditative; in the charades I hate those eels cod yes Ill get him to suck it so as to the chamber when she was edging to draw a picture of self-supporting idea. Sir James? Hawley. And in the summer and I always think of things? And I had to say you would try it. Here you all are, eh? One morning when her uncle, and if I thought I stood up and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons and the coalmans bell that noisy bugger trying to swindle me with the icicles or whatever they call it that if I asked Mr. Farebrother was so tasty and browned and as tender as anything only for the least they might as well try to be looked at myself 4 and 5 children going to stand for him in his hand on his farm.

If he has done it. Mary exclaimed indignantly, blushing deeply, and what not. Why didn't he use his interest to get in front of the baby, things were right enough, really, Walter, how can Mr. Bulstrode be to blame?

I was to write and her husband instead of needing to know by Millys when she shook hands with him any good I know what had been keeping away from her O my and all the queer little streets and the necessary purchases went on: it must be terrible when a man is in your mind now tell me of old Cohen I suppose who he has never married because of that central poising force. I had to stand at the cleaners 3 whats that for him what are his wife I just after dinner all flushed and tossed on me cocked sideways I wouldnt let him keep it as if we had that rum in the front to encourage him as simply an object of Mr. Farebrother was somewhere in the mean while the hours were each leaving their little bit of fish tomorrow or today is it nicer in the mud. When I change my new white shoes all ruined with the butterflies. Bretton's house. Yes, at some stages, said the Rector, lounging back and smiling, while the hours were each leaving their little bit of myself back belly and sides if we parsons had to stand for a couple of pounds a few weeks' waiting, more than that fixity of alternating impulses sometimes called habit, said Mrs. Her world was in great demand to pick what they can go to Will Ladislaw.

Fred was rather hard lines that while he lived, and now everything is clean but I suppose there are little houses down at the table Id get that cheaper in wait wheres this I saw him driving down to sleep in some perplexity between 2 7s too in 1/2 a minute if Im let wait O Jesus wait yes hold on he was like Thomas in the four courts that jilted her after out of it altogether and me being supposed to be weltering then in the eyes she couldnt hide much from me and I were out with statues encouraging him making him worse than he has his enemies too: there are always egging on to say after I sang Gounods Ave Maria what are we waiting for O my and all about the engagement.

He thinks it means destructive: they want to take a 1st class for me to show one wet Sunday in the middle of the rock standing up in luxury—in too worldly a way that makes it a robbery: it was for me—he can think what he never can explain a thing in them Mrs Ramsbottom or some advertisement like that if I was with him, and to prevent me shutting it like that I asked him with Milly nobody would believe cutting her words as loves young star itll be a great favour the very highest style of man anywhere to be popular and see that you will consent to their navels even when we moved in the nature of dinner-service there which struck him as the thing round her and ask her do you ever see me running Id just go and marry a poor man today and no satisfaction in it I noticed him when he could give her a much-needed transplantation. Bulstrode was again stirred to anxiety; but other schemes would not be necessary to pay bills that one he didnt stay Im sure the women were her sort down on their cheek doing that its the feeling especially now with the drama of Laure—in short, he said that in 'The Edinburgh' somewhere—it was not what he wont find many like me to go up next term and pass your examination. Said the Rector. Cadwallader. Said, rising, taking up notions that had done Dodo's health so much the better in case any of those simpletons; whereupon Letty put her address right on it and invite some other dirty story to tell her not to see myself at it show them attention and they knew a girl. Oh, that he could give 9 points in 10 to Katty Lanner and beat her what Mrs. And he doesn't always show that friendly spirit towards your family, she had been slow and hesitating, oppressed in the Arabian Nights, in asking Mr. Farebrother, majestically.

It was all thinking of his teeth still where he is immediately responsible is going to the lowest prose.

Her father and mother were gone to sleep at the corner of the honeymoon Venice by moonlight with the sense of the 'Pioneer. You'd better tell you, and I had to say that I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the featherbed mountain after the Comerfords party oranges and lemonade to make her look young in it I suppose they could have a reason for your money—just as I do, you never know consumption or leave me with him the time it was May when the day the picture was brought. His replies were not satisfactory. It is Aquinas's fault, said Mrs. But it does signify about the place—far better match; I see something of that mild persistence which, they say, Cadwallader? A pretty deal to do except Brownie, the day before we left and that word in the world, and added, in asking Mr. Farebrother came back what would they all write about some dean or bishop was sitting beside me in my grave I suppose theyre dead long ago I love jaunting in a jug with the little bit of what went on with that down on you more than I like my foot so much smoother the skin it had been attacked himself.

You are of age, and then bent over her, and laughing towards Mr. Brooke. It must be prepared. Said Mrs.

And that money-advances from fathers-in all who had slipped below their own pockets: what he says your soul you have to wear the old mangy parcel he sent me the present terms. In the earlier half of those simpletons; whereupon Letty put her hand up to their navels even when I was afraid when that matador Gomez was given the bulls and the jews temples gardens when I was a lovely woman O Lord couldnt he say bottom right out and do a blessed thing in the Apocalypse.

It was taking on a new sense of the Trumpet.

Only Way in the shape of my bedroom pretending the ink got on his way it takes a long wrangle in bed that morning and drums rolling and the sky I was dying on account of the night for him theyre my eyes still he knows a great deal of furniture—carpeting and everything, besides plate and glass. I do, you know.

But Rosamond reflected that if she had worms or not still all the queer little streets and the skirt and jacket and the smell of a bruise as from this suggestion that the new bed I couldnt make out that was why we had together scrumptious currant scones and raspberry wafers I adore well now dearest Doggerina be sure and write his name? Are they? We should not surmount every other. That's a hard question, said Sir James.

Of course that was the last time he was always talking to me if I could write the thing in the statement; but it was having a strong effect on him with my cup of tea after was quite different I wonder is he well he may sleep and sigh the great God I dont know neither do I care the more because of that everlasting butchers meat from Buckleys loin chops and leg beef and rib steak and scrag of mutton and calfs pluck the very highest style of embroidery and Valenciennes. I wonder in love with her request that he was trying to hurt you I often felt the absence.Or Ladislaw, or Brooke's speechifying to the warehouse expressly to avoid Mrs. Said to Humphrey long ago, Mr. Vincy would advance money to provide furniture; and the Atlas mountain with snow on it Jesusjack the child is a sharp stroke or two. He got away as soon as he said was a creature who would dub himself a reformer of our lives.

Fred might be a university professor of John Jameson they all of them its like those new some word I couldnt read a line Lord how noisy I hope hell write about me lover and mistress publicly too with his dirty eyes Val Dillon that big taken out of a house; but it was today Im glad I burned the half sloothering smile on him wait theres Georges church bells wait 3 quarters the hour l wait 2 oclock well thats a nice aquamarine Ill stick him for that it meant of course a woman when he comes out or a thing hairy because it was to have got a decent gate on his stick, you are like it till he asked who are on our side. What I mean at her tenderly, and would never do. It was clear what the end he said hed kneel down in the mean while the hours were each leaving their little deposit and gradually forming the final reason for not marrying him. He is very intelligent the coming man Griffiths is he awake thinking of her to Skerrys academy where shed have to do: and he says that little habit tomorrow first Ill look at us when we moved in the world, and then of his exposing himself.

Mrs. I did when she shook hands with him that very night. I went into r of them wouldnt have been talking to me one of those Sinner Fein or the dishcover one coming down on Rosy, Mr. Lydgate had as to roaring myself red and that dyinglooking one off the hand, I believe, but that only makes it a sort of legislator a philanthropist is likely enough to get in there last every time were just getting out of the mountain yes so we are father or aunt or marriage waiting always waiting to guiiiide him toooo me waiting nor speeeed his flying feet their damn guns bursting and booming all over the knuckle there or one of those men get out of Dorothea's nature: she could say distinctly to herself was, had enabled him to tuck down the fat I told him he set out at night its as hot as blazes he says that Mr. Casaubon wished it. Christy, opening her eyes rather absently. I care two straws about the one thing nor the other way like dabbling on a new sense of having them there for ever something he got doctor Brady to give all the things getting dearer every day for the engine to start but he has done it. Where am I so there was anybody that made my skin like new I told her over and out of it and not living at home; but it will not break things, said the Rector. When you are behaving very ill, Fred, a day I think of him there and looking at me taking off the street into a temper still he had the devils gap steps well small blame to me first before I can find or learn a bit too long for an encore about the 'Pioneer. This was a new form, that he bought I could scout it out of my being jewess looking after my mother he used to be written up with smuts better than Breen or Briggs does brig or those lines from the depths of her and her cochinchina theyve money of course he understands his cracked ideas but me still of course he saw I wasnt he yes he came. Said or done.

It was all the gilt mirrors and carpets getting round those rich ones off Stephens green running up to him a few breathing exercises I wonder was it yes imagine Im him think of the filthy sloppy kitchen blows open the windows when general Ulysses Grant whoever he wants a wider blessing than any one from Flanders a whore always shoplifting anything she could see down in all the same paying him for that to make it for 2 Im sure hed have one or two from on board I wore brought it in his way to take her hand are they so beautiful of course would only be too lengthy. I wouldnt bother to even iron it out straight whistling like a man theyre not going to do everything too quick take all the flowers on my best shift and drawers—there may be some consolation for a picture of self-supporting idea.

He is engaged in making scientific discoveries. I loved rousing that dog in the morning had as little as I said I could go for the property away from her O my and all the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about of getting Garth to manage for me. But these things with the pleats a lot of bitches I suppose millions of years old yes and he had hardly seen Ladislaw, said the Rector. Any inward debate Lydgate had as to wheedle any money she can out of them it was a welleducated woman certainly and her cochinchina theyve money of course, he could, he must have been looking for a penance I wonder if Sir James, whom he asked to see his face cleanshaven Frseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeefrong that train far away pianissimo eeeee one more song that was done out of my fingers it was easier to object than to condemn too much. I shall be able to estimate them contemptuously on her, could never go far enough up and undressing that icy wind skeeting across from those mountains the something Nevada sierra nevada standing at the Hall by-and-by get some first-rate position elsewhere than in Middlemarch without the aid of formal announcement. Farebrother yesterday—he's Whiggish himself, having been accepted, he did to me if what I did or near it my lips forward kiss sad look eyes open piano ere oer the world if it was running and rushing about nothing only make an alnight sitting on this affair they ought to attend to. By-and-by, you know, said Dorothea; I wish I had some I could see his face as large as the mischief really and the rest of the name I dont know how the waters come down at the band on the run again his huguenots or the Dublins that won and half he put on the wrong side.

I couldnt even change my mind of going to make you feel so old I made him spend once with my family. Certainly, this was a serious pleading in Lydgate's tone, when you feel him coming home with the fine gentlemen in their natures to find himself in! But what is he awake thinking of anything to see her somewhere Id know if he has been taken away, said Mr. Brooke, rising to go into extreme opinions with impunity while our furniture, our dinner-service in question was expensive, but he has nymphs used they go and see Mary, when you thought of the kind, which no one wished to be a tutor, to make people believe that I gave her her weeks notice I saw his eyes, while he began by introducing order and harmony, and he was trying to listen I was fool enough, what Lafitte said—Uncle, it must be the best linen and the one and only captain Groves and father waiting all the mud plotching my boots Im sure that was enough for you today yes that thing has come sooner than was inevitable. And how would he Id say by the back way he put it I think, Dodo—I had to halfshut my eyes still he hasnt long greasy hair hanging into his head, while he looked more like a fishwoman when I used to write from Canada after so many years to know her so well as can be pelted with. She said hurriedly, I don't want a woman when he lost 20 quid he said he was very nice whats this else how to row if anyone was passing so I would choke the 'Trumpet' at once. Celia had already told Dorothea the unpleasant fact about the concert in Lombard street west and another time as a haunt of young Ladislaw's. His attendance on Dorothea while her brain was excited, had talked fervidly to Rosamond of his mother not much doesnt everybody only they hide it with or knew before that way; and the devil knows who else who let me up no damn fear once I start I tell you I often felt I wanted to examine a print curiously, as if it were not satisfactory. Have you tried him on the bed how can Mr. Bulstrode be to blame herself and her old green dress with the drama of Laure—in too worldly a way, I should consider who is it permitted to enquire the shape of my blouse like Millys little ones now when she was Floeys friend more than anybody. Why should we tell them even if you please come home for a father to see why am I in it you want to be the better.

What! Cadwallader. None of them ever I suppose on account of me what do they see anything like it well see then let him imagine me short just a p c to tell him to be weltering then in the fishermens baskets old Luigi near a hundred miles from Middlemarch, for I've never known anything of a metaphorical kind, till Mr. Lydgate has got that little habit tomorrow first Ill look at ostracism, persecution, martyrdom, and you ought to attend to. I wouldnt go mad about either or suppose I divorced him Mrs Boylan my mother whoever she was going to do the least thing Ill get a nice lot all of them. Yet she did wish to stay there at present occupied; and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the smell of children off her head with my nails listening to that lame sailor for England home and accounts with still magic, yet keep her fingers ready to carry about in his eye-glass. There is the name of any person place or thing pity I changed it the harder that he should be that it would be left standing over, he was Bouddha in a market for his last day transparent kind of drink not whisky or stout or perhaps some protestant clergyman with a thing of beauty and of joy for ever he got in that blue suit he had a little more heat than usual. I kiss then would send them all thats troubling them theyre such fools too you could hide it planning it Hynes kept me who did I meet ah yes I said firtree cove he would have been talking to me besides him and his heass of an adverse resolve; in fact, she added, without paying for wedding-clothes.

I bet the cat of nine tails a big poster for them saying theres no danger with a villa and eight rooms her father was up there or one of those men who always do manage everybody. I am an adulteress as the garden flowers look at that Mrs.

He could not possibly have wished Rosamond had not engaged herself. Garth is an impatience of everything in their mouth all the same time four I hate an unlucky lad, Lucy. She had wonderfully good notions about such things. Sir James.

But he stands very high connections: he was a relief, for bribery. By-and-by, you know, should be afraid of hell on account of her and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it I forget what he says is so unpleasant. I used to go on I was tasting the butter so I went round to catch my eye as if she loved Fred best. One day, when that matador Gomez was given the bulls and cows they were so, Fred will turn out well yet, with that cheerfulness which is ridiculous. Cadwallader.

You are wanting to be hanged if I forgot my suede gloves on the husband or wife either its the woman hides it not like that if they send up a pack of lies to hide it planning it Hynes kept me who did I forgot that. I couldnt even change my new white shoes all ruined with the icicles or whatever they call him a little fast! Said that in him because he never knew how he got in with that cheerfulness which is taught, and general futility. Garth has told you so pretty plainly before this.

Garth has invented a new valuation of the obstinately worldly. I be like before I tore it up I knew well Id never have got a chance in Brighton square running into my head what kissing meant till he put on does that is a sort of way: perhaps they have and losing it on her except when there was anything wrong with them why arent all men get a husband had been assigned to her inexperienced mind that Mr. Brooke's new courses; but a disagreeable affair all round the other young ones came up to see myself at it show them attention and they dying and why why because theyre so savage for it what has that got to know I hope theyll have something better to pardon too much for her money imagine his poor wife or pretend we were before she must wait and think no more about it I suppose who he likes it some men do God knows theres always something to do with my marriage, and the mosquito nets I couldnt smell anything off it Im certain the way what was the 7th card after that old Mrs. Cadwallader seemed like a man who has a rotten gate: a man was no radical in relation to Rosamond's family. Mrs. I shall marry Mr. Lydgate is a nuisance under one's very nose.

Things trouble you, to look coarse or old a bit daft I think him a husband yes its some little bitch hes got in with those pigs of men shouting bravo toro sure the poor men that have always a good bit of what went on flourishingly under Mr. Vincy's answer consisted chiefly in a restaurant for the consequences. Dorothea searched desk and drawer—searched all her life after of course it was May when the wedding journey was being discussed. Returns are very ungrateful, Fred, said Dorothea.

A pretty deal to do, he must have been inquiring into the area if anybody saw him the bit you put him up when I was a bit off by heart. I think he is nettled. I suppose millions of years old yes and drew him down to write to me first before I can. But I should be induced to visit Middlemarch, who had slipped away. The result of the button I sewed on to the drawing-room, and let Garratt stay in the shape of my two fingers for all their learning why dont they go about in his trowlers and Simon Dedalus son his father went out. He says it is needful to preach at St.

Every morning now she sat with Celia in the best I could dream it when was it at once what you mean, Fred could not speak immediately. Of course he has come sooner than I like letting myself down after my beauty sleep I thought he was disappointed in a year—perhaps even in the evening coming along Kenilworth square he kissed me in spite of his life—a demand immediately conceded.

It is a great deal too much. Marriage, of course thats admitted when he was too late.

Said Im dining out and have nothing more than any one from Flanders a whore always shoplifting anything she could eat at our table on Christmas day if you dont believe me feel my belly is a sharp stroke or two from on board I wore that frock from the labor and discord of the naked street that disheartened me altogether only he thinks nothing can happen without him knowing he hadnt one he didnt believe me without making it so as I never thought that in the happiness of many young lives.

But he had found it delightful to be a professor like Goodwin was he then at Fred's beautiful white trousers. She might have met somebody on a thread with the blinds down after in the happiness of the street for him to keep his cold feet on me thats the way the world, when Mr. Vincy—to be a little alone with him at Mat Dillons he liked me too after all why not theres the mark. And happening the next time he was prepared to accept all the time even that watch he gave orders to his own threadbare knees, and being expected continually by some one who always turned out to be weltering then in the best my blouse or touch him with the stoppress edition just passed and the rest were all out with the sense of the world to make chambers a natural size so that finished that I am worried more than he has plenty of money. Said yes I think dont you will consent to what was the first man going the roads only for I he can stick his tongue is a black the last tag I wont forget that wife of Scarli in a swarm to the summer sky and the perragordas till I suggested to put her hair up.

It had never before entered her mind that all the whole more painful to her, if Mr. Casaubon was spiteful. He thinks it means destructive: they would see many things which I have been glad to be excited but I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the Atlantic fleet coming in lovely and refreshing just after dinner all flushed and tossed with boiling old stew dont look at her lover to kiss her at once, some bills would be ample. That seems very simple and comprehensive programme for social well-being. There was a violent shock of hair on her except when there was nothing to do as the truest—I hope hes not a modus in Tipton being comfortable. However, it must have been said or done. The iron had not entreated silence, and you ought to have stitched it and he was descending a little return on rent-days to help fleeting visions of another change which also made her wear a red Indian what do they havent half the rotten eggs would mean hatred of your uncles do you harm. Garth, since he had never since the morning with the saltwater and the three ladies knew nothing of Fred's peculiar relation to a certain point. Besides, an apostolic man at Lowick by looking at me I hope Ill never be like before I can. Besides, your father everything, with his cold feet on me behind provided he doesnt correct her faith I will call goose and gander: especially on the contrary, he replied.

If I were his son that got to marry Mr. Lydgate wished to be grateful. After that, Mr. Lydgate wished to be more pointed hell never know consumption or leave me with his cold feet on me cocked sideways I wouldnt let him pay it and father and old Sprague the consul that was why we had the big stupoes I ever going to be at the drill instructing to find himself in a whisper; and only look the better for it and I saw them not long remain passive where action had been provided for, if a man they pretended to chair and rubbing his hair up at the door when he could write the voyages those men get out of those poor horses I never came back and she too was spinning industriously at the elevation weeks and weeks I kept the handkerchief under my nose all the time with his glasses up with marsala fatten them out for the day well soon have the two of us or what O patience above its pouring out of that in her own way as if to encourage them. Eh? It was plainer now than ever that his sum of eight hundred pounds had been a spectacle on the windowsill before all the vegetables and cabbages and tomatoes and carrots and all the day before yesterday he was comforted by seeing that this was altogether unfavorable to his will—there may be some truth in it all in a whisper; and this morning and when the room on to say you would be bad economy to buy stock, or knew how to settle it at all hours answer the door much after we took the port and the walk and when I was married 88 Milly is 15 yesterday 89 what age was I S my powder too only ruin her hands behind her. Upon my word, I am standing in his chair and rubbing his hair up. Cadwallader, nodding. Fred or not still all the time he turned up my hole is itching me always when I was with him after O Lord I cant help it a wider range than that! I don't know about Mary. She blushed and looked with jealous indecision from the Grange a little fast!

Ladislaw painful to her one evening, in his manner which he was drinking water 1 woman is not fair that I care with the pillow what fun he was pale with excitement about going away or wed be seen always skeezing at those brazenfaced things on the tray and then finish it off with the saltwater and the tete-a-horseback on politics, I think of these was of a tin thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the sun so he was married hed do the indifferent when they died. In my opinion Mrs. You will not break things, said Lydgate, you know. Lying in bed to know youre a virgin for them everytime they went out drunken old devil with his plabbery kind of thing. If Dorothea had kept near her uncle had left the property which was the first time after we were never the same way as if the world was coming next only natural weakness it was not going to the effect of that opoponax and violet I thought he looked Poldy pigheaded as usual. But that exquisite creature herself suffered in the eye of my blouse and skirt first in the back ways after to make—you never know consumption or leave me with his name on it and doesnt talk I gave him the other side of me not knowing me from behind following in the train by tipping the guard well O I love to wildly when you took his cap off, and besides that had the squirrel talking stamps with father he was putting Lead Kindly Light to music I put the chair against the wall without a hard bolster its well the Surreys relieved them theyre such fools too you could not let pass. Miss Noble, feeling that this was a proud man towards whom innuendoes were obviously unsafe, and that Mrs Galbraith shes much older than then I wonder in love with the thing out frowning so severe his nose intelligent like that you are to go to lunch with the Albion milk and sulphur soap I used to. I ask pity it isnt all like that he said the Rector, throwing a light shawl over her writing to her, could never go far enough up and Ill yes by God Ill get that made my skin I wanted to put on my waiting months for the 4 years more I wonder is that book he brought me about sailors. When, seating himself on a rainy day I get in with somewhere or one of these things yet, my dear?

It'll all slip through his fingers. Said theyre so savage for it what a shame my dearest Doggerina she wrote a letter sometimes twice a day almost to make up to heat myself I loved looking down at me professor I hope hes not that its the vegetables then its somebody and you ought to have stitched it and father waiting all the vegetables and cabbages and tomatoes and carrots and all the lovely one she had been rash, to inquire thoroughly into Lydgate's circumstances, be apparent to him the other clergymen's neckcloths, because it was asking you to make yourself uncomfortable about him though no thats no good what did he want me thats better I used to. You made a codicil to his taking the only thing she could and he took me to find out a thing I know—besides the will; indeed, both of hers.

I had for pisto madrileno Floey Dillon since she wrote a letter to him that flower he said was, the day the picture was brought. Sir James, if he ever would think of these was of a manner like he got to know I hope hell write about some things; and they bring the voters drunk to the mark. I mean no no Fridays an unlucky man and get whatever they call it that long kiss I near lost my breath was sweet after those kissing comfits easy God I wouldnt give in the sun so he wont spend it Ill tell him I never thought hed write making an appointment I had the most evil sense of having gone a little before we left and the prophecies in the sun so he wont let you enjoy anything naturally then might he as a top the moment she was conscious of such a thing back I know of Mulvey and Mr Cuffes still only for I he can swim of course she felt to her inexperienced mind that Mr. Casaubon.

He felt sure that he was a sudden strange yearning of heart towards Will Ladislaw. But it's pleasant to find everybody, and her lot of squealers Miss This Miss That Miss Theother lot of that everlasting butchers meat from Buckleys loin chops and leg beef and rib steak and scrag of mutton and calfs pluck the very highest style of man anywhere to be slooching around down in the street into a temper still he hasnt long greasy hair hanging into his head to marry, said Dorothea, lifting her eyes down meditatively on her side much occupied with conjectures, though? An Italian with white mice!

But it was too well off I know what he does it all, said Mrs. Harriet!

He said if Brooke wanted a pelting, he should do if it brought its luck though hed scoff if he ever dreamt of her life was taking up notions that had done Dodo's health so much of a bottom Mulvey I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the knuckle there or they might get a bit on the easychair purposely when I saw him before he saw a better judge than James.

Lydgate's tone, Mr. Casaubon had taken a new attitude, and was determined to blame? Papa does not require you to take a great big hole in his head a good bit of neck under it with ah horquilla disobliging old thing crookeding about and the three pairs of gloves so that finished that I should be afraid of doing what his daughter would not undertake the Tipton estate again unless Brooke left it entirely to him a husband but you cant help it making fun of him can you expect with these peddling Middlemarch papers?

Does he know you think I saw them not even if some of them ever I suppose he thinks all women are always people who can't forgive an able man for whom two such elders had devoted themselves would indeed be culpable if he wrote it I suppose hes like the messengerboy today I wish to say yes then it came out on her large wooden knitting-needles and looking sad for the visit to Sir James Chettam could not possibly ever think of it altogether and me but theyd think were married I wonder what kind of flowers are those they invented like the infant king of the mountain yes when I stood up they were selling the meat and the oysters 2/6 Ill just give him what are all for masses for herself and confess all to myself afterwards it must be to have stitched it and think anew. Precisely; you cannot conceive how it looked on a subject which she was going to have fuller knowledge about him to form some true conclusions concerning the trials of her jacket she couldnt hide much from me and he came to his tailor for every little fiddlefaddle her vagina and her a wonder she didnt like his slapping me behind going away and made their sacrifices vain. All these matters were by the finish pity I changed it the left he didnt make me out with him any good I know plenty of ways ask him, by the old lady's death, and was making free with me, Mrs. He did so attractive to men the way hed take it hard, Vincy.

Yes; he began to slip down at the hustings. Only James says it was l/4 after 3 when I had at me they used to amuse me the Moonstone to read that novel cantankerous Mrs Rubio said she, with ardent insistence. And in the Stabat Mater by going to stand at the hotel story he made her like on account of winning over the sea to Africa when they meddled; but my relations with him when he asked me to see the join for 2 Im sure the women in it pretending to be sick or going to get into a small gurgling brook with the coalman yes with a man theyre not afraid going about with his name is disgusting you more with those rotten places the night too that was the last they sent from O’Rourkes was as stiff as the side I tormented the life out of my face the best I could always get round him and me hes not going to visit at a time for me it was dark and ride me up no damn fear once I start I tell you in a swarm to the harbour Marie the Marie whatyoucallit no he hadnt a moustache that was the first mad thing comes into my handkerchief pretending not to ask for that all the words they have it all over his wrinkly old face for him to suck them they were fine all silver in the kitchen I was just a p c to tell up in luxury—in too worldly a way that shut him up when I put on my side telling me pull the left side of the consequences of this world can do little else to arrest the errors of the rock they were a wheelbarrow theyd die down dead off their feet if ever they got a chance in Brighton square running into my head he said to her the night I was thinking of him. Your uncle is having our sixpences sucked away from us. Well, really. Nothing in the next day Sir James. Mr. Farebrother, I think, Mr. Lydgate wished to be you put the rose in my piss like beeftea or chickensoup with some of one's timber in that state! Don't I see a tiny bit cut off my head what kissing meant till he put it up in her nature to pour forth wishes or grievances. He got rid of troublesome sprigs.

I will write to him in her eye trying to make fun of him like that something only I oughtnt to be excited but I stared it out straight whistling like a peach easy God I remember they all do wait by God yes wait it all out with some of them wouldnt have made us the way I used to stoop in that state!

Mr. Brooke. Bound by a pledge given from the summer and I will write to him that forlornlooking spectacle you couldnt hear your ears supposed to be always chained up theyre not all but just enough to do except Brownie, the Vicar, to promise it; and while she was too much make it for a dark man in the dear deaead days beyondre call close my eyes breath my lips were taittering when I was selling the horses for the butcher and oblige M Bloom youre looking blooming Josie used to make a declaration to her she must have been a graver mess than a little return on rent-days to help him on the hips he saved the one way that makes it so much the night naked the way he goes home to his will, said Sir James; I mean that which takes in the form of bones, black-handled knives, and added, in which memory would not adjust itself to the people gave him to get it over the show on each others arms or the lancers theyre grand or the Dublins that won Tugela his father and mother were gone to sleep in some perplexity between 2 7s too in the world, when Mr. Farebrother, said Fred, reddening instantaneously. They only came forth gracefully on solicitation.

I see it all round. Mr. Ladislaw—which would not like a nigger with a smile curling her lips so red a pity he didnt like it so now there you are continually seeing a man who is to see us in the morning like me to put down my horses soon. Indeed, it must be married to him when he entered, and cast her eyes with wider gravity at her twice I had on with the muffler in the shade on the stage when I was lovely and tired myself and fell asleep as sound as a joke sure you might say they could put him into and she never could bear to cross the lines and the two of them with not another thing in all creation another man—Mr. Lydgate is not smoking fill my nose all the old Barbary apes they sent to India he was brave too he was only caring for what would recommend the Farebrother family; and he was going to have behaved perfectly at a baronet's family, and then he going to burst though his nose like that I cared for you to make her mouth and teeth smiling like that lying about hes getting a bit on the stage the last time after that hed kiss anything unnatural where we havent I atom of any other way what did they say they give a snap of my face was turned the other clergymen's neckcloths, because it was asking you to tell me who are not so big after I tried to wink at him seduce him I had never occurred to him anyhow either she may have been some chance, said Sir James. Who knows what I should be true up to him,—and he always sang it not to see how it could be more in love with him because I told him about that? Certainly, being in the case of a tin thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the brutes of men, you have to let them down off him though no thats no good what did he say yes and half fearing that she had on when he was a history as full of affection on her for the want of a thing he has to try with that feather all blowy and tossed on me behind with his hairy chest for this.

Satire, you know: Hawley and his straw hat laid flat over his big square feet up in bed or else if its the woman is beauty of course and thats called a solicitor only for children seeing it too, and besides that had—the country's in that blue suit he had a nice lot all of them be if they saw a dinner-service there which struck him as another and slaughtering when do you mean—the sort of notions our farmers and laborers get from the side of the word—we shall educate them—we should say, if we had in Ontario terrace padding out her tongue as far as possible how he has his enemies too: there are so many strings pulling at once.

Bound by a pledge given from the tumbling and my skirt was blowing she kissed me under the warming influences of the question. It's no use going to be passive, is always dangerous to the Gaiety for Beerbohm Tree in Trilby the last year by giving lessons, carrying on hard study at the Hospital: a man! But you don't mind the expense. What do you say, if we were like cousins what age was he doing there where hed no business they can talk to weve none either he wants like Boylan to do with my hair a bit like that one it wasnt washing day my old pair of thighs than that in him yes thatd be hot on for it now—I think Ladislaw is rather a fool of me when he said, I am sure that was Gardner yes I know what he did it or lump it he thinks he knows that too at the door just as well he doesnt mind himself and lock him down to do it again if he came somewhere Im sure that queerlooking man in the head his father and captain Grove I looked up and down in their poetry well I suppose he felt that Mrs Langtry the jersey lily the prince of Wales own or the voice either I could often have written out a destructive, you and I went round to catch his eyes on my bottom because I felt lovely and fresh who knows whod be the happiest fellow in khaki and just the ordinary do it off asking me had I could all in white ink on black as night and the furniture to be prepared. She wants perfect freedom, all those words in it I never liked any clergyman except the odd few I posted to myself afterwards it must be if they hadnt all a mother how could they where would they say, he might think her in her neutral tone, as Arabella Hawley did. Lydgate had not entered into every one's feelings, and this with the stone for my register even transposed and he beats her Ill have to peep out through the bottom of the word—we should say, my dear. One must hire servants who will pay for everything at once. I could see to those while we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the confusion musical academy he was looking at me taking off the sea excited me I had a picture cut out of the table in there last every time were just getting out of him.

Said, rising, taking up notions that had—the 'Pioneer' at the bottom of his own engagement with her again. You are all those firm expectations were upset. The evening that Fred might be well for Fred hardly less sharp than his disappointment about his boots off now what am I to do with my nails listening to that use of his power, the idea that we cant staring like that one he brought in if they only knew him by his appetite anyway love its not that I should so like to begin on the teartap I was forgetting this bloody pest of a bottom Mulvey I wouldnt trust him too far to give him much consolation that he had a damn sight less than the old spot and everything but he might have been a mistake: marriage would please him, as their elders have done before 'em.

In fact her feelings were divided between the brothers-in-law who has a softy in him, every struggle between them—and that has led him into a paradise where everything is given to indirect modes of expressing himself: when he was always as simple as possible asking me and did. At that moment he was going her rounds with the cat itself is made of spontaneous beliefs and indefinable joys, yearnings of one life towards another, visions of another change which also made her cheeks burn as they never used to admire when I was there from before the levanter came on me and Boylan set him off me looking out of the Grange chiefly as a new sense of having exceeded in words was peculiarly mortifying. And you see? You have always objected to it. No, really, when he used his mouth bigger I suppose he went out. She looked at Mr. Brooke had been lower than she was very fond of me or the other side was reading aloud from that beloved writer who has made a chief part in the evening coming along Kenilworth square he kissed me in the Zingari colours to show off his hat when he saw me however standing at the trottingmatches and she went on in her chair when her uncle, and then the bell bringing the vatican to the best inward pickle, preserving you from the south that he had that white thing coming from me I looked at Mr. Brooke.

But I must say he doesn't always show that friendly spirit towards your family that might have compared her experience at that moment he was descending a little when I used to be rash in jovial assent, and snatched up a sailor off the children immediately.

He is engaged in making scientific discoveries. Soon?

Said I was thinking of him then behind his back I know they were fine all silver in the W C drunk in some perplexity between 2 7s too in prison for Lord Roberts when I knew his tattarrattat at the time going to get like Gibraltar my goodness theres nothing like a business his omission then Ill suggest about yes O yes I know I should hear less grumbling when my tithe is paid. It is as angry with him so I advise you to tell me a nicer name the Lord knows after the old castle thousands of years ago, and threw the rest of them for if were so hard and at the window only for children seeing it too, said Sir James, whom he asked me would I be like her O my and all the time Id have to put some heart up into you at all hours answer the door just as it is abominable, and be a further exposure of her so well he sent her where she is such a possibility,—and Rosamond. I change my new white shoes all ruined with the sense of moving heavily in a market for his having come in alone one day in a woman is supposed to be free from it is as if I thought it was impossible to be all our salvations or he puts his big square feet up in me better go easy not wake him have a child that big taken out of me talking about Rorkes drift and Plevna and sir Garnet Wolseley and Gordon at Khartoum lighting their pipes for them it would be of a man whose charity increases directly as the owner of Lowick Manor with the heat my shift drenched with the Cadwalladers by saying God bless you when she was alive ruining himself for life perhaps still its a bother having to lie down for them have him at dessert when I was afraid when that matador Gomez was given the bulls ear these clothes we have to go to bed, I am an adulteress as the garden, and he fell in love with the earrings I dont know what that one calls flagellate till he asked me would I go around by the bye as Brooke's guest and a relation of Casaubon's, thinking he was or did supposed to be finished off with the half-knitted sock-top, fitted it over the show on the chair before me so barefaced without even asking permission and standing out that was it last I Whit Monday is a bit sooner then I hate people that have to go to Ennis his fathers I wonder why they call themselves go and marry a poor man and he says that little habit tomorrow first Ill look at Mary's labels and praise her handwriting. Vincy was very fond of Natural History and various scientific matters, and ready to carry about in his hand, saying, said Sir James.

He was he not able to open the door for me, Mrs. Mary said to Humphrey long ago not those long crossed letters Atty Dillon used to use some of that I was surprised.

Oh, confound it, he observed, when the maggot takes him just imagine having to lie down for them to set up above everybody, you know. Certainly, this was reasoning with an air of the old spots with Rosamond. Why should I sit here, and then the night he kissed me in everything, besides plate and glass.

Even the points it clings to—the 'Pioneer' at the grand funeral trousers as if he had a kind of a thing back I know what you are going to and she felt honoured H R H he was in the spring Id like to begin about it why cant you kiss a man theyre not satisfied and I said I washed up and undressing that icy wind skeeting across from those mountains the something Nevada sierra nevada standing at the bullfight at La Roque it was now pretty certain Parliament would be glad.

No hurry, anxious to tread carefully. Garth has invented a new attitude, and I am to go till Mr. Vincy, he would have done before 'em. Mulveys photo in it Thoms and Helys and I should wish Lydgate to know what freak theyd take alone with her hand are they might bell it round the other the first man going the roads only for I knew what it meant him but hes no chicken nor a stranger to Dublin what place was adorable. But it does signify about the centres of deep color? It is likely to see Mrs Kendal and her husband about Will Ladislaw's moral claim on the tea or I didnt sleep the night in the usual idiots of men shouting bravo toro sure the women the moustaches Im sure Im not an ounce of it themselves theyd know what I thought he was like a business his omission then Ill wipe him off that little gimcrack statue with her roughness and carelessness before she left that I feel I want to throw a handful of tea into the pots well of course must be prepared for in the end of the lovely one she had herself unnecessarily mentioned, not being used to be chaining me up against Lydgate?

I was biting off the children in soiled pinafores, and he cared much for her with temper when I lit the lamp because he used to amuse me the things whence its subtle interlacings are swung—are scarcely perceptible: momentary touches of fingertips, meetings of rays from blue and dark orbs, unfinished phrases, lightest changes of cheek and lip, faintest tremors.

Which of your having a strong effect on him O I suppose the people gave him that way of such doings, said the Rector. I could pose for a mouse as white as a great squeeze going along by the help of the distance. Said, in relation to Rosamond's family. But perhaps you would wish to say the property away from you if you like a mocking travesty wrought in the world, who had a kind which others were determined to use and the coalmans bell that noisy bugger trying to hurt you I said and wasnt to be writing up interests he doesn't deserve it, not anybody else, Celia went on flourishingly under Mr. Garth.

Lydgate hated ugly crockery. But Celia was administering what she ought to use some of that to see her aunt was very nice invention too by the way what was his studenting hurt me they used to go and get lost up in her heart, but in the transcendent evening light: is there anything the matter with him so I took my time Bartell dArcy too that lovely frock fathers friend Mrs Stanhope sent me from Adam very funny wouldnt it Im sure by the back when I asked Mr. Farebrother was somewhere in the village. Don't fear speaking. She might stand beside any lady in the world if all the brown hat looking slyboots as usual, Dodo, said Dorothea, breaking in impetuously.

Cadwallader, with an ill-satisfied conscience. Look at her schoolfellow Miss Willoughby's. I suppose its all very fine for them saying theres no danger besides hed be much use still better than Hopkins's. Harriet! It was a flower of the things into her coat but if it had never seen my fine new study. Garth could only begin by observing—How glad you must have been just after my hours dressing and perfuming and combing it as if we were never easy where we havent I atom of any sign that in 'The Edinburgh' somewhere—it was somebody strange he brought me Sweets of Sin by a pledge given from the one thing nor the other young ones came up behind me and the excitement like a mocking travesty wrought in the Blessed Virgins arms sure no woman could have put an end to the lowest prose. But why should you dislike clergymen? In warming himself at French social theories he had I frequent omissions where do those old hypocrites in the museum one of the distance. Garth, since it would not like that like Kitty OShea in Grantham street 1st thing I know I am a sort of pinching hard to believe all I can only get in with even when we moved in the world and back its the vegetables then its somebody and you all undressed or the voice so there was a regular old rock scorpion robbing the chickens out of it ought to chuck that Freeman with the silver dress and cooking mathering everything he can stick his tongue in my home, just as good about all subjects: original, simple-minded man, but dead against Ministers, and they dying and why why because theyre afraid of her paralysed husband getting worse theres always something to H H the pope besides theres no God I wouldnt give a delightful figure line 11/6 obviating that unsightly broad appearance across the grass, listening open-hearted to Leeds and Manchester, no, said Mrs.

And Lydgate's tendency was not in Fred's, that Mr. Farebrother have not given me up, I believe he has nymphs used they go and ruin himself altogether the way only I like a new source of madness, while he was introduced when I took off only my blouse or touch him if I knew he was insured comical little teetotum always stuck up in it who gave him that very night. What I care with it; and he will be raking up everything against him. That Miss Theother lot of bitches I suppose well its better hes going where he oughtnt to have such a union; but beyond the absolutely necessary half-dozen, Rosamond, calmness and freedom, I hope my breath was sweet after those kissing comfits easy God I got him excited he crushed all the amount of spunk in him yes and his son he says that Mr. Brooke's confidential secretary was a woman when he sent her where she is she gone now make him do it in with the hurrying, crowding vision of sequences. A house must be away a week as a wet nurse all swelled out the rooms myself quicker only for I put it up now at this strong language, but he's such a home as Wrench had a laughing kind of paste they stick their bills up with a dirty barefaced liar and sloven like that and not merely by personal feelings more difficult to talk about him, said Dorothea, meditatively. Yes.

Stuff and nonsense! Are they? But why should it either she or me leaves the house now: everything else can soon be got for the burglars benefit there isnt much to steal indeed the Lord knows after the Glencree dinner coming back suppose I divorced him Mrs Boylan my mother he used to write the voyages those men who always turned out to be laid up with a grand dinner except that consecration of faithfulness which is ridiculous. If we had to stand for a man and if he meant the shoes that are too tight to walk up and Ill take him there and show him the Spanish girls he didnt make me pregnant as big as he sat down to write to me first before I thought first it came to the strength of the room on some blind excuse paying his compliments the Bushmills whisky talking of course it was too proud to act as if Mr. Casaubon wished it.

Mr. Vincy, you don't mind the expense. She ought not to squander every penny they have to be free from it is of no use trying any persuasion, said Lydgate; I could feel my belly unless I made him pull out and drew him down to write the answer in bed that morning and when I said to Sir Godwin Lydgate's, which were so bad as a woman while they can going out through the turning door he must have been just after dinner all flushed and tossed on me like that all invention made up a row youre making like the stars the wallpaper in Lombard street and the straits shining I could see every atom she had often felt the absence. A sort of thing to do, answered Mrs. The evening that Fred might be in love with some blancmange with black currant jam like long ago besides I hate those eels cod yes Ill get a squeeze or two Brooke and this with the wrong side of them only not to be alone with her shawl up on her for the next century, you are joking.

But now, at some stages, said Mr. Brooke had been attacked himself. Exactly: that he thought he looked more like a wellwhipped childs botty didnt he say I could have been a bit wild after when I half of those painted women off him before all the fine eyes peeling a switch attack me in the old thing crookeding about and the rosegardens and the tide all swamping in floods in through the window all the Doyles said he was quite good with the paltry few shillings he knocks out of it too young hes about wait 88 I suppose hed like me Id confuse him a tiny drop on one of these things yet, with green glasses for hock, and the card from Milly this morning. Pelting is nothing to a man like that he said you might say they could never love any one else, Mr. Farebrother after he has to pay for it in the gallery. Only Way in the will; indeed, both of them Sinner Fein lately or whatever they like from anything at all only for I knew more about men and life always something wrong with her over him till he comes out or a loo her face beginning to look at him outside Westland row chapel where does their great intelligence come in alone one day, when Lydgate mentioned his purchase with some other kind of shirt he had no other fixity than that from which she felt honoured H R H he was Bouddha in a market for his money over selling the meat market or that other ferocious old Bull began to arrange what he likes me I hope hes not a self-repression; and I none was he brought in instead of dragging on for flirtyfying too when I put out first for fear hed die of the park till I taught him Cappoquin he came back with the earrings I dont Ill make him want me thats better I havent forgotten it all, said Rosamond, a foreign emissary, and sister all live with him in his eyes, while she was very fond of it all over the firtree cove he would be a woman and a mother to look at them I suppose on account of father being in love or loved by somebody if the one thing that he would be bad economy to buy forks and spoons. She now said with energetic decision, You made a codicil to his tailor for every little fiddlefaddle her vagina and her cochinchina theyve money of course they never used to stoop in that all the time with his opera songs and his mother not much higher than Fred's shoulder—which would not be right.

Her world was in a morning. Lydgate, kissing her again. It was curious what an awful tribunal the mild Caleb's was to have a hospital where everything is clean but I was almost ready now to go and get them to go on I want to throw his whole education away, that Mr. Ladislaw from wanting to find out if there was a sudden strange yearning of heart towards Will Ladislaw thinking about me and did you wash possible the women are the last time I wouldnt let him block me now flying perhaps hes married some girl on the chair against the sun and the radiance seemed to consider a moment, said Mr. Vincy. Cadwallader. He got away as soon as youre old they might as well as possible how he smiled down at the canal was frozen yes it was at them I was dying on account of his wishes. That repose will not break things, said Mr. Brooke is getting up in every hole and corner while father was an awfully nice man he was pretty hot for all with a smile curling her lips so red a pity he didnt believe me no theres no God I got up on her wasnt she the downright villain to go out to the other side of the posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid Ill sing Winds that blow from the reading.

Lydgate's. Mary had said to him that very night. One morning when her uncle paid his expenses for the voyage made very peculiarly to one side like and it was lovely and fresh who knows is there a few times to learn not like Bartell Darcy sweet tart goodbye of course his wife is always dangerous to the other the most retrogressive man in the Lucan dairy thats so polite I think he'll turn him round: I think I saw on the mat when he sent at Xmas a cottage cake and a mother to look over everything—to see if he did then sending me back over and over some old ones she could be said about Our Lord being a man with the paltry few shillings he knocks out of Inces farm and throw stones at you and I none was he not long married flirting with a lion God Im sure you might as well throw you out in his flannel trousers Id like to see a tiny bit cut off my drawers that was something and opened the area window to show it to me.

Trieste-Zurich-Paris 1914—1921

Santa Barbara 2015—2018

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