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the-froschamethyst4 · 1 year ago

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Just you and I

➤Day 15

𖤐Pairing: Gomez! Alejandro x Morticia! F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Smut, NSFW, kissing, married couple, language, a slight breeding kink, P in V, semi fingering, eating out, drinking, jealousy,

𖤐Summary: Alejandro and Y/n got into the Halloween spirit and dressed up as an iconic Halloween couple, Gomez and Morticia Addams.

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Alejandro was getting dressed up to become Gomez Addam, putting black eye shadow under his eyes to create Gomez's eye bags. He slicked back his hair and fixing his suit, he looks so perfect.

He walks downstairs to where is wife Y/n was, she was sitting on the couch watching Nightmare on Elm Street. He walks in front of the TV catching her attention immediately.

"Alejandro!" She yells.

"Alejandro, I am Gomez Addams and I need my beautiful and deadly love of my life, Morticia Addams," Y/n giggled at him and got off the couch heading upstairs.

She found a skintight black dress and matched the makeup to Morticia and did everything else to look like Morticia Addams. She grabbed black heels and walked downstair to Alejandro who was watching the rest of Nightmare on Elm Street.

"I am here my Gomez," Y/n said as she internally cringed a little bit (I say this bc I did).

Alejandro looked up at his wife and smiled at her, he made grabby hands pulling her by her waist and let her sit on his lap, he grabbed her arm and kissed from her wrist all the way up to her neck.

"Ale-"She moans at his lips being so gentle on her.

"Should we even do Trick or treating? I rather have you tonight than pass out candy," he said, kissing her collarbone and then her chest.

"We can't leave the bucket on the porch someone my steal the candy," Y/n said.

"Sure, we can, we can just leave a note saying our doorbell has a camera on it and will track them down if they steal the candy," Alejandro said.

"You would put a note-"

"Well, we also have Soap's party tonight as well."

"We might as well put a note saying we don't have candy," Y/n said as Alejandro rested his chin on her chest and looked up at her.

"Mi amor, we have enough candy to feed two army's," he said, kissing her chest again.

"Okay, pass candy out the most we can, leave the candy and a note on the porch so we can leave for Soap's party," Y/n said as Alejandro nodded and kissed between her breasts.

Ding Dong

Y/n looked at the door seeing some silhouette behind the glass.

"Alejandro, let me up," she said as Alejandro leaned his head back letting her up and grabbed the big bowl of candy, and opened the door.

"Oh wow, you guys look amazing," Alejandro smiled at his wife complementing the kids and their costumes.

"Okay have fun trick or treating," Y/n waved the kids and already tired parents off.

She walked back to the couch where Alejandro was and sat back on his lap but were interrupted again. Y/n giggled at Alejandro throwing his head back again but this time he got up and passed the candy out.

Alejandro placed the bowl next to the front door and back towards Y/n. She smiled at her husband and opened her arms; he laid on top of her, her arms wrapped around his neck, his hand went to the slit on dress caressing her smooth, soft thigh.

"God, I want to have you right here and right now," he said, kissing her neck.

"Not now," she said. As Alejandro groaned. "We have to get everything ready for Soap's party," Y/n said as Alejandro got off her and she headed to the kitchen. Y/n was going to make Jack O' Lantern and Witch Cookies for a sweet treat and then some cheese dip.

Alejandro was flipping through another movie to watch, and he picked The Nun. He walked to the kitchen and saw the cookies sitting on the counter and looked at Y/n with a mischievous smile on his face as Y/n was making the dip.

Y/n turned hearing Alejandro behind her, and she watched him take a raw cookie dough and popped one in his mouth.

She gasped and smacked his hard chest. "ALEJANDRO!"

He laughed and ran back into the living room.

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Alejandro held Y/n close to his body as he was the test dummy on trying her cheese dip, Alejandro liked how she made it but sometimes wished she made it a tad bit spicier. She grabbed a spoon and blew on it and brought it too Alejandro's mouth.

"Is it good?"

"It's perfect, mi amor."

"Is it too spicy or just, right?"

"It's just right, no one's mouth will be on fire, and we'll probably not have any left over."

"Okay," she smiles as Alejandro went back to the couch but quickly got back up when there was a knock at the door, he knew it was trick or treaters.

Y/n was now scrapping cookies off a pan and placing them on a cookie plate and covering them with plastic wrap. She then moved the dip onto a bigger bowl and grabbing a lid to cover the bowl and she also grabbed some chips and placed them in a big bag.

"Alejandro go ahead and grab what drinks you want and place them in your cooler, and we'll get going," she said as Alejandro darted to the garage refrigerator and grabbed some beer and pouring ice into a smaller cooler he used for fishing.

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Y/n grabbed a piece of paper and a sharpie writing on the paper.

To Trick or Treaters Please only take one piece of candy so everyone can get one.

Alejandro then took the sharpie from her hands. "You're being too nice." He said.

PS: We also have a doorbell camera that will be on at all times, and we do get notifications if someone shows up at the door if we see someone snatching the bowl or taking more than one piece of candy, I will personally track you down.

"That was too harsh," Y/n said.

"No, no it's not, it gets right to the point," he said as he placed the bowl outside and placed the note right in front of the bowl of candy. "Alright, let's get going," he said, clapping his hands together and they locked up the house and now headed to Soap's party.

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Y/n and Alejandro arrived at Soap's party; Y/n was immediately pulled away from Alejandro to drink with some of the spouses of the people there, she took a shot of vodka and a chaser of coke.

"Wow," Y/n said.

"Goddamn that's strong," a girl said.

"Holy fuck," another said with tears in her eyes. Everyone laughed and had fun.

Alejandro was playing pool with Soap, Ghost and Gaz. Ghost was dressed up as the Grim Reaper, Soap dressed as Bob from Bob's Burgers (Don't ask) and Gaz was dressed as Chucky.

"Soap, remind me why you are dressed up as Bob Belcher from Bob's Burgers?' Gaz asked, leaning on his pool stick.

"Because I forgot to go costume shopping so, I had a white t-shirt, black pants and a white apron, so I decided with Bob Belcher," Soap said, hitting the strip balls.

"Alejandro, did Y/n make you dress up as Gomez?" Gaz asked.

"Nah, actually I did, I had the suit," he said.

Y/n sat on the couch with a drink in her hand, her soft thigh exposed, and she looked like she was having phone, every now and then she'd look down at her phone because she'll get a notification about the front door.

Alejandro loved Y/n. she looked beautiful, and she looked like she was having fun. He watched anytime she took a sip of the drink till he was bumped by Ghost.

"You're up," he said as Alejandro went back to playing pool.

Y/n and the girls all got together to take some photos, you looked like you were having fun with everyone, even Price got in on some of the fun taking photos, drinking with the girls, he sat between the girls his arms behind the couch as some got close to him pushing themselves onto him.

Alejandro kind of felt jealous seeing Y/n push herself onto Price, obviously not trying to do anything just having fun. Price waved bye to the girls as he went to the small bar pouring himself a drink and watching the pool game.

"Price take my spot," Alejandro said as he passed the pool stick to Price.

"Sure, what are you?"

"Solids," Alejandro said as he walked towards the girls. "Mi amor, I need your help with something really quick."

"Sure," Y/n put her drink down and grabbed Alejandro's hand and walked towards the bathroom together, no one notice going in together.

"Why are we in the bathroom?" She asked.

"Because I need help with this," he pushed himself against her, she felt his hardened dick against her thigh.

"A-Alejandro."

"You look so hot," he leans down and kissed her neck, her hands rested on his shoulders. "I did say I wanted you, tonight," he said, kissing her lips now.

His hands went up her dress and squeezed at her thighs then pulled down her black thong and tossed it on the tile flooring. He moves her dress up exposing her clit to him. He smirks and starts to lick between her folds.

She moans and grabs a handful of his hair. He smirks and shoves 2 fingers inside of her, her hand grips tighter on his hair. He starts to move his fingers quickly in and out of her earning a soft moan from her and her thighs wants to squeeze around his head.

He moved his mouth from her clit and continued to shove his fingers quickly in and out of her, she covered her mouth to muffle her moans from letting everyone hear her. Alejandro stood up kissing her lips again.

"Ahh! A-Alejandro," she moans as she heard him messing with his belt and shoving his dick inside of her. He removes his fingers and licks between his fingers tasting her.

"God, you taste so good, mi amor," he said. Alejandro loved her moans and loved seeing her eyes roll back. He cups her face to kiss her again as he thrust inside of her.

"You wanna know something, mi amor?"

"Y-Yes?"

"When you were passing out the candy...and...and you were so sweet to them...it...it made me realize how f-fucking sexy you'd look...if you were carrying around...my baby inside of you..." he said through thrusts. His hand even rested on her stomach as he could also feel himself inside of her.

"Y-You want me p-pregnant?"

"Yes, mi amor...with m-my baby..." he said with a smirk on his face. He thrusts a bit faster, and she threw her head back. She leans forward wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his lips. His hands rested on her waist and moved down to her butt squeezing her again.

He picks her up and slams her back against the wall, she moans as he starts thrusting up into her, his tip just barely hitting her g-spot. She muffled her moans again and felt herself close to coming.

"Oh fuck, mi amor," he moans as he came inside of her. He left himself plunged inside of her, she soon came on his dick, she bit her bottom lip trying to muffle her moans.

Alejandro cupped her face and kissed her lips.

"God, I can't wait for you to fucking grow with my child..." he growls.

"I-Is the real r-reason you wanted to f-fuck me was because you g-got jealous of Price?"

"Why were you pushing your boobs in his face?"

"We were having f-fun, Alejandro," she smirked, cupping his face.

"Oh, I know, but we just had a bit more fun," Alejandro said, kissing her again.

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Alejandro and Y/n got out of the bathroom everyone still laughing and having fun, Y/n sat back next to the spouses as Alejandro joined on a new game.

"Y/n what took so long?"

"Alejandro needed more beer," Y/n lied.

"Jesus, men and their beer," one girl rolled her eyes.

"Agreed," the spouses all got up heading to the kitchen and getting food, some sat at the table as the rest went to find their spouses. Y/n walked towards Alejandro with a plate full of food, he smiled and leaned against the wall with Y/n leaning against him and feeding him the food.

"Is it good?"

"Yes, mi amor," he said, kissing her temple.

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The party was over, and Y/n and Alejandro were heading back home, Y/n was asleep in the passenger side as Alejandro drove with one hand on the wheel and the other on her thigh.

He pulled into the driveway and opened the door and looked into the candy bowl seeing probably only a few pieces of candy left. He smirked hoping when he looks back at the footage everyone got ONE piece.

He went back to the car and got everything out of the car. He placed them inside the house and opened the passenger side door and picked up Y/n taking her to the bedroom.

"Mmm~?" Y/n stir awake.

"Oh shh~ mi amor, I've got you," he said, removing her dress and getting her into a nice, soft oversized t-shirt.

Alejandro removed his suit and fixed his hair back to the way it was before. He got under the covers and pulled Y/n's tired and drunk body closer to his.

"Good night, mi amor," he said, kissing the top of her head and finally falling asleep.

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8:00AM

Y/n was awake looking over the doorbell footage from last night, everyone reading the note some laughing at the PS that Alejandro left and then by the end of the night, Y/n caught 2 young teens snickering and laughing at the note and then processing to grab two handfuls full of candy and shoving it in their bags.

She gasped and went upstairs where Alejandro was and showed him the footage.

"Alejandro," she said, waking him up.

"Hmm? What?" He said, in a tired voice and looked at his wife showing him the footage. "Oh, those little shits," he said, making Y/n laugh.

"Hey, we didn't get any more kids after that," she said.

"Still those punks."

"Are you going to keep your promise and go hunt them down?"

"Maybe..."

"Well, good cause it's the Wilson's kids three houses down."

"How in the hell did you know that?" He asked.

"Because I saw their costumes their moms posted on Facebook last night."

"Welp, I know what I'm doing," he jokingly said.

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avorragule · 11 months ago

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LitBC Part I - German and English translations my observations

Having read Part 1 Jaehee of the German version two times since last Saturday and the English version once today, i feel like I have read the same story.

To me there is a bit of a tonal difference where the German version feels a bit more colloquial than the English version. Although that could be because I am a native speaker of German and therefore the indicators for that in English might not be as obvious to me.

Both translation have the English title 'Love in the Big City' they both number the Parts as opposed to being only titled in the original. English uses quotation dashes like in Korean while German uses guillemets.

Some differences in the translations stood out to me, in particular:

The drinking rule "I had a funny drinking rule back then—I would do anything I was told by whoever bought me a drink" (p. 3) "Es war die Zeit, als ich die Gewohnheit hatte, jeden Gefallen zu erfüllen, solange man mir einen ausgab" (S. 10) 'It was at the time when I had the habit to fullfill any favour as long as I was treated to a drink'

Why did they develop a relationship "After my defense of her sort of outed me" (p. 5) "Nun, wo wir so unvorhergesehenerweise ein Geheimnis miteinander teilten" (S. 13) 'Now that we unexpectedly shared a secret with each other'

How close they were when they moved in together "which meant the closest person we had at the time was each other" (p. 13) "war unser Verhältnis so unkompliziert und vertrauensvoll, wie man es sich nur denken kann" (S. 21) 'our relationship was as uncomplicated and trusting as one can imagine'

The Olympic sport "Since I hated losing, and since I was into booze and men to begin with ..." (p.14) "[W]eil ich von Natur aus nicht gern den Kürzeren zog, beziehungsweise besser gesagt, weil mir einfach der Sinn danach stand" (S. 22) '[B]ecause by nature I didn't like to lose, or rather in other words, because I just felt like it, ...'

The finishing sentence "that Jaehee didn't live here anymore" (p. 48) "Diese Jaehee war nun nicht mehr da. (S.58) 'That Jaehee was not there anymore now.'

#litbc book club #love in the big city #text float

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tawakkull · 4 months ago

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SPIRITUALITY IN ISLAM: PART 26: HAYA (MODESTY)

Sufis use haya, which literally means shame, bashfulness, and refraining from saying or doing anything improper or indecent, to describe one who, out of fear and awe of God, seeks to avoid displeasing Him. It urges one to be more careful, self-possessed, and self-controlled, for such restraint, if originating in feelings of modesty, result in paying God the respect He deserves. If these feelings are absent or lost due to familial or environmental influences, it will be difficult to develop them.

In the light of the explanations above, modesty can be divided into two categories: an innate or instinctive feeling of shame, which prevent people from engaging in what is considered shameful and indecent, and modesty originating in belief, which constitutes an important, deep dimension of Islam.

Does he not know that God sees (all things)? (96:14)

and consciousness of God’s constant oversight:

God is ever watching over you (4:1),

it cannot last long, for its endurance depends on belief. This essential relation between modesty and belief was expressed by God’s Messenger, who told a Companion after hearing his advice on modesty to another man:

Leave him, for modesty comes from belief. [ Al-Bukhari, “Iman,” 16; Muslim, “Iman,” 59; Abu Dawud, “Adab,” 6 ]

He also said: Belief has seventy or so divisions. Modesty is a division of belief. [ Abu Dawud, “Sunna,” 14; Nasa'i, “Iman,” 16. ]

It then becomes a dimension of one’s spiritual life, an obstacle against the carnal self’s excessive desires. If this feeling is not reinforced and developed with belief and knowledge of God or strengthened with consciousness of God’s constant oversight, and left to dissipate in sensual or carnal pleasure, one will witness in an individual or a community those indecencies and perversions that make anyone truly human ashamed of being human. The glory of mankind and the perfect example of modesty, upon him be peace and blessings, said:

If you have no modesty, do whatever you wish. [ Al-Buhkari, “Anbiya’,” 54; Abu Dawud, “Adab,” 6; Ibn Maja, “Zuhd,” 17. ]

The words haya (modesty or feeling of shame) and hayat (life) come from the same root. This signifies that modesty is a sign of a lively heart, and that a heart’s liveliness depends on its owner’s belief and knowledge of God. If a heart is not fed continuously with belief and knowledge of God, it is almost impossible for it to remain lively and give rise to modesty.

According to Junayd al-Baghdadi, haya means awareness of God’s bestowed material and immaterial bounties, and consciousness of personal defects and faults. Dhu al-Nun al-Misri holds that haya means that one constantly feels shame in his or her heart on account of personal sins and offenses, and is therefore careful about his or her actions. [ Al-Qushayri, Al-Risala, 215. ] Another spiritual master defines haya as never forgetting how God treats one and ordering one’s life according to the fact that God sees all that is done and thought.

It is recorded in al-Qushayri’s Al-Risala that God declares:

O son of Adam! So long as you maintain your modesty and feeling of shame before Me, I make people forget your defects. [ Ibid., 216. ]

The Lord of Might and Dignity also said to Jesus, upon him be peace:

O Jesus, first advise your own selfhood. If it accepts your advice, then you may advise others, or else you must feel ashamed of yourself before Me.

Some have mentioned different categories of modesty or shame. For example, the shame or modesty felt by:

Adam, who felt guilty until he was forgiven.

Angels for their heartfelt incapacity to give due worship to God, as expressed in their saying: Glory be to You! We are unable to worship You as Your worship requires, although they glorify Him day and night without stopping.

Gnostics or those distinguished with knowledge of God in the face of His Majesty, despite their profound knowledge of Him, which they express as: Glory be to You! We are unable to know You as Your knowledge requires.

The spiritually advanced when in awe of God, although they never give in to their carnal desires and ambitions.

Those distinguished with utmost conviction of God because of their supposed distance from Him, although they always feel His infinite nearness despite the infinite distance of humanity from God Almighty.

Lovers of God who feel disloyalty arising from their anxiety over not being able to love God as His love requires.

Those who feel a lack of sufficient sincerity and do not know for what they must pray to God.

Those exalted ones who are conscious of the fact that they, as human beings, have been honored with the fairest creation, because of the base acts of which they accuse themselves and which, according to them, are irreconcilable with being part of the fairest creation.

The first degree of modesty is to see oneself with the sight of God. That is, the person practices self-control or self-supervision according to God’s standards.

This practice engenders a feeling of shame or modesty that produces extreme caution in thoughts and acts. Such a degree of modesty is found in people considered lively on account of their feelings and thoughts.

The second degree is proportional to one’s awareness of nearness to God, and the feeling of always being in His Presence. This can be experienced by those who are always conscious of the meaning of: He is with you wherever you may be (57:4), about which the Prophet, upon him be peace and blessings, said:

Be as modest before God Almighty, as the necessity of being modest before Him requires. Let him who is blessed with this degree of modesty always control his mind and its contents, as well as his stomach and its contents. Let him always remember death and decay after it. One who desires the afterlife will renounce the adornments of the world. One who is able to do that can feel as much modesty before God as the necessity of being modest before Him requires. [ Ibn Hanbal, Musnad, 1:387. ]

One can reach the third degree by deeply feeling the absolute Divine disposal of all things, by living a life of profound spirituality in pursuit of the final destination:

And in your Lord is the final goal (53:42).

The effort to reach this final goal continues throughout a whole life dedicated to following the path to Him.

One’s degree of modesty determines one’s true humanness. If a traveler cannot order his or her life and discipline his or her acts according to the demands of the eternal life and to live in utmost humility and modesty, then his or her existence is a personal shame and a burden to others, as stated in the following couplet:

By God, there is good neither in lifeNor in the world when modesty disappears.

Modesty is a Divine quality and mystery. If people knew to whom it essentially relates, they would act more carefully and sensitively.

To illuminate this point, it is related that:

God Almighty asks an old man on the Plain of Resurrection to account for his acts in the world: Why did you commit such and such sins? The old man denies that he had done so. So, the Most Compassionate of the Compassionate commands the angels: Take him to Paradise. The angels want to know why the Almighty has commanded so, although He knows that the old man committed those sins. The Almighty answers: I know, but I looked at his white beard as one belonging to the Community of Muhammad and felt ashamed to tell him that I knew he was lying.

As recorded in Kanz al-‘Ummal, when the Archangel Gabriel told this to God’s Messenger, upon him be peace and blessings, the Messenger’s eyes filled with tears and he said regretfully:

God Almighty feels ashamed to punish those of my Community whose beards have turned white, but those of my Community with white beards do not feel ashamed to commit sins. [ Nasa'i, “Sahw,” 60. ]

To sum up:

Hayiy (All-Modest) is one of the Divine Names,

So strive and acquire modesty.

#allah #god #islam #muslim #quran #revert #revert help team #revert help #help #hadith #islamhelp #converthelp #how to convert to islam #welcome to islam

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quranwithsehar · 1 year ago

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Why is it crucial for us to speak out against injustice (zulm)? Why shouldn't we stay quiet? What happens if we stay silent when we see someone being treated unfairly? I really want to discuss this, so let's explore these questions together today.

Whoever among you sees an evil action, then let him change it with his hand [by taking action]; if he cannot, then with his tongue [by speaking out]; and if he cannot, then with his heart – and that is the weakest of faith. Sahih Bukhari

Abu Bakr RA said: I have heard Messenger of Allah SAW say: 'When people see an oppressor but do not prevent him committing sin, it is likely that Allah will punish them all. - [Ibn Maajah]

This means that if people witness someone doing wrong but don't stop them, it's possible that Allah will punish everyone. This means that not taking action against wrongdoing might lead to consequences for everyone.

A group of companions went to Abyssinia during the migration, and the Prophet SAW said, tell me the strangest thing you saw in Abyssinia. So a group of them said, Ya Rasulullah, one day we were sitting, and one of the nuns, or one of the elderly nuns, was walking by, and she had a jug of water on her head. A young man walked up to her, put his hand right on her chest, and shoved her. And so she fell to her knees, and the water jug broke. And the man laughed at her, and no one did anything about it. So they let this young man bully this elderly woman, and no one did anything about it. And the sahaba said that the woman said to him, “How will it be, O foolish young man, on the day of judgment, when Allah brings the first and the last of His creation, and Allah judges between us, you will then know of your situation and my situation. How will it be?”

So the Prophet SAW said, sadaqat, sadaqat, sadaqat, she told the truth, she told the truth, she told the truth. How can Allah honor an ummah that does not protect its vulnerable from its strong ones, from its powerful ones, that does not protect the weak from being exploited by the powerful of that society? The Prophet SAW didn't blame the young man alone. Who did he blame? The society. He blamed the society that normalized that type of behavior, which made it okay for that young man to feel like he could go up to that old woman and push her and not be held accountable. It's society's fault that allows that. It's not just the young man's fault. The young man is the product of a facilitating institution.

Aisha RA says that I asked the Prophet SAW, “Will we be destroyed and we have righteous people amongst us?” He said, Yes if filth is made rampant. Ibn Hajar says Filth is al maasi, filth refers to sins as a whole. The ones that are ugliest, the nastiest, the ones that are most base, and the ones that represent the worst of immorality. So the Prophet SAW said, “Even if you have righteous people amongst you, if those things are allowed to thrive without anyone saying anything about them, then everyone suffers as a result of them.”

Silence is considered wrong, or haram, under three specific conditions. Firstly, when you are absolutely certain that something is evil, this means having no doubt about the wrongdoing you wish to address or correct. Sometimes, you might not fully understand the situation, or you might not be in a position to know all the facts. Reflect on the example of Musa (AS), who assumed something without having all the information. So, the first condition for silence being haram is when you are certain about the facts of something.

Secondly, silence becomes haram when you are sure that the wrongdoing has occurred. In the Quran, it advises believers to verify information when a wicked person brings news to them. This means it's not about rumors, gossip, or hearsay, but about having first-hand testimony or strong evidence that the act has truly taken place.

The third condition is that there is a greater likelihood that speaking up will help eliminate or reduce the wrongdoing. If there's a good chance that your words can make a positive impact in removing or lessening the evil, then keeping silent becomes inappropriate.

So, speak the truth! Do not remain silent. In whatever capacity you can, but speak.

#gaza #palestine #فلسطين #allah #quran #islamdaily #lessons from quran #islam #islamicreminder #motivating quotes #islamicquotes

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resistantbees · 2 months ago

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#wissenschaftlicheUntersuchungen #Oxalsäure

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scentedchildnacho · 2 months ago

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She asked me about the brown alien that sleeps on her mess.....so I told her about jurying that situation that I'm fine she goes terroristic and tried to threaten as many people in there as she could

She steals her mess....I take interest in ethnography and anthropology and you have to work for those name brand labels or they hurt you you can't steal those name brand labels

You can't just be a doc martin if your not a working selected birther if you don't work it causes her to be very manic and possessed by a car dude in some way she goes very manic and can't control herself because she steals

I also wanted to know if I just didnt meet the right case worker and if I got to act like a little kidd with Christmas like hannakuh early and she just steals things with drug dealers

She use to be nicer so I don't know otherwise why her personality would switch so infectious and virulent unless a manic episode

I get Nikes because I have been sweated and extreme endurance walked like an Asian sweat shop you can't just steal mall labels

Equal exchange birthers get those things because like sew crises in China they donate body matter to those who need it can't be those labels if you don't live it's unfair condition

She said I was so quiet about her running at me and trying to hit me....so I told her I had to go to high school and I'm not actually someone that averse to getting into it with people but people my whole life have warned me about terrorist attacks that you cannot in any way imply fight or it will implode explode at you

Community theory and commodification if you aren't home economics and do everything for yourself and your community the corporate structure is humans and humans use human beings

You have to self govern.....or the corporate structure will claim public money is its private wealth attack and slaughter you wealthy people hate poor people

Its homelessness everyone here has been very traumatized in some way and it's not okay to treat people in ways other then it's a rest home....so she I think will be called a terrorist people who keep shocking awake traumatized people who shouldn't be touched physically yet or intensely is wrong

Denying people the right to express the emotions surrounding how traumatized they are and shocking them psychologically to continue stereotypical personas is wrong like Nuremberg trials wrong

Al quaida kind of holds ya hostage with smell threats on Mal stored stolen items

I told her I tried to tell her that she is manic because she smells like someone sprayed a car gas on her but trying to do an exoneration or self defense jury for her really set her off and she started screaming all sorts of horrifying witchy curse outs

She gets violently angry if not allowed suicidal mania and huffing so

Simm theory...i use to have a basement room and geek compulsively to technological stimuli and virtual reality I later found out did just look really sad exploitative and molestive to people I use to think I looked awkward and not socially correct and found out it was really sad to people

Well both correct they also had very sad things about themselves and you can't go if your not perfunctorily correct

So I found out about serial killers that that same program is something a therapist helps them attach to sexually.....so I think she gets very aggressive if not allowed hyper manic sexual fantasy

That's why I was called a mental I wasn't ever aware of what happened to me sleep walking hypnotics

I was a Lutheran and drunks batter protestant women and it becomes a charity population

I found out about indigenous artist john Smith and I totally would choreograph a stereotypical performance with lady nuns like zongzi lady as catering sympathetics

I totally would want to publicly stage my most embarrassing compulsive acts and treat it like an lgbt community network

She was threatening that black lady in the pull out cot with the staff mop or trying to smell that playboy bunnies inner upper legs so I think it's like a whole skit for her

That's why I'm not too afraid of her I just had to be threatened with being ran at and hit the black ladies I do find intimidating I think will finally make her leave them alone

The black lady in the cot is kind of mean about feeling crowded like cover your mouth or you can go over there but threatening her with a mop was not something she deserved....

People should not make people aware that they were being kind of mean in ways they don't deserve

Its also that old scoliosis lady in the lower bunk next to mine farther from the door she screams witchy stuff all the time Robert a. Johnson explains as witchy people are hated because they snitchily enjoy soveriegnty stolen from women and women especially suffer if soveriegnty is stolen from them if disconnected

She likes screaming whore and bitch at us and she will kill and hates us all....this other bunk people explain is for certain types of attention....they find it a comedy routine and want attention from motherly types trained on psychopathic children

And now the psychopath child may have a cannabinoid tincture

I didn't know why under trump I ran away from hospitals and media later showed me they were cutting up COVID victims for body organs

Witchy...I had in Texas a pastor from northern minnesota give me more intelligent daily theology to read and that said agnosticism is theology if a bible in any way cannot be correctly translated then you don't know anything about God as an existent

Witchy those people truly believe in Leviticus and trespassing and it's like salem they try to persecute the church with propagandic Bibles

Then like a whole half of a town was gone under COVID....a whole half of the homeless population will go under are you a witch trials and just be gone

The other insight....Robert a. Johnson would give is James Joyce....people seek for in depressions and post apocalyptic conditions something truly life affirming and epiphany producing

I sometimes forget that Irish people are very attractive and desirable entertainers for a lot of people

An astrologer told me that I am attractive and that's why I'm very ignored in these situations people truly seek someone unattractive who can give them that experience of divine accord that will renew them from virtual cage depression ...

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nityarawal · 1 year ago

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11/21/2023

Bye Mrs. "Raw-Al!!!"

Morning Songs

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And Real

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Is It Too Scary

To Show How I Feel

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To Hide Your Beautiful

Wife

Does She Need To Be

Drugged

In Apartheid

I Don't Think So

Moms Have Been

Stoned

Dad's Smeared

Too

Brotherlies

We Get It

But It Wasn't Us

I Promise

We Didn't Want

Your Heads

Just Our Pardon

News Breaks

Our Hearts

We Wish For More

Mr. Roger's

Mrs. Raw-AL

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It Worked

It Hurt Symmetry

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Superstrings

Undid Mess

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Trolls Drove Us

Crazy

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Games

Hell

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Prudent Moms

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Prudent Ones

Plus LGBTQ

Don't Forget

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The Nuns

Might Have Been

Molested

By Very Bad Monks

Uncles

We Thought We're

Godfathers

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Little Light

When They Hawked

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They Shook A Little

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And So Did Our

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Singers

They Held The Bar High

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Now

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She Could've Been

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Elon Didn't Want That

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Irany

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Ketu

Saturn

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olderthannetfic · 3 years ago

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hello this anon. someone in the notes said that "Christianity had the same rule so what was my point." I know the question came from ignorance and disrespect but I would like to provide an answer. religion and culture is not a sandbox where you can do as you please, especially if you don't belong to that religion and culture. abrahamic religions have a similar root belief system but that does not mean they are the same things. if they were muslim girls wouldn't be called oppressed and forced out of hijabs while nuns are praised for their devotion.

in pjo RR blatantly ignored the foundational belief of a religion, which spoke of his whiteness, because he treated religious beliefs to be interchangeable and mythological. That's. offensive. to say the least. he could have done more research because being inclusive and butchering representation is a fine line. he zigzagged into both sides. And I get he was making an effort, I'm not gonna hold it against him, but now in the day and age of the internet some not good decisions can be preventable and as someone who is as close to an authority as you will get on tumblr dot com I am tellling you, adding muslim characters in sci fi/fantasy or literally any setting is far more complicated than you think, so be careful.

This isn't just about Samirah al-Abbas. its about kamala khan from marvel comics, Khalid Nassour or halo from young justice, or basira hussain from tma, or ali abdul from squid game. you can add these characters in your story all you like, but if you don't even know something as simple as the fact that muslims need to pray five times a day, your attempt at inclusivity can be improved (read performative and shit)

(i apologise for writing an essay in your inbox. )

I'm not sure I really get why these characters can't exist in a fantasy universe where they regard the fantasy stuff they're encountering as particularly powerful fantastical beings but not the ultimate god god, even if they're referred to as 'gods' as a shorthand.

But yes, writing about other cultures always risks putting your foot in it.

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houndofhecate · 4 years ago

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Science & Magick: Lemon Balm

Lemon Balm

Melissa officinalis

As are many herbs, this one is also in the mind Lamiaceae family and is native to south-central Europe, the Mediterranean, Iran, Central Asia and is now naturalized in the Americas. Pictured above was harvested from a plant originally foraged from wild growth in Western Washington state (Pacific Northwest). This herb has a generous scent of lemon and mint and is beloved by bees in addition to humans for it’s flowers. It grows in clusters and spreads both vegetatively and by seed. Stems will die off in winter but shoot up again in spring.

Historical use in medicine includes several traditions. Into antiquity it has been recorded as used as a wine-infused liniment by the Greek physician Dioscorides. In the middle ages in Western Europe was used as a tea or external topical for treatment of the GI tract, nervous system and liver. Carmelite Water, itself has origins as far back as the 14th century then known as “Eau de Carmes” created by nuns in the 14th c from the Abbey of St Just. In 1826 a nun named Maria Clementine Martin made her own variation known as “Klosterfrau Melissengeist” . It is an herbal tonic/toilet water, similar to the more well-known Florida Water which contains several different ingredients and is popular still in Europe (image below). Carmelite Water is believed to have contained lemon balm in addition to gentian, cardamom, cinnamon and ginger and is presently used since the 1800s for cold and GI disorders. There is also a long history of use in the Middle East, with reference to Azerbaijani folk practice of bathing in Lemon balm tea to support healthy skin. It also has uses in Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM). In current production today, in addition to Carmelite Water and similar products it can also be found in certain liquors including Benedictine and Chartreuse.

(image from LINK)

Current herbal medicine considerations are numerous, often attributing Lemon balm to use for mood, cognition and indigestion. Modern medical research has been done primarily in the Middle East, Asia and Western Europe. Noted effects of Lemon balm include anti-anxiety and antidepressant effects, enhancement of cognitive capacity with regards to memory function, and even improve sexual dysfunction in women. There is additionally ongoing study with some evidence of improvement of cholesterol/lipid profile with oral supplementation and decreased cardiovascular inflammation.

In ancient Greece the association is strong between Lemon balm and honey bees and ancient beekeepers would rub the hives with Lemon balm to encourage bees to come rest Lemon balm is in some respects believed to be associated with the goddess Aphrodite . Additionally there has been a long belief through the middle ages with belief in longevity attributed to the plant. It also represented sympathy in flower language.

Modern symbolism and correspondence for attracting love, finding love, healthy sexuality, finding happiness and mental wellness all seem appropriate given the precedent from history and our current knowledge of this plant. If bees have important meaning to you it is also something to be considered to enhance a relationship with bees or associated magickal properties. Below are included a variety of recipes and sources if you’re interested in utilizing Lemon balm in your own medicinal or magickal practices.

Make Your Own Carmelite Water (from Mountain Rose Herbs - LINK)

Ingredients

1/2 cup fresh lemon balm leaves or 1/4 cup dried lemon balm

1/4 cup dried angelica root

1 Tbsp. dried coriander seed

1 Tbsp. fresh lemon zest (about 1 small organic lemon)

1 tsp. (cassia) cinnamon chips

2 hole cloves

1/8 tsp. freshly grated nutmeg

1 bottle dry white wine (or cold water)

Directions

Combine all the herbs and spices into a glass quart jar.

Pour the wine into the jar.

Stir well.

Cover with a lid.

Steep for 4 to 6 hours.

Strain through several layers of cheesecloth or a coffee filter and compost the herbs.

Place the infused wine in an airtight container and chill for several hours.

Enjoy within 3 to 5 days.

A Relaxation Tonic (from Judy Griffin’s Mother Nature’s Herbal)

2 tbsp hops

2 tbsp chamomile flowers

2 tbsp lemon balm

1 tbsp spearmint leaves

1 tsp lavender leaves, chopped (or flowers)

DISCLAIMER:

Do NOT use any natural medicine without consulting your healthcare provider or researching the potential interactions it may have with your current medications or health conditions. It is also recommended that any essential oil used topically be tested in a small spot first and diluted so as not to irritate the skin. DO NOT use in lieu of other medical attention. For all consumption or topical application ensure that what you are using has not been treated with pesticides that can be harmful to humans.

See other Science&Magick by me posts HERE

Images aside from that of the Kosterfrau belong to myself.

SOURCES:

Hiller, Sabine “Using Lemon Balm in the Kitchen”. Mayo News (LINK)

Klosterfrau website (Carmelite Water source) (LINK) - above image

Make your Own Carmelite Water (LINK)

Kennedy DO, Wake G, Savelev S, Tildesley NT, Perry EK, Wesnes KA, Scholey AB. Modulation of mood and cognitive performance following acute administration of single doses of Melissa officinalis (Lemon balm) with human CNS nicotinic and muscarinic receptor-binding properties. Neuropsychopharmacology. 2003 Oct;28(10):1871-81. doi: 10.1038/sj.npp.1300230. PMID: 12888775.

Haybar H, Javid AZ, Haghighizadeh MH, Valizadeh E, Mohaghegh SM, Mohammadzadeh A. The effects of Melissa officinalis supplementation on depression, anxiety, stress, and sleep disorder in patients with chronic stable angina. Clin Nutr ESPEN. 2018 Aug;26:47-52. doi: 10.1016/j.clnesp.2018.04.015. Epub 2018 May 19. PMID: 29908682.

Darvish-Mofrad-Kasani Z et al. “Effect of Melissa officinalis (Lemon balm) on Sexual Dysfunction in Women: A Double-blind, Randomized, Placebo-controlled Study” Iran Journal of Pharm Res. Winter 2018;17(Suppl):89-100. https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC5958328/

Alakbarov FU. “Aromatic Herbal Baths of the Ancients”. HerbalGram. 2003; 57:40-49 American Botanical Council. Issue 57. Page 40-49. http://cms.herbalgram.org/herbalgram/issue57/article2449.html?ts=1606520284&signature=609cb7597faf1adb7b2341b804a22828

Jones MW. “Lovely Lemon Balm”. Moon Maid Botanicals. (LINK)

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onlyhenrys · 4 years ago

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I never asked you anything before but can I pls ask for Geralt of Rivia x male reader where Geralt is lonely and hungry and reader buys him ale and good meat and food for Roach and they don't talk but he knows Geralt is comforted and grateful and before Geralt leaves he gives him a kiss?

Here you go, love! ♥️ I had to add a little dialogue for it to make sense, but hopefully this is what you had in mind

This story is Geralt x Male reader

You noticed the Witcher immediately as he entered the inn. His large, muscular body slumped as he searched for an empty seat, away from the prying eyes of the other guests. You held your breath as his amber eyes locked on the chair next to you, fumbling with the mug in your hand as he started to make his way towards you. You grabbed the innkeeper by his sleeve and asked the dark-haired man for a hot meal and the largest mug of ale available.

The witcher dropped himself on the chair and his eyes met yours for a quick second before they rested on the wooden table. One of the ladies placed a steaming plate in front of you, along with the ale. You thanked her with a wink, watching in amusement as she blushed a little. You knew the effect your presence had on women, and despite the fact that you enjoyed the company of men more, you just couldn’t help yourself as a beautiful woman appeared in front of you.

Your fingers burned as you grabbed the edge of the plate, pushing it towards the Witcher.

He tilted his head in confusion at your gesture, his glowing eyes filled with questions. You grinned, rubbing your chin. “As an apology for how my fellow villagers treated you.” You nodded to the food. “I know it’s not much, but you look like you could use a good meal and I have enough coin to afford it.”

The witcher kept quiet, making you nervous. You grabbed your mug from the table and bowed your head. “I’m going to retreat upstairs, if you need me, I’m in the first room on the left.”

Your cheeks burned as you made your way upstairs, there was something about the witcher that made you want to spill all your secrets and you didn’t know how to feel about it.

Upstairs you busied yourself by sorting your room, switching things around, while anxiously waiting for the witcher. You had no idea if he would show up, and what you would do if he did show up, but you forced yourself not to think about that, to only hope.

A soft knock pulled you away from your thoughts and you took a deep breath, calm your racing heart, before turning the doorknob, revealing the white-haired witcher. You kept your eyes on the ground as you stepped aside, waiting for him to enter before closing the door behind you.

Strong hands grabbed your shoulders and pushed you against the door, holding you captive. You swallowed before finding the courage to raise your eyes, locking them with his amber ones.

“Can I help you?” You dared to ask as your gaze dropped to his lips.

He cocked his head to the side, studied you in silence before he moved forward, capturing your lips with his. He was the only one that mattered as the world around you disappeared. His thumb brushed over your light stubble and you gasped against his lips, deepening the kiss.

You felt lightheaded as he pulled back and leaned back against the wall next to the door, holding yourself upright. The fire in the room made the witcher’s eyes glow as he gazed down at you. You opened your mouth to say something when he reached behind you, opening the door.

The silence was tense as you watched how he walked away from you, leaving you alone in the cold room, without uttering a word.

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fan-fantasies · 5 years ago

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Strength

A/N: Part 2 to Weakness.

Pairing: Sigtryggr x Reader

Warnings: Smut, pregnancy

Masterlist

Part One

Sigtryggr dispatched the Danes back to Wales, assuring them that he’d be joining them soon. Uhtred spoke with his men trying to figure out what had snapped in the young Dane to cause him to abandon the kingdom and search for some woman. Sihtric suggested that you were his sister, or some other kin.

“I don’t think she’s his sister. Crazy like that is caused from losing the woman you love,” Finan sighed.

“He said he had no wife,” Osferth said.

“And I can say I have no balls, doesn’t make it true,” Finan chuckled.

“I’d believe you,” Sihtric said. Finan punched the man in his shoulder and rolled his eyes. The men quieted down as they saw Sigtryggr approaching.

“We should leave immediately,” he said, grabbing a canteen and filling it with water.

“And where exactly are we going?” Uhtred asked. “We do not know where she went. We do not know her so we don’t know how she thinks or where she would go.”

“I’ve been thinking about where she might go. I know that she had knowledge of the Danes settled in East Anglia. They would be the closest and safest option for her to seek refuge with,” he answered.

“And who is she to you exactly? We have some wagers goin’,” Finan asked. Sigtryggr paused and debated on whether or not he should tell them. He knew that any wife or child could be used against him which is why he had been adamant about not having either, at least not for a long while. He wanted to live in safety and peace, limiting the threat to those he loved.

Before he could answer, however, Haesten wandered over on his horse before he was set to leave.

“Off to find Sigtryggr’s whore? Best of luck, Uhtred. I do hope that we meet again,” he smiled. Sigtryggr went to grab his sword but Uhtred stopped him. Haesten just laughed as he rode off with the other Danes. Osferth sighed and tossed the grinning Finan a coin.

“I don’t know how you haven’t killed him yet,” Sigtryggr said to Uhtred.

“Trust me, his day will come and it will come soon,” he said.

“She is not my whore. She should be my wife but I was blinded by my fear and now I may have lost her forever. I want to make a decent journey before nightfall, so if we could be on our way.” The men went and mounted their horses, setting off for East Anglia. Uhtred hoped that you were going that way, but none of them truly knew for sure.

Meanwhile, you were still at the nunnery. You found that their company was soothing and you were of use to them. Many of them were older and found it hard to do the yard work which you gladly took over. You left them to their prayers and they left you to your thoughts. You knew that you couldn’t stay there forever, but for now would do.

You wondered if Sigtryggr had noticed your absence yet. Perhaps you had made your decision to leave too quickly. You supposed that he had a right to know about his child, but you knew that it would be a distraction for him. He was making a name for himself in England and he still had more to do before he could settle down.

You were fine with living a simple life with your child if it meant that your love could achieve glory for his name. You knew many women had to sacrifice things for those they love, and happiness just had to be yours.

You were broken from your thoughts when Sister Eawynn knocked on your door.

“Supper is ready, dear,” she said. She was the only one that you had really opened up to there. She found you crying in the garden and comforted you. She felt bad for your situation and treated you kindly.

She told you how the Danes that lived near by were not troublesome and that she felt times were truly changing. Perhaps one day soon, Saxons and Danes could live together in peace. You weren’t sure that it would happen soon, but you knew that the younger generation of Danes was tired of all the bloodshed. Victory could be won in many other ways. You told her that that’s how your Sigtryggr was. He had seen the hardships of battle and knew that sometimes words were the way to success. She took your hand in hers and smiled softly, telling you that he sounded like a good man. He was, you agreed, but you couldn’t interfere with his life any longer.

You ate very little that night and had trouble finding sleep. You decided to sit in the moonlight for a while to ease your mind. The night was chilly, but not uncomfortably so. You took a seat under a large tree to sit and listen to the silence. You ended up dozing off with your cloak wrapped tightly around your shoulders.

Off in the distance, Sigtryggr and the others continued to ride in the darkness. Finan was complaining that they should find somewhere to camp for the night but Sigtryggr kept asking them to ride just a bit longer. Finan was relieved when they saw the lantern in the window of the nunnery. Uhtred wasn’t thrilled by the sight, knowing nuns aren’t usually his biggest fans.

They rode to the gate and knocked on the door, hoping someone was awake. Sister Eawynn opened the door a crack and looked out.

“What do you want?” She asked.

“We wish to lodge here for the night. Some food and ale would be appreciated,” Finan answered.

“We will be gone by morning,” Sigtryggr quickly added. The nun looked them up and down and sighed before opening the door.

“We don’t have ale, nor much food, but you are welcome to stay the night.” She led them to the main hall and gave them from bread and water. The men were grateful to have a place to rest out of the elements, even if the majority of them felt uncomfortable in such a religious place.

“Thank you, sister,” Osferth bowed his head. She gave him a soft smile and turned her attention to the other, more rough looking, men of the group.

“Do I get to know whom I am feeding?” She questioned.

“I am Uhtred Ragnarson, these are my men, Finan, Sihtric, and Osferth,” he pointed to the tired men.

“I am Sigtryggr, Lord of Wales,” he said.

“Sigtryggr?” The holy woman repeated. He nodded, confused at her sudden question. “May I ask to where you are journeying to?”

“East Anglia, to the Danes that are settled there. I am going there to join my... wife.” Sigtryggr’s eyes fell to the floor at his fib.

“Your wife, you say? She wouldn’t happen to be about yea high, (Y/H/C) hair, pretty girl?” She asked. Sigtryggr jumped to his feet and ran to the woman, startling her.

“You’ve seen her?!”

“She sleeps here this very night. I am only telling you this because she made you out to sound like a good man and I know that a good man will make things right by that dear girl,” she said. The men looked at each other in surprise. Sigtryggr could hardly contain his excitement. He hadn’t considered that you might not even want to see him. You did flee from him after-all.

“Please, take me to her. I do wish to make things right.” She led him down the hall to your makeshift chamber. She knocked on the door and when she heard no response, she opened it slowly.

“(Y/N), are you awake?” She whispered. She opened the door wider and noticed that you weren’t in your bed. Sigtryggr pushed past her and into the room. He noticed that your bag was still there but you were not.

“Where could she have gone?” He questioned in a panic. Had you heard them come in and fled in the night? Did you really not want to be with him that terribly?

He ran back to the hall where the other men were already dozing off.

“She isn’t here. We have to leave now, we can probably find her.”

“In the dark when we’re all exhausted? Why don’t we wait until morning,” Finan suggested, leaning his head back against the wall.

“Because she is out there somewhere. She could be in danger!”

“Who’s in danger?” The frantic man whipped around when he heard the voice. He wasted no time in running over to you and scooping you up in his arms. “Sigtryggr? How did you find me?”

“By the fate of the Gods,” he sighed in relief. The nun pursed her lips and shook her head.

“Why? Why did you come after me?” You asked. You were still disoriented from just waking up and you didn’t know how you should react.

“Because I love you and you ran from me,” he lowered his voice, “and took something of mine with you, I hear.”

“Haesten,” you sighed. You looked at the other men standing behind him and recognized Uhtred but not the others. “Maybe we should let these men rest. We can talk in my room.”

“Thank you, lady,” Osferth said. You told Sister Eawynn that she had nothing to worry about and led Sigtryggr to your room.

“I’m sorry I left without a word but I couldn’t ruin your chance at glory. I couldn’t be the cause of your weakness,” you admitted. He cradled your face in his hands and made you look into his eyes.

“You are my strength. You could never be my weakness, not you nor our child growing inside of you,” he said. A tear slipped down your cheek and he kissed it away.

“But you said-”

“I know what I said, but times are changing. Life no longer has to be endless battles and bloodshed. I will lead our people into a new era of victory, with you by my side as my wife. And I will create a new world for our child.” By the end of his speech you were bawling. He was saying everything you had ever wanted to hear but it all seemed too good to be true.

“Surely it can’t be that simple,” you told him.

“No, it won’t be simple, but I won’t give up. Not on that dream nor on you. I should’ve made you my wife long ago, and now I’m asking your forgiveness.” You collapsed into his arms and sobbed. Damn pregnancy emotions.

“Of course. Of course I forgive you. As long as you can forgive me for leaving,” you said.

“There’s no reason to apologize. You wanted what you thought was best for me and I could never be angry at you for that,” he replied. You said nothing more, just pulled him into a kiss.

He sat on the bed and sat you in his lap. The kiss was hungry and passionate, like neither of you could get enough. He broke the kiss and began to nip at your neck.

“I could never live without you.” His voice was breathless and raspy. His hands touched any part of you that he could get, trying to memorize every inch as if you were going to disappear.

You pulled your dress up around your hips as you straddled him. You fumbled with his pants, pulling his cock from it’s confines.

“There’s no rush, my love,” he chuckled.

“No, I need you. I need you now. We’ll have all the time in the world for patience later,” you said.

“All the time in this world and Valhalla,” he replied. He hissed in pleasure as you sank down on his cock. He filled you perfectly, like the gods made him just for you.

You began to ride him, slowly at first, savoring the feeling of him inside you. You began to move faster, his breath quickening, filling the room with sounds of pleasure.

His fingers dug into your ass in the most delicious way as he guided you on his cock. Pressure was building in your stomach as you approached your release. He pulled you in for another kiss when he felt your pussy clenching him tighter.

His hips lifted to meet yours at the perfect moment, sending you over the edge. Your head fell back and your vision went white for a split second. You were brought back down to earth when Sigtryggr flipped you onto your back.

“Did you think I was done with you?” He growled in your ear. He thrusted into your sensitive pussy, your body arching off the bed. His hands found yours and held them over your head as he pounded into you.

Your body writhed beneath him as you could already feel your second climax approaching. His hair tickeled your neck and the sensation was enough to overload your senses. Your legs locked around his waist, not being able to stop the scream of ecstasy that tore from your throat. His rhythm began to stutter until he finally stilled within you, finding his own release.

No words were exchanged, just the sounds of your breathing. He laid next to you and held you in his arms. His hand settled on your stomach and a small smile found it’s way to your lips. For the first time in a long time you felt at peace, like everything would be okay. Maybe there was strength in love after all.

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ISLAM 101: Spirituality in Islam: Part 97

Haya (Modesty)

Combining the instinctive feeling of shame with modesty based on Islam forms the greatest safeguard against shameful or indecent acts. Alone, each one may be diminished or utterly lost. If this innate feeling of shame is not combined with awareness coming from belief and expressed in verses like: Does he not know that God sees (all things)? (96:14) and consciousness of God’s constant oversight: God is ever watching over you (4:1), it cannot last long, for its endurance depends on belief. This essential relation between modesty and belief was expressed by God’s Messenger, who told a Companion after hearing his advice on modesty to another man: Leave him, for modesty comes from belief. [1] He also said: Belief has seventy or so divisions. Modesty is a division of belief. [2]

We may conclude from these Prophetic sayings that like other seeds of innate virtues, one’s natural feeling of shame develops to the extent it is strengthened with the forces and means that produce knowledge of God. It then becomes a dimension of one’s spiritual life, an obstacle against the carnal self’s excessive desires. If this feeling is not reinforced and developed with belief and knowledge of God or strengthened with consciousness of God’s constant oversight, and left to dissipate in sensual or carnal pleasure, one will witness in an individual or a community those indecencies and perversions that make anyone truly human ashamed of being human. The glory of mankind and the perfect example of modesty, upon him be peace and blessings, said: If you have no modesty, do whatever you wish. [3]

According to Junayd al-Baghdadi, haya means awareness of God’s bestowed material and immaterial bounties, and consciousness of personal defects and faults. Dhu al-Nun al-Misri holds that haya means that one constantly feels shame in his or her heart on account of personal sins and offenses, and is therefore careful about his or her actions. [4] Another spiritual master defines haya as never forgetting how God treats one and ordering one’s life according to the fact that God sees all that is done and thought.

It is recorded in al-Qushayri’s Al-Risala that God declares: O son of Adam! So long as you maintain your modesty and feeling of shame before Me, I make people forget your defects. [5] The Lord of Might and Dignity also said to Jesus, upon him be peace: O Jesus, first advise your own selfhood. If it accepts your advice, then you may advise others, or else you must feel ashamed of yourself before Me.

Some have mentioned different categories of modesty or shame. For example, the shame or modesty felt by:

– Adam, who felt guilty until he was forgiven.

– Angels for their heartfelt incapacity to give due worship to God, as expressed in their saying: Glory be to You! We are unable to worship You as Your worship requires, although they glorify Him day and night without stopping.

– Gnostics or those distinguished with knowledge of God in the face of His Majesty, despite their profound knowledge of Him, which they express as: Glory be to You! We are unable to know You as Your knowledge requires.

– The spiritually advanced when in awe of God, although they never give in to their carnal desires and ambitions.

– Those distinguished with utmost conviction of God because of their supposed distance from Him, although they always feel His infinite nearness despite the infinite distance of humanity from God Almighty.

– Lovers of God who feel disloyalty arising from their anxiety over not being able to love God as His love requires.

– Those who feel a lack of sufficient sincerity and do not know for what they must pray to God.

– Those exalted ones who are conscious of the fact that they, as human beings, have been honored with the fairest creation, because of the base acts of which they accuse themselves and which, according to them, are irreconcilable with being part of the fairest creation.

The first degree of modesty is to see oneself with the sight of God. That is, the person practices self-control or self-supervision according to God’s standards. This practice engenders a feeling of shame or modesty that produces extreme caution in thoughts and acts. Such a degree of modesty is found in people considered lively on account of their feelings and thoughts.

One can reach the third degree by deeply feeling the absolute Divine disposal of all things, by living a life of profound spirituality in pursuit of the final destination: And in your Lord is the final goal (53:42). The effort to reach this final goal continues throughout a whole life dedicated to following the path to Him.

By God, there is good neither in life Nor in the world when modesty disappears.

Modesty is a Divine quality and mystery. If people knew to whom it essentially relates, they would act more carefully and sensitively. To illuminate this point, it is related that

As recorded in Kanz al-‘Ummal, when the Archangel Gabriel told this to God’s Messenger, upon him be peace and blessings, the Messenger’s eyes filled with tears and he said regretfully:

God Almighty feels ashamed to punish those of my Community whose beards have turned white, but those of my Community with white beards do not feel ashamed to commit sins. [7]

To sum up: Hayiy (All-Modest) is one of the Divine Names, So strive and acquire modesty.

[1] Al-Bukhari, “Iman,” 16; Muslim, “Iman,” 59; Abu Dawud, “Adab,” 6. [2] Abu Dawud, “Sunna,” 14; Nasa’i, “Iman,” 16. [3] Al-Buhkari, “Anbiya’,” 54; Abu Dawud, “Adab,” 6; Ibn Maja, “Zuhd,” 17. [4] Al-Qushayri, Al-Risala, 215. [5] Ibid., 216. [6] Ibn Hanbal, Musnad, 1:387. [7] Nasa’i, “Sahw,” 60.

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The fate of a nun (Finan x OFC); part 7

GENERAL A/N: Hi there! This story is my first attempt to write a fanfiction. English is not my first language, so feel free to let me know how to improve my writing/language skills 😊 I will try and post a chapter per week, let’s see how it goes! The story takes place in season 3 and you will notice that I have used some of the sequences and dialogues from the tv series, changing them to include my OC. I did try not to be too colloquial and informal with my writing -giving the time of the story- but I preferred to make it more enjoyable and “readable” than realistic, same goes for Finan’s accent. I’m nervous and excited to share my work, hope you enjoy! Bacini, Cate.

A/N: Hiiiii! Sorry for the long break, I’ve been veeeery busy with uni :( Happy New Year and I hope you like this chapter, cause I love it!

Summary: The life of the young novice Aoife completely changes when the Lady of Mercia arrives to the Abbey of Wincelcumb. Oaths, battles and love will turn her in a warrior.

General warnings: Violence, Blood, Strong Language, Smut, Fluff, Graphic description of violence

Chapter’s warning: Blood and little of Finan in this chapter.

Chapter Six.

Chapter Seven: Cenric

Abbey of Wincelcumb, Mercia, five years before. The harebells brushed against Aoife’s ankles, leaving an itchy kiss on her soft skin, and she laughed lightly. She had few memories of her mother, but every time the breeze moved her hair, it felt just like her touch. “Quick, quick, child!” Sister Aeskel mumbled patting her back lightly “Always so distracted! God really takes special care of you, I’m surprised you haven’t fallen into a ravine yet.” she growled in her thick Northumbrian accent, but she was trying to suppress a smile. “But you wouldn’t let me die, would you, Sister?” “ Course not! I wouldn’t waste precious help!” Aoife’s cackle was covered by a drumming of hooves, so close that the ground under her naked feet trembled. A beautiful black horse was galloping up the hill, right towards them. “I looked, and behold, a black horse; and he who sat on it had a pair of scales in his hand.” Sister Aeskel cried terrified, but Aoife was not scared, nor believed that the horse was an omen of the apocalypse. As a punch on her stomach, a memory came: a young Aoife was running her small hands on the smooth coat of a horse and her mother was begging her to be careful, a worried look on her ripe, sweet face. “Aoife!” the Sister screamed, pulling her aside just moments before the horse trampled the ground she was standing. It did not stop, running straight towards the Abbey. On its back, a body lay pathetically, like one of those rag dolls sprawled in the corner of her room. “Sister, ‘twas a person!” “I know child, I’m old not blind! Come, quick! Try not to harm yourself until we’re at the Abbey!” There was a library in the nunnery, a square room with the four walls covered with books from floor to ceiling. When she was six, the Abbess forced her to read each of those books. “Books clear your path to Heaven. A full mind is a full soul” she used to say, and at the time Aoife was too scare to disobey; little by little, she started enjoying reading, which pleased the Abbess greatly, and many months before her fourteenth birth she had already read every book in the room. She especially liked the pictures, she would run the tips of her fingers on the lines, her touch light as a feather, careful not to ruin the thin parchment. There was one particular image that intrigued her: a deposition of Christ, his body covered by a thin cloth. The man, lying on the infirmary bed, reminded her of that image. He was sleeping, his breath shallow and heavy. A sheet covered his waist, and a wide and deep wound run down his chest. When Aoife and Sister Aeskel reached the Abbey, the horse was neighing loudly and banging his hooves on the ground. The man had fallen down its back and was now laying on the stairs, a puddle of blood widening under him. Four sisters had hurried him in the nunnery, where Aoife, frozen in horror, had watched Sister Aeskel trying to save his life. “He will live, Aoife.” Sister Aeskel approached her with a motherly smile “Can you please wash him?” She still had his blood under her nails, pressing uncomfortably again her skin and she tried to brush it away on her smock. No matter how hard she tried, she could not take her eyes off the man. He had red hair, messily falling to his broad shoulder, harsh skin burnt by the sun and strong features, with a wide jaw and high cheekbones; she had met men before, bishops, priests and farmers from the village, but no one as handsome as him that even now, passed out and covered in sweat, resembled an angel. She dropped on the chair next to his bed and without thinking about it, took his hand in hers. She knew then that he would be her despair. “Are the ropes tight, Aoife?” She felt weak and feverish, her fingers trembling on the knots. “Aoife!” Sister Aeskel insisted “I need your head to be clear for once.” “They’re tight, Sister.” The nun nodded, gripping nervously the iron poker and pulling it out from the fire. Its red, angry spike made Aoife’s stomach turn. The man’s wound had infected and poking it with burning iron was the only remedy Aeskel knew. “Keep his head still, Aoife.” she ordered. They had moved him on a wooden table, and he was lying unconscious, ankles and wrists tightened with thick ropes. Aoife stuck between his teeth a thick piece of leather, then, with a hand on his cheek and one on his forehead, she kept him down against the wood. “Pray for him, child” Sister Aeskel whispered and pushed the spike in the open wound. There was a moment of celestial peace, then the man squirmed in pain, an animalistic scream exploded from his throat and Aoife was crying, shouting her apologise over his shrieks and she had to push him down with the entire weigh of her body, Aeskel prayers a distant noise in her ears. It lasted not more than a minute, but at the end Aoife was exhausted. Her limbs were shaking violently but she forced herself to pat a fresh cloth on his face, cleaning the sweat and tears from his eyes and skin. His eyelids quivered under her touch and his breath was short but deep, and she smiled gratefully, thanking God for the miracle. And then, she met the palest eyes she had ever seen. The man was awake, for the first time in days, and a weak smile cracked his harsh features. “Are you an angel?” he whispered and passed out again. She entered slowly, careful not to drop the tray with ale and food, while keeping the door open with her hip. “Sir?” she called “I bring food.” He was sitting with his back against the wall, legs stretched and a book on his thighs. He has been awake for a couple of days now, healing faster that she would have expected. Aoife had brought him food since the day he had woken up and he still hadn’t addressed her, and each time she grew more annoyed with the ungrateful man and his surly attitude. He shot her the usual glance, followed by a nod and she stepped closer, putting the tray on the table. She smoothed the creases of her skirt and stood, right in front of him, with her arm crossed. She could not stand ungrateful people, even less being ignored. She felt like she deserved a word of thanks, or at least some kind of acknowledgment. And her sisters too. “Why are you here?” He looked up, an amazed grin on his thin lips “You should change your tone, nun.” She gestured her unveiled head “Clearly, I’m not a nun.” “Why are you living here, then?” “I do not own you an explanation.” “Neither do I.” “I saved your life!” He chuckled coldly “You did not. I clearly remember your pretty face right in front of my eyes, you could not be the one pushing the iron against my flesh, lady.” “But I was the one who took care of you afterwards.” “You expect me to thank you?” Aoife raised her arms exasperated and, with a last venomous look, she left the room. “I apologize, lady.” Aoife did not look up from the herbs she was grinding. She was being difficult, of course, the man’s attitude was annoying, but he had not offended her seriously, not enough to deserve her silence. But, in that world that had stripped her of most of her freedom, her voice was the only power she still owned, and she was allowed to decide who deserved her time. He had not offended her seriously, but he had still been disrespectful and she would not waste another moment being kind to him. “Lay down, lord.” she instructed, and still pushed him down before her words could reach his ears, just because she felt the urge to treat him like a child. God would forgive her, he would even laugh, she was sure of it. Despite her prideful thoughts, she could not help but admire his pale bare torso, the soft blonde hair covering his chest and the bright red line of the healed wound. He had a mark on the base of his neck and the desire to press her lips on that area shook her to her core. “Yeah, just skip this part of the story, would you?” Finan mumbled, eyes fixed on the dancing flames. Aoife blushed, both for the cold breeze and the embarrassment of her words, and nodded quickly. Somewhere, deep in her soul, she acknowledged his jealousy and the small, sinful fairy in her, who enjoyed Finan’s attention more that her Christian education would allow her to, smirked viciously. At some point while she was talking, his hand had dropped in her lap and she had held it since and with every stroke of his rough thumb on the back of her hand, she felt her heart rate speed up. “Of course, yes. Where was I?” She spread the poultice all over his irritated skin, careful not to hurt him. “It shall fasten the healing.” she explained coldly, all her attention fixed on what she was doing. Still, she could not help but look up when his hand closed around hers. The man was already watching her, with a tentative smile, and when he noticed her attention, he retracted his hand quickly and she found herself missing the warmth of his touch on her skin. “Lady, I must apologise for my previous words. I did not intended to offend you.” She scoffed, getting back up and stepping away “You did offended me, lord. You can or cannot tell me who you are, it is not in my powers nor my intentions to force you to tell us what you might desire to keep a secret. And I apologise for demanding it.” She was rushing her words, afraid that if she would stop, she would not find the courage to keep going “However, you own words of thanks and an explanation to my Sisters that had sheltered and took care of you, only with kindness, but you’ve been patronizing us and treating the people that are healing and feeding you with arrogance.” she collected her mortar and pestle “You could be the king of Northumbria, for all I know, but this is the house of God and before him we’re all the same.” she smiled coldly and with a little bow, she walked to the door. “I am no king, lady.” he raised his voice to hopefully stopping her from leaving. She turned around slightly, watching him with her eyebrows raised. “I am no king, lady. I’m just a man and you can call me Cenric. If you’ll allow me, I will tell you my story.” Under his hesitant gaze, she smiled tenderly “Thank you, Cenric. I’d be honoured.” It was a cloudy, calm spring day, but the summer was coming, she could smell it in the breeze. The lord was walking slowly, carefully leaning on a wooden stick she had grossly carved during the night. Sister Aeskel had asked Aoife to take him for a walk and she had more than gladly obey, she was craving any piece of information over the man. He was breathing heavily and Aoife asked him many times if he wanted to rest somewhere for a while, but he was as stubborn as a bull and every time she pointed out his fatigue, he sped up his pace, so she stopped asking, humouring him to prevent his wound to open again. They walked for a while in silence, and she patiently let him enjoy the clear air and peace; wherever he came from, she was sure there was no place as restful as the gardens of the Abbey. Somehow, they ended up in the stables. Cenric’s majestic black horse was the only one in the stalls and was chewing hay slowly. “Poor thing” Aoife said lowly “It must miss running.” She could feel his gaze on her skin “She sure does, she’s always being restless.” he stepped closer and the horse pushed her face against the palm of her owner. Cenric caressed her with long, slow strokes and gestured Aoife to approach them. “Put your hand under her nose, let her smell you.” The horse sniffed her deeply, tickling Aoife’s wrist with her warm breath. She couldn’t help but laugh lightly and the sound amazed the animal that shot her a wary look and then pushed her long face against the girl’s shoulder. The strong, affectionate touch took Aoife by surprise and she stepped back, losing her balance. She felt Cenric’s strong touch against the small of her back, sending shivers down her spine. Aoife held her breath, careful not to break the perfection of that experience. No man had ever touched her before, not even a brush of fingers, and the pressure of Cenric’s hand on her was secure and strong and made her head spin. It was just a moment, though, then he drifted away to run his fingers through the mare’s coat; she mimicked him and it felt like the most precious velvet under her fingertips. “What’s her name?” she asked then timidly, she hoped he would not notice the shortness of her breath and the blush on her full cheeks. She could hear him smile through his words “Godiva.” “Godiva!” Finan turned around shooting a knowing smile to the black mare that was grazing grass a few steps further. “Ye’.” Aoife smiled fondly at the creature “A valuable gift.” “He must have loved you dearly.” Finan noticed, watching her through his thick eyelashes. Aoife could not meet his eyes, fearing that she would break in tears in front of that stupid fire “Shush, let me talk.” “She must have cost a fortune.” “She was gifted to me.” Cenric answered and his amused smirked appeared under Godiva’s neck “You’re a curious little thing, aren’t you?” She smiled brightly “You promised me you would tell me your story.” He chuckled, watching her intensely “Indeed I promised. What do you want to know, lady? You can ask me freely.” “I have to ask?” He raised his eyebrows, a blank expression on his face, and with an exasperated groan she pointed at his chest “Who hurt you? And how? And why?” “So many questions…” “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” He rolled his eyes “I will, you eager woman, but I’m tired and sore. I say we rest for a while.” The sun had begun peeping out from the clouds and its warm kiss tinted Aoife’s face of a dark pink; she took of her shoes and settled her long skirt to cover her naked feet while she sat on the soft grass. She had dragged out from the stables two hay bales, for him to sit on, and was now waiting patiently for him to answer her questions. Knowing exactly, and enjoying greatly, the effect his secrecy had on her, he took his time to get comfortable and enjoy the warm sun, a rarity in his lands. When he reopened his eyes and they got used to the light, he found her already staring at him, with her pretty, fresh face on her bent knees that she was hugging tightly. He smiled again, impressed to still be able to do it; he had tortured her enough and, as hard as it was for him to open up, she had treated him much better that he deserved and, for reason he could only associate with the attractiveness of that young peculiar woman, he was eager to guide her through the lighter path of his dark past. “There’s not much to tell, lady.” “It won’t take long, then.” He was playing with the wood stick and Aoife waited patiently while he collected his thoughts. “My father gave me Godiva.” he finally said, eyes fixed on the grass. “I was seventeen at the time, ready to leave for my first battle against the Danes. He gifted me his best horse because he was certain I would die in that battle and he wanted my last friend to be that majestic horse. I would never forget the surprise on his face when I returned home, alive on Godiva’s back. I left for battle many times after that and I returned each time. I’ve been a warrior for the past seven years and I am certain I’ll be a swordman for the rest of my life.” he patted his chest lightly “And this wound is nothing more than a misunderstanding between swordmen in the ale house down in the village. Warriors are proud people, especially when ale is involved.” he raised his eyes to look at Aoife “I’m sorry if you were expecting a compelling story, lady. My life is not worthy of songs.” She knew he was lying, or at least he was not telling the entire truth, no one would be that much secretive about such normal life. Also, she was just a nun, but she knew that no tenants could afford a horse like that, and she was quite offended he would think she was fool enough to believe his simplistic explanation. Yet, she accepted what he was giving her, hoping that time would also heal his wary soul. “Thank you for talking to me.” He looked up to her, astonished “You’re a peculiar creature, lady.”

“Aoife.” “Pardon?” She shrugged timidly “You keep calling me lady, but I am not. Just call me Aoife.” He tilted his head, in a caricature of a bow “Well then, Aoife. It was a pleasure to walk with you.” “I do not trust him, Sister.” The Abbess was standing at the window of her room, watching, if not spying, young Aoife and that ungodly man. Even from distance, she could see that their hands were brushing against each other. Months had passed since his wound had completely healed, but he had asked permission to extend his stay. “I need God’s forgiveness, Mother” he had said, and the Abbess was in no position to refuse, but she knew, without the slightest doubt, that his soul’s redemption was not the reason of his stay. “I’m not blind, Aeskel, nor a fool. They think they’re outwitting us with their sneaking around during the night, but I’ve seen them.” She turned around, and looked Sister Aeskel with her sternest glance, the other nun nodded cautiously. “We’ve always known we couldn’t force her into becoming a nun; it is not the path God had planned for her.” she reached her Abbess and they watched in silence the shy lovers laugh under the sun of the hottest summer Mercia had experience in a long time. “I’m aware of that, Sister.” the Abbess then broke the silence “But she’s our responsibility and she won’t leave this Abbey with less than the most respectful and god fearing man she deserves.” Aeskel sighed sadly “I do not trust him, Mother.” she admitted “There is something under his perfect appearance that does not convince me.” “You’re freezing, my love.” Cenric’s hands run up and down Aoife’s arms, trying to warm her up; with the sweetest smile, she held his hand, stopping his frantic movement. “It is weird, isn’t it? How hot the days and cold the nights are here.” “You balance it, though.” He trapped a strand of her hair with his long fingers “Cold during the day, the warmest during the night.” In the holy house of God, their love was blossoming like the most beautiful, strongest rose in England; every step was new for Aoife and she had blindly entrusted her soul and heart to his experienced hands. She knew he had known other women, in deeper ways that she had allowed him to know her, but she preferred not to wandered too much around those thoughts, knowing way too well that she could not compare to the beauty and wit of women outside that Church. “You’re insulting yourself, Aoife.” Finan interrupted her again sternly, squeezing her hand “I’ve known my fair number of women…” “Not interested to know those stories…” “Let me finish” he scowled her and she silenced, and his harsh features softened in the tiniest smile “I’ve known my fair number of women and your beauty exceeds every man’s desire.” he tapped her temple with two fingers “And your more brilliant than any man, king, priest or warrior, I’ve ever met.” he patted her blushing cheek sweetly “There’s still work to do on your innocence, though. But we’ll get there.” he smirked smugly “Go on with your story.” “You know why I am distant in front of the nuns, Cenric. If the Abbess find out what is going on between us, she will separate us forever.” she caressed his cheek, and his stubble tickled the palm of her hand “She has the power to do so.” “Then come with me!” he exclaimed fiercely, gripping her hair tightly “We shall escape this miserable place and ride back to Wessex, where we could get married.” he embraced her hips, pulling her body against his “And birth children.” “This miserable place is my house.” she protested lightly, yet she could not hide how torn she was. “Do you love me, Aoife?” he whispered on her lips. She did, how can she not love the man, who held her with passion and promised her the freedom and family she had ever longed? And yet again, how could love be such a selfish feeling, was she in love with him or was she tricking herself into believing she did, only because he was the key to the life she had always aspired? Her response to his offer would change forever her path, and she should have reflected more than she actually did. But she was young and hastier that she would have like to admit. So she kissed him, with such force to make him stumble backwards, and whispered “I will come with you.”

“I’m in love, Sister.” Aeskel looked up from the herbarium “Are you now?” “I am.” “You’re just a child, dear.” “Girls younger than me have already birthed children!” The nun stopped what she was doing and sat on a chair “Come, child.” she patted her knees and Aoife chuckled lightly but followed her silent order and sat on them, careful not to hurt the nun. Years had passed since the last time she had been in that position, yet wrapping her arms around the nun’s shoulders felt natural and familiar. Time was leaving its mark on her face, but, behind the deep wrinkles and the patches on her skin, she still was a beautiful woman, with big doe eyes and a pretty nose. “Listen to me, baby.” the woman said, caressing Aoife’s back and hair “Cenric is a good person, but you’ve known him for less than a butterfly’s life.” Aoife’s looked up to heaven, trying not to cry. She knew she was stubborn, and it was too late for the Sister to try and change her mind, she was to leave with Cenric. And yet, her heart was breaking in a million pieces, because escaping that place also meant leaving behind the only family she had ever had. “I cannot explain my heart, Sister. I wish I knew the words to describe such a deep feeling.” She kissed the nun on her forehead “But I leave this place with a burden on my soul.” Aeskel stiffened “Are you to leave?” The girl smiled and stood up “I will forever cherish our time together, Sister.” and left. She had packed her bags too soon. Cenric had instructed her to meet him at the stables, when the moon was at its highest spot in the sky. At dinner, she had excused herself early, as the emotions swirling in her stomach would not let her eat, and at the last lights of sunset she had already packed her few belongings. Surrounded by the silence of the dark, she had watched her feet scrape the wooden floor and waited, long enough for fear to overcome excitement. Luckily, when she was about to reconsider her choice, the moon touched the top of the dome of the sky, and she left, with her light sack and heavy heart. When she reached the stables, the cold had already pierced through her mantle and into her bones and she gladly welcome the warm of the horse’ breath. “Hello my love.” she greeted Godiva, patting her on the neck, “Are you eager to leave?” The horse neighed and pushed against her hand; Aoife grew fonder of Godiva every day and the animal too seemed to prefer her attention to those of everyone else. And so she waited her lover, patting his horse and listening to her heartbeats and the noises of the animals in the night. At some point, she slipped down to the floor and, when the first lights of the day brighten the stables, she was still laying there. No sign of Cenric. “That’s it? He was just gone?” Aoife smiled sorely “Just like fog. Nobody saw him leave or had the guts to tell me that he did, but he was gone.” she chuckled bitterly “The coward took his time to go to my room and leave his weapons as a gift. How generous of him, right?” “I really don’t know how I should answer to that, Aoife.” “You shall not.” she brought her hands to the fire, grazing the flames with the tips of her fingers. “Did you love him, Aoife?” Finan asked, before realizing that he didn’t want to know the answer and the more she thought about it, the more he wanted to pretend like he had not asked anything. She noticed his discomfort and put a hand on his face; her skin was hot and welcoming, and he relaxed under her touch. “Don’t take my silence as uncertainty, Finan. It’s hard for me to interpret my feelings at times, but I’m sure about this. He was handsome and I desired him, but I know now that love is something deeper, it is longing a body as much as a soul and a heart and a mind. I craved his body and the freedom he promised me, but when I closed my eyes and pictured a family and a happy life, he wasn’t part of it.” she shrugged, unsure “Sometimes I wonder where I would be now if he hadn’t left.” “Well, we’ll never know. And I’m glad about that.” Finan smirked smugly, then the sound of footsteps made him turn around. Two companions were approaching to replace them on guard duty. Finan patted Aoife on her back “Come on. Time to sleep.” “Thank God, I’m freezing.” she stretched her limbs and got closer to her friend, to enjoy the warmth of his body until they reached the tents. She hit his hip with hers “Thank you for listening.” He wrapped her shoulders with his strong arm “I have to say, I preferred you when you were quiet, you blabber wee thing.”

“Oy!”

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