#i always liked wicke since playing sun and moon but after i watched the anime i really like how sweet she is 🥺 the stufful episode is so.

[jils-things]

ill just be quick with it be nice to me 😭

wicke is really cute okay?

[libidomechanica]

And, have never an envoy either head

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               First Stanza

He some coy maid half English, without a   ray. Followed away from thee to give the   door ajar so he was long journey … and passion is going to him. That deed too, vs in the time I hunt for the chiel   maun be patient grew: he wrong! I wallows,   of being someone free. The insomniac listens mute in an abyss. It cheer. To it. Hey ho! Yet doth what the bed. To   taste sometimes are eerie? All along the   world,—which, shining in the litter as in Banquo’s glass! Name it should blesse the window. The amnesiac who tunes into a   spectral resident—whose joys did find his   way to t, since God is wot, their love may stand you were all that we are dangerous.

               Second Stanza

And am forced or leaves the same tempo.   However, not my good day, cash comes   Indigestion, not the edge of doom. Then stilly murmur of it. And two bodies from his dress, and find no part, and the floating   we were hardened lava. And in all the   November of the heart grows woman’s roar and for thin potation bestow all motion of Dracula my face: now I love   each place. That for these thread, that’s wronged beyond   their vigour arms. Where think and thing bashful art, that least nor these enclaspëd hands of life out to do with the lamp of a city,   space to be. Till as the name? Or proof   of alcohol, And events of rhyme. That the worlds have no more. Of you stripping sweet.

               Third Stanza

The deed, and delight, and yet all the   November of bricks out my gruel! They could   rate but show to be king low! And move; the night to come down thy finger out of these three A. And you, although Amaryllis,   she cricket bleed at a time it I would   I could we defer our lips! Whose heart preferr’d the sunny summer long; the placemen, every light the night of fortune’s   matrimonial bounties he took on as   always, that he had made a wicked man cried, unmarried, each bending on the bones for a long, asleep. That crazed his lips do   than a wound, and especially ill yet   either woes? Cause the bay when the books were we lay, the first appears, and fussed at me.

               Fourth Stanza

I played wi’ the silence of hermit Age   might not so uncontested day nor night   the sea grows story of before he call’d Parks, ’ where dwell be, too, such stormy, the lady is, see where, thine heart is as worn in   a corsage to the force begot in the   motion of well-bred—most innocent play stones still come to the eldest mark the moone best be changed its life I feel! Yet all once   yet! So, the princesses and people, grief   and the whole centre of each, by Nature story of max! And gazed disturb. Stripping from the Isles love, the Lady of the Croft   were rich esteeming in their spite, whom self-   same strangement of the Continent, all my below! Not till full of promised souls!

               Fifth Stanza

I think they’re too numerous, like this mortal   clothing back into a new that shines   bright as sent a mile, more fatal intermix’d connection, who should comes from their silent some attend on our place; where you, break   in your brain;—and arms reach foreigners in the   snow continuous as the conspicuous man. Than I shall men as plants increase, now transient, and the physical dissolving   in the Hunter and frame his life change’s   knife, with,—’Damn your continuous animals. At first great assemble the wild and meikle their brink of Hippocrene, whom   maids by night: whilome thy hurt applies, and   confusion; there, like a delicious of slave no more than I saw him go o’er there?

               Sixth Stanza

That is sair, alas! Drawn by yours no more.   Exactly why it was it your face, my   Deare, let bee. Some gently sways at ease, cheered and in a dreams are all was received with clear the sun! The amnesiac who turns   green. Tis also of sober reason, the   fretful pains, but by and open always watching the other least; Mars carriage-tomb, the laws of neither cans and after-loss:   ah, do not, but chiefs, orators, queens,   patriots, kings on and dearer than when the sun. Diploma, just your kiss. Up, my own. Every poor beast these precautious duty,   and madness to eternity.-Wound, like   flowers our two better the onward, touch you call along the same stripling waves roar.

               Seventh Stanza

To give my dear, dear domestic stricken   mute, die and blessed on two days outworn, when   on a visiting toward for a private play, and half enclosed. Juan, who saw thee, nae travellers, and himself on the margin’d   rills float or sink, be high to driven by   a big black the kids had chose follies dight. Which makes my prouder o’ luve’s little superficial, and you had expect me   to mine, young, weeks have seen the narrative   by yours nor me. The night nurseth the sky and than when a moment to the worst to that he pushed the puppy’s breathing through the   hears the third or fourth offspring, made up of   things which is this from Yugoslavia somewhere dwell in the will feel it dark woods.

               Eighth Stanza

That makes her giant or in pensive Sara!—   At wore upon your fortune’s might decreased   velocity, every weel aff, as far away. Midnight in despite till be sport it’s full of another; for whom favour   or deformed of life change is my prime,   winters stormy, the most others are languish on this, and not bite you doubt is whisper instrument. Curls a damp wind which this,   reader, know in part museum of the   valley, where he deepening one after year, my carry in each. Smiles encountered, he lies bare blade another it be according,   her face then, I think it had been embraced   as twilight except in robbing like a kiddy upon our played about ye.

               Ninth Stanza

To Long Knives’) getting out, the sky-lark shrills.   When other, I can, i’ve done things, a Moon   of her her out his cheeks and cause you may; take me a multitude of moral me; he’llfind it still in my verse ever come   down. Peace, and the pain assuaged, and look’d out,   the page, will fall from their Christ! Other still sever. Where all for evermore been ceaselesse thinking off like those. Call he dances   is,—there are half daddy, as if to   thinkes thereon the funds at war with his change dissolves to freedom’s chose for the place? Change is dying year fallen on my face   no double the rents? The other and the   rat; I know wherefore I wail, the grief or anticipation. As ever so.

               Tenth Stanza

Some years shine at morning petals of my   grief into the future bride.—For oh, her   dear of the length, her what they stilly murmur of lights of energetic. If our love, what choleric and vast, our young. But   when you what, I sit and all her feeble   flock, that feeds on my Genevieve! Juan, our bombers surrendering partaken out of, as o’ergrown where we must be tangled   mind, where you wring you were wast, and choke his   vision into is, was full low, along the dolls, perfect love so rough another my heart will short, the boy’s pattern to starving   him like a Taper o’er the holy   books say, and disheveled, hissing and dare not my latest space-age gear the Susan!

               Eleventh Stanza

Except the white, nor pause, nor such a   theory that last: if twice five mood potential,   who, when soft and the hallowed. As those plague, Vertue hath been supporters, two women live her with friends to last kissed his hasted   thy sommer prowde withal, in unexpectations,   with the leg muscles from his Forehead. Dukes, had graceful, that went. But the racket this largesse? I’ll be no sin love: rich   long had love kill’d to myself like to laughing   on their shoes. Me faster—infusion of Dracula my face oh looks, and weep to climb’d on the kind and sob buried me   away! What some lonely isle of Salámán   was holding, all those whom the break in your mind. But would: both have not to look out?

               Twelfth Stanza

And than aught me in a spheres, will quickly   known, althought every beauties wear, till of   grief of my sighs, my Love! And the laying interrogate the sky and angry that I wear to give, the most hath this woodland   with the deems it is always with me; for   those who are now, breath. And give him that bear that name to be taken of France, came up, all move to seamless and a whirl the games.   Jury of our coyness I will I taste   at first attack as every like: and understood, and this point out a path to support his heard it still in Friend, to show of   moss and will believing him lint and often   lived and rose, thy pity like: there was shocked the stayed away, come to be so strain.

               Thirteenth Stanza

That crazed his with loss of life that which this   is sweating to his owne voyce obtaine sweetest   of heath, this to me?—The Heav’n from the fire you it was wi’ a mate in his pick of myself concern: indeed I dare not   feel to-day. To his madness honour from   the holy book! I fill mysteries and loving so should: and nowe the glories and let me not rose and yet, as o’er song I   probably too hard her, must be? To be woo’d   and she tender floods, whose texture compels me with dayly suit: his dying woman’s brandy’s fervent fermentation; here next,   the hot blood. I love your hand to thee in   a little ones moan; long ago was my brain, when past the case, and dames condition.

               Fourteenth Stanza

Praised be my dear, Wi’ Johnny, my deere, this   witnesse well, thought, whose knees are very flows,   of moss is in perfect noon, as midnights are lost innocuous square the proof of alcohol, And every side, some people   quiz it to me with your promise always   when Salámán was here! Old wives, so call along. Ill, to dispute what I am nothing with pity,��juan, as must help the   most heinous crime, nor tame with a necktie,   she is neuer the hummingbirds. Waiting town; the magnanimity of each doth breed, the vacant orange ball. When dear   Clarinda, friendship’s hands I could dancing shoes   worn like thistle-ball, not even weep to sever. And leap’d amid a murder-spot.

               Fifteenth Stanza

For it is only the press to hate, but   I know what you cloyest me good, to gaze upon   the physical discussion, which even you’re tells up, dreams are in masquerade; and where taste. My hope! The yellowing old,   waiting too hard to run as it cheek reclined   thus on my rose thread now?-There be tongue. You have a-year. When he her golden pleasures growing of some in the think that can   enlighters, each sits at the sky-lark shrills.   Morning casement seeme he look on as she him from the Rights and high Philosophy’s Oil Soap, dog kibble. Of my rurall   must be? That a love good with me not stay   to show of mouth, and was call for a throne in luve I ken thy finger outward fate?

               Sixteenth Stanza

Lily and if I give him a Nurse—her   Name Absál—her Years, by the speed, and could   wish the diction, and her bright, with,—’Damn your thou die before than when it is the played in sweethearts are gazing upon imagined   a white&thin; the maggot born to see   in a lethal musket shot, a carpet as, thoughtful green, robbing with the violence on the road was brown lass, and Juan’s farewell.   Poor Tom was only in the violet,   one day see both in excess, eat up the songs that beauty was only in this heart is merchandized whose pallid beare, with   humour also bonfires made, and destroy   their office that the Baby of heaths star-pitched the scene is winsome attention.

               Seventeenth Stanza

Things. Let me ever love it moves, he hugs   his muse, till my golden Cradle set;   opening begonne, and be clever, thou shepheards deuise she single red dress dancing a white good as simple and all her in her   face a blushes for years later smart, court   and one who govern in the literary lower or he who his dames condemn’d town till as a children dear, were dewdrops   fell my health may change’s knife, with my   destines all, or utters down this Child of Carnal Composition Unattaint,—a Rosebud blow, when passion into sublime   of my dull flashes before you not for   which I and the roses for proof. The oldest said hi to mee: no, no, no, my Dearie!

               Eighteenth Stanza

Our second life will star foreigners—and Love!   From thee I speak. With me, a sinful earth,   defac’d its life I feel it dark woods. My face. Continents—as if facing all made for the phantasies, too deeply had I   been obligingly flows, in notes, when I   long prayers, but is ere wit we get away children, at midday when my head, looking with my God. On whom the life out of   love, and one sees another think I’m different   Italian, as a madness honour me, by slave is; sae droops our place where you may; take me rue it. Composed, as it’s a   kiss at last leave to wax more wary thing   but a little strange thy bud’s the sweete reward fate?—For oh, her, must play, ye villains!

               Nineteenth Stanza

He have itself, and then leave me kind.   Serenely brilliant eyes first strangled mute, die   and died. She listen here you looked, white good- morrow, kiss his bosom head the same time I’ve darksome shady leaving door-bells to   the press. An innocuous man. To bury   a man, I have seen a Congress to have lost my mind, the good day, as drowned than lie, but first let any morrow and will,   with skill. Your next to expiate the onward,   till pass it unimpeached. And sung, and lightsome day. And silks, to learn’d. Tho’ half earth and fatal intermix’d connection.   Between; each sucked in a cave; and now grown   common lose my gain for her teens. Who, when love and new delight, a dreams in x-ray.

               Twentieth Stanza

To danced his cheek the streets at his heigh-ho!   The road, unless he could your feet to show   another side, all thy service to be discourse. Moan; long dead, and proved two into its welcome nae wanted princesses of   hermit Age might shall another joys of   myself, all perdue; for Vertue hath closde all they seemed as simply wears she green spark of that thought evermore been ceaseless, that asking   locked upon his silken net, all my   arms, a girl was rung, now, than I lie in vain. Each was still kisses have them kiss. New: nought forth her once, and b the lay stone or   lead, or an approach of Love, all round was   but in us, waiting clouded eyelid and prove, which upon memory in each.

               Twenty-first Stanza

It is as if an icebox had been   obligingly very capital apace;—   esteeming; I love killer, not my dear Love, who loves me better: lest individual under the painting this autumn,   in glades’ colonnades, all the fool with   hardly knew all makes me weep to clear falling flowed away. May see both are out; for that he had not be who still like to the   sand interesting is no more nearest   for years; not carefull hower, shaped herself is black sacrament. The rose or if it seem one that ye could rate but one   attorney. And most miserable spite, which serves   tuned for thine in a row like taxi girls’ dormitory and bonny blue instead.

               Twenty-second Stanza

Is called a drum in islands the nest. I’ll   come back to the heart is so rarely thought   to pleasure, would he picked man the even weep so sore! When Beauty won my poor souls, where camera chases two orange route. Sort   of tears prevail against a tear; but with   Decay, to walk with August over the artist that feeds on worlds quite ethereanent. Has tantalized me away, dead black   and all it is an idol show, since the   incidents relate the smell, of the voice to be; discussion, and I much like a man who hasn’t do, though rosy lips are empty   art. Of mine. Please let me not seen, This   is the clear! Dear rose tree. Or, like small, jewel has chariot, rolling off like diamonds.

               Twenty-third Stanza

With a loftier song of the unhappy   few an early love, and the same time   while he vomits he call’d to that we are change in mass, dimension, from so much only book! Make that red disease—year after   still, thought not got to die, or bends with a   bow, and thus, my Lord, by thy finger late minds admitted from the face to me this huge stage-lion of the light quit your mouthed   grey melt away art resented, and ever   had a meaning off like a maukin she sleep, dear understand the koi kiss hand’s lightly votes part of tender the blacked-out   cockpit of infamy: and light to sit   and grieve me. Their pivot he heard,—and then those blots that ye could the spring. This mind!

               Twenty-fourth Stanza

Too dearly dinner, then to mourning pyne   I, you were fame is a mortal, but the   old sweatshirts. Lay, the various as the way how dreary: it was the edge of your buds with such as bid my halfe in disguise.   Which I and the came back her heaved—she stept—   then the lassie is glaikit wi’ thee; or, like my shouldst my feign his invisible cloak and then still come thoughts remove from above,   on earth. The snow, she of the channels?   Would be ours from the presence. Quench like Tinkerbell and put in vaine thou canst prevail against thou overcome in the waved to   keep that is going heaven of all business   lessenesse ware; with care heard her, myself will see, of salt, of sands as blanket.

               Twenty-fifth Stanza

He slays the sea; and so little Merman!   Than you like a Taper o’er vales and a’!   Is yet had rather was old he have no one pink, the glint of far-off fireworks, a last leave to the other’s green: and you see.   I have it once yet! They return, yearning   subdued, the sound shall no more. Then awful, could see the eye. That is, it sent out naked on to Paris watching flower   unfamiliar care now, thanks me not long   endureth all he dancing, soothing call along they won’t even with mercurial skill where rich with the spring has gone in   blood with golden shield did seemed sing of the   great, if not its signifies the What fate of three the holy flesh moulders.

               Twenty-sixth Stanza

Will luve o’ my bed’s—sprawl? As the Whigs not   Twenty—from thee my love is my heart will   know, while ech this, t’ have way it came back. With virtuous wish God with light winds howling, will from her husband, not out wit, war,   sense of a lie. Yet how worth nor overrooted,   by the Third? A grace and transitory and bolted the this rough, me, than thing in you linger late minds of love in   the think thee to mee: no, no, my Deare, let   us progenies of important, indeed, to state affairs is most friendly staying- that is part museum of cities,   that love, the depth, with constant Sea tells me   weep to several score; thou will not carefull hower, which this pipe, and forbeare?

               Twenty-seventh Stanza

I heard on the last kissed his happiness;   nor did not be whole in low prostrations   pith, and true’ is all mysterious Lord you. She wild and drove passions, airs; ’gainst the wishes the sweet it shook to see: and years;   not contented … I probably, right come thy   sake?—The Heav’n from her slumber of that world so filled; where stands to bride, why of each, and she nurse in a field a burning, that they   grew in sun and see not a license and   yet would he had no blush, with Magic-mighty beauty Full; who thus eased be, thou will not changes. Beat into thee, and thee, and   the Thames, had gone on the trip and not its   own, is not stay as I disturb’d her night such colds then sinks with one I loue shoulders.

               Twenty-eighth Stanza

So will show, since hap always would rate but   inward worthy gallery, that thou for   the old text, still by the heedle a word the other most fear to loose our only one critique, just read how rough the world! Bee.   And yet, because though to face: now I know,   for brilliant eyes have crime, to drink but once and cause I seemed to keep the stormy stately pines embosom’d the waved to an ear-   shaped her bloody earth was shee. Since you agen.   And dames of dross; with virtuous rage; be my bane. Thus Nature said, Oof! Behold spies, or wood, and again the most jolly.   Three sang of the speed and monogrammed watch   a herd-maid gay; who live again would have a caravel staving void of a lie?

               Twenty-ninth Stanza

She site the cowslips plied, to the actual   war is. Lily-like, which I will stop its   waving here next at shall profit them wherefore he tooke: well constant … to go. Since then, Love doth Nature cheats us front steps   above! On with a friendship is feign’d page.   I am in love; and in hue could not know I’m borrowed. It came down, call me call’d apes, and smote himself like flowers do not   youth did befall, led for everywhere? Days   of seas assigned to settle which love their chances; the Croft were none will stop as that of attack at her but don’t make sorrow,   have lost in wonder at they shall ever   comes quickness and cause the truth, it has such plenty and left so deep to the keen teeth.

               Thirtieth Stanza

Amid then she does never yet—ah me!   I a mere taste. Never but what thou hast   my blue Peter, ’ and come, and she was wont to and her brightness? And time that not even you’re tells me with tapers come: love makes   you stay here, ’ he crow or dove, you with you,   break in your hands do not know not yet—never with the narrows hath a passion, gave me never come! Dead, looking through the blasted   into the eldest. Truth would recomment;   when passion slide into wood, and numbers such as bless: one monstrous diamonds. Not cry and the moon shine of yore. Tell me, Love,   your neighbour touched a though more than afraid   … I probably tried to seem but half-closed myself another moe, do such a heigh-ho!

               Thirty-first Stanza

Such rage disarms—who is so proud lap pluck   them out the bargain ye wad buy; but   inwardly do prate. In fact of all the causelessenesse ware; with me. Of table, would kiss, she never and about my selfe   didn’t want of mass and give away; whether   hands, feet, driving, lowers, and sweet favour or whether the champagne and modest grace. How shall I know what from thee faire haire; her   for the white-wall’d town; at the white mankind,   as also of so great self, a shuddering has been hate me this man no more; drop in for a merry heart … he does I will   luve to meet her once at home to yours, and   the den of champagne and ogle: o, ye ambrosial moments! That you will sever.

               Thirty-second Stanza

Especially if new, or fame, or no .   Flying, but now approach of country maid   half drowned that from her heart, when the book. As drown’d, he line of us sobbing lip, and there they knew she whose plague are in thy ruffles   or his Head. There: o keep that glitter.   Somewhere Melodie The love your wit and to seamless and last, a lord of true plain and the little space of your sacrifice, the   linkt a dead broke. The soldier went forward   of flowers: a rib, a pelvis, is it seems, down! Was too nearer wheel where you danced his crest the waters for seventy yeare   we must prove how I know it without in   undistinguish wrung the armèd man, they say I love of youth, from above me and prunes.

               Thirty-third Stanza

Two small lend to her. And though more sugar’d   to the wedding came, and if of ony!   Beauty cannot hear it. Over the blesse caressed, I hung with dayly suit: his crack; crack through fast asleep. And blush, withouten   many a diploma, just a little   turret when I forbid then his brain is just read how rough, me, the pleasure first made like to the creak of what you leane, I burne in   love to be woo’d and unkind; he may turnkey   Lowe. He was well lit, that do with smother’s taut throat untied a kerchief sae douce and which sits at twenty add a hundred   Thousand sink from four paint my worth! It come   down, so let the heath, that seas between they behold the crammed watches the sky-lark shrills.

               Thirty-fourth Stanza

That they woxe, and two bodies from hidden   o’er vales and North, and oh, her lot. The deems   it is time it shall be sportive as long- lived phoenix in her breaking the humming thinner admit impediments. Higher   them vphold. And by thy fresh-cut hair tarnished   him low, toward me fast fa’ the spray. And after all my arms, a girl with the blank wall. That the right? And on our beds and nail—sit   on the name, and the gold bought, and burn through   t is not love is my indolent sympathy. Fast fa’ the Charles very things, stars in spring-tides are one ever there   the station; but many a debtor; the   fretful pass in spring. Lying of a plum. Me every poor play, such valid reare.

               Thirty-fifth Stanza

A sort of ladies, we must borrow, and   hand, friends overmuch; I walk’d with crick and   with me not rhyme. In the van, booze in field so short absent love’s not a proclaim’d; through branches of a foolish Hobbinol, where   Melodie Woo’d and is not prove a care; thou   fooles shred on two pink, the Virgin’s mystical virgins blushes for my bed’s—sprawl? And Lo! What does I will answer as if   facing always immoral, then, while burned,   somewhere we are to mee: no, no, no, no, my Deare, let go. To welcome for the thunder’d knockers broke thee and May? The rose or   if it seems rather fruit. Laid, who saw the   cup I take ours for ever: yet, ere we’d lives were miserable mess. That, unknowing?

               Thirty-sixth Stanza

The lily’s whispers tarry and about   dread; it is time began the keen teeth, your   name I used to pierced to seed the cruel is she! And signs of course. My love confusion strains of her sort of mortal, but babble.—   The Heav’ns so often lived so intense   fragility: full for what noysome gulfe, which this, Time’s fool, Love, young, but whence wound! Normally the song, too, his Bed, but without a ray.   How it and flutes: it is time began, the   Musky Locks dividing rice, nor outward forms have beheld, where is come nae wanton Satyr he but who am I cold,   ungrateful, that water entering on his   worlds on mighty Babylon: whether in literary lower than foe: who should.

               Thirty-seventh Stanza

In watch a fixèd fancies scum, and think she   sleep, when they drank from me. So pierced their powers   to that b-b-b-breaks the Five per Cents? The Girl, hey, girl, we recall, now this beautiful that asking looks alone, stood   and mocks my lustfull leave been well by the   physical fact with evermore admiration of handsome and frantic Pain must pursuing that loue, I hope of love it   not back again that bold and gay, in such   delight arose, thy good care here. Traps for the best move rage from no lines all, Wi’ Johnny, my dear chill better hemispheres,   where the main, and abroad, he lies in a   mother, world! Dead, the pistils for all her inspiration—I don’t get in his she!

               Thirty-eighth Stanza

History. Tells up, the same harpy. Away,   dead was but Half-lance up in sound, hissing   fennel, run to support his forehead I played in time in her for a woman’s ingratitude of well-clad waiters, reign of   course. Ye shall another way, to chat on   generous purposed to lose that will say no. Where is the green and one of your voices should you know fully read, the sand-   hills, then to batter, ’ and like to the other   decease. Has tantalized me with pretty ruth upon her bright a ray. Smokes an infinite heart? Which he was, and thee that   the one the dead man say when I thy servant’s   and found hers the shedding person seems rather Attica; or he who hast brass.

               Thirty-ninth Stanza

Of wedding call those handy lads, has ever.   Robbing now you’re in your mind no spot   where torn from love’s not less, wild with smothers: some year’s first did see, the swell as bad, for the tribunes’ crew; and hers samphire, ’ through   the world—ah me! Among they seem like them   up with thee! Common cry also althought I would Wisdom be shine heart in loue; if he bends the speed of late. And sail, without   be gay, so the right; our dearest rose or   if you were a bow, kiss his sowre-breath’d mate taste her Dearie! And nowe the public foe, then down to several languid breeze has dried   the diction, thou shepheards looked, taken out—   at work out that will be done? At random gales from mine, your pupil pen, neither fine.

               Fortieth Stanza

Truce with friend? Your provocative mud in,   until to some homeward thro’ and trembling   cheerful, with pity! For one day, the Muse with their head, though our stole amongst the welked Phoebus drew wide world’s start, what minute   goes. So let out even you danced from my   bridegroom, wi’ sense and yonder heart alone? The universely our bought, and strove together woman smokes an idol show   thy books say, and another now; for shall   be Easter-time is call’d off by one’s going to me appears, by the blood. Ah want to the lips and after tragedy. Had   thrill’d my guileless though it were vex’d. Devoutly   wish’d for affords. Or nay. Would make too though ice burne in low prostrations? Or learn!

               Forty-first Stanza

Midnight I would be schismatic in two.   Down; there found the ebb-tide leaves flames beside   the sureness of early about thy more dying into the deep, where our stars; snare of a red gold their heads did meet no   remora. Us, nameless transistor   to Long Knives’ getting his and lost lie still in Friends over, it pours such hazard, without confine themselves in my mind of the   apron. Their couplings, whom I lorne? Of my   dull fleshed to give, the change, was one, in whom I left me, and to him. When they crafty, I am stuffed up, doth make. Shall I,   unskilfully, wearing an old man chatter   gladly all motion of the dead, the main, and anon come away! Yes, and with thee.

               Forty-second Stanza

In whispered the Five per Cents? Changes, down,   there is, so often to the sparrow, and   she smile when we come and the bee, my faltering bark, whose chanced to confesses her, then, they from the cowslips plied, to take   ourself—first Every day, assurance, came   up, all thy smokie fires made evening on the waves roar, how lang ye looked cloud that whales come, and mark the fuel of life here the capricious   Augury should dance of a chessman,   wi’ purfles and sail for cash for years; not one; a touch, no think of it; for that I do call’d as usual quickly know all   alike, bubbling, not even I was a   bum on the oldest wealth, my bridegrooms sword better less the wind whirl of the day?

               Forty-third Stanza

The princes; o sceptred hands o’ life he   seemed sing of neither dames of rather turn   the door, no shafts so sure ye will be as free loved and Rights and confusedly, and sithes I bleede. Foe: who shouldst my ruine sought;   give me necessity and much, and what   he sate with it. If you from the frost, instede of many an encounterfeit: so should be dated—though in our loathing bark,   whose who like to me. And, have run the cravat   stainless steel the West gardens, they see? Must steer with due precautionary hints can touches. Can your mind that life as with   its hull again to seamless lie in bed   cawing Nooooo at the morning people’s voice to field Mars carriage. Ready how the cops.

               Forty-fourth Stanza

Darts, and by that in one, in which serve thee;   or, if he, to dreams in x-ray. Some seas   betweene thing in my face: o, carve not been murderers of our beds and years for your continue pure; tho’ world of toil, save force   begot in undistinguish on the rail   has chariots in full stand a heart. Along the voice in the strong sigh; for all children, at midnight emitted as for joy   or stone or less: there be toom, being voice,   nor in pensive more the burden my off’ring next neighbour’s bride the wedding came by horsemen. The old trick or two, would be   humiliating throw mildly ere it can’t   stops your heart shall soar. In twice you all who loved, boxes ever light was never straw.

               Forty-fifth Stanza

Two years, by the sunny summer’s front steps   down. Utters wasted, rich, celebrated,   and the springs; while he vomit then they were a mirror, the less please; whether is a miracles performed’st credit give   while I plant bombs inside your own hand, and   yet to please, nor restrain, to overlook’d him not at once at home; for the breeze has dried their rose to weepe. Blush, but the trip and   bending all the small amount I lay, the   only that swelling of causeless, as young till from the breasts, ranged me dear to her; and is nearby mountainted hyacinth   at once mourn for death, which watching then to   dust. The south, and becomes for half daddy, as if they can be idle cigarette.

               Forty-sixth Stanza

The rain lasts anywhere the arms ’gainst your   rested day nor night not so; not of   seventy years later she sings have not heart bastard signs of the leaves nor restrains open the bell, and husks of the dead men go;   and heart to heaven, in the tubes and   company of plastic, metal, or frown, he shrunk in no angry than a wondering mourning beside, all are there fame with   mercurial skill, in robbing with August   over the mind that I have heart hath the capriciousness of the sparrow beside, thou art monitor, the songes, down and   aye? Little hard her teens. Who loves the Soul   of dust, and both the ditty, but I, vnbid, fetched their glorious prove, and fro, riddled.

               Forty-seventh Stanza

Thus on she smile; and yet, thought what after   strain, to the actual looks alone; the price   of blossom blows eight blue ladies must burnt his might charms akimbo and let the few or manners. Control to live they run into   the other voices of a city   by the heath, that are just a nation, while heart of those worthy to be very worst, old Time, blunt thee how the springs as you   more fully down where in my palms were but   little sparrow beside me, on a red balloon bursting in my winding brave so rough and be turn’d to some to bury a   man was hid. Apes, and plain, in earth, even   the more admired or lead, or an apron? Till a’ the secret, and thought but so.

               Forty-eighth Stanza

And my wheels go overseeing, but the   wood blue wild! What the self-same strangle with   your face but if we don’t hint, but it is as if his pure. It was taken of much increased velocity, space of him, he’d   die if she steal me a flitting servant’s   pudding—no shafts so swell again. Quench like in every weel aff, although such an opportunity as nights of eve; and then   hastily spak, the last line thousand sithes   I curse me the burden light with me. Though you call the latest space-age gear the morning what shame come sounding along to   roose her Dearie! Them where want, as late scatter’d   at the king has he bends to feet were his bosome coy maid. Me now. And lay no more.

               Forty-ninth Stanza

Deep, as drowned this propped in inward, touch of   us sobbing, no limit to settle   worth her brothers have been supporters, two orange ball that field-mice are abroad, he can entomb it racks, priest; shut stand, you are   changed its bright suffice might was a good do   t ye, gentle Euphues, whose shady steal; but will hold young and loved. I cried at your will expect me to your tongue more, plaine, which   turning, eyes is distress; and how them up   with you! I think such a yoke Julia, I bring have had open on its late scattering himself, a shuddering and drink a   drop in for a friends over, she wild! In   vain essay thy defect, command, friend remark my frown whereto the eyes, and die.

               Fiftieth Stanza

A hard to remind those koi, still break and   sunny summer-time it I would be sad   or cheek and twinkle on the radio was kill’d my guileless Genevieve! Thou’ free as an untoward, the Musk-Harvest of   pop culture are the back the minds admitted   as sought I would rather world and shut me in disguise. Sound as that bright the devil can see though heauen gan over vodka   or come to be sung in the truth is   decorum, and find two days it will not for you more fatal interior of the clear! Which, being quite unaware; within   be fed, with thee and I desperate   centuries ago-a sword better, that kind sea-caves! Not fair love even he her Dearie!

               Fifty-first Stanza

And hinted hyacinth is dead brothers   lie frae charm this happiness; but that I   probably broke thee and pain of finite pass his way? To give your spring and hills intersect and sometimes … I don’t make too busy   visit; the gear the altar elevated   by, when the same we are lost body close meek embraced by foule stumbling chariots in my couch I have sometimes   such delighting nation, one sacred Rights   are all at least lie, until ye try them, and if we don’t born in the springs,—your slightly taut in the hot bath. And fare the   star that happy he whole Trinity but   the grass, or at length, her with Decay, to changes, down! Wings, they are you, you aren’t.

               Fifty-second Stanza

And a burning still cut striction awaits   me a flirtations of course untainted   for she said: Trumpets on the grocery married, and I will hint allusion all made evening towards that was what is done; I have   thee arrangement, itself another straw.   But if flames beside, wi’ sense had thy single little Merman! Come to that glittering and take him, so they seeme he look this   man no more; drop in for a private blow—   I swearing and song of sight fell,—don Juan, wrapt in company, can we be whisper’d horses for so many man that the fume   of thread, which brought the woman, so sweete reward   them and understand. When April tell that the street and deep to see me we’re not.

               Fifty-third Stanza

Is just steer with kings, in promoting made,   and I don’t knows what noysome gulfe, which is   not youthful sap, at least, I may stay in my dream of summer beauties when will keep the sweet hour a man with the horn is so   proud-pied April bends to flaw, or coffee   grinder. Thy eyes, transistor to Long John Bull—I have such hazard, where stands the cycle’s charioteers call’d to make a dent for   the place you are not the came alone as   the circum-walk the keep pace; the twist, or els some I’m sure might and gray, come it. Give me leave the last for dreadful passion all   the wandering on the hinny he’ll crack   the former live yours no more: so should’ve said: I must we passion in the little strange.

               Fifty-fourth Stanza

At morning across there follies going?   Jewel in summon, ah! How shall seek after   all those their average numeral; also they can be idle cigarette. But wit, nor mine one small perdue; for all its ropes   relent, so that my latest of pride; and   hands should blessed souls, when the ysicles remaine, whose who hast nae mind that I wear their heart. Shall I taste her with downcast eye on,   gave him meditative. For the ghost begun.   I languid humour in ancient art while I can, i’ve done? And that ruin wild and in a nursing hours, that let any   flaws or suits fully even bury a   man; and will tell, or fame, or name, and When a children lisp the most mindlessly.

               Fifty-fifth Stanza

I rise against myself respect, that madmen   may use deceived for us. The new   name is no time is Jupiter, if thou bitter taste that I lead the great price of the unregenerations, lovers—who   in a lethal musket shot, a caravel   staving streets in my class’d amongst a people’s voice, nor the future bride; in vain essay that tenderness and underwent   singing hearts that all, answer him of angel   beautiful blush’d with please; whether head the cincture or observe what none, in equal verse, till I sawe so fair; the long-lived   aloud: Help, help would never yet—ah me!   And strokes in brassy paradise, ’ which least, I may staying-that I should wake up dead.

               Fifty-sixth Stanza

When with turning petal myself only.   What will behest disarm’d his court and sware   deuoutly wish’d for thine; ’ both pype and draw no lines all, that madmen may nothing just rear ourselves apart. I shall another   difficult, remembrance, Julia. Under the   big white-wall’d this carried with rains, and one with sights shines bare to a tax-trap—I have seen like a fattened hill answer and tarry.   All passage left me on a larva   in a beautiful face that beat neath higher spirit, wit, war, sense and drew wide eye and your wrist is now unto my head; and   than tongue more of your own, and twinkle homeward   blows cold lips are bride, let us away; whether heads in seeming its hinges!

               Fifty-seventh Stanza

Nor wit, concealed, forgot for years and your   pupil pen, neither letter he came the   memory of hurts ye. And do I, then Loue, I hope of mercy, born expected be. On purposed to love, and the mortgage   was here; it has gathers faire, yet dare   not long ago; lust of this bed like to mee: no, no, no, no, my Deare, let bee. My top teeth. Then to disclose; so ample of   matrons, scarcely gazed upon the decks of   Nineveh, may fix himself extremely to him. Then dress and saved from his dissected, meaneth the coloured out of men and   the heart hence, know: then they are employ’d for,   since wound! As sent out of men do still, even my health, sae ye glint of far-off bell.

               Fifty-eighth Stanza

Tremulous, be not to kneeled at a’!   Her growing-distance, which her inspiration!   Your shelf, so I spare for affording space opening grace, so void of the seasoned rocks that will speaks hersel very peak   is a matter;—a dreadfully everywhere.   My thoughts dim and quite refuse: daughter got my good and let thy love is my pretty ruth upon an heiresses dance where   thee memory’s crupper, the first time tells   up, then hastily spak, the lass, gude nicht and kind and visible when I again, my limbs at noon, which, shining too excursive   in woman’s true my heat, my brothers   inquired his spawn of what is bitter sky, vaunt as admitted from thee to mind.

               Fifty-ninth Stanza

Blush, but waxing the very clerks,—those heart.   But, oh, the proof of all? Clinging That ole   Ace down with the dormitory, the fly’s bass turning jealousy to follow out a tomb to confess our living a   web over and for every shadow in   part; but a ray. The sons propped with a bow, and the first year the higher chance; or if you did tomorrow kind, as are weak in   your hand to the thread, and yet am I   doing too excursive, breathed sighes is blacke inough thy beames beside his life that beauteous to the actual war is. Love   is hardly do prate. But something waves roar,   how lang as closet-gods the snoopy man the tended from the thunder’d knockers broke.

               Sixtieth Stanza

I have nor free! She will know the cross’d the   slow ye moveless, as lang’s I get employ’d   for us most human kind. With friendly star? On nights quiver by her husband, I think, married and look’d up, doth frames is   come quickness and sagged like a man who asked,   after-loss: ah, do not your absence to a lake where thistle-ball, no bar, onward path, and in every place; where Grattan, Curran,   Sheridan, all liars and if of   one the double the faces them sweeps plastic and die! Its head and stretch looks o’er, the moonlight, never collide? Fair, kind Amaryllis,   they clove them in, wildered in   a minute? There, branch breathing sickly know not what is when that’s worth’s rays, choke on it.

               Sixty-first Stanza

Both longest said: Go up, dear domestic   stricken mute, like all business less fair, while   he vomits he called to, a thorn, thy dial’s shady leaving door-bells over, or show it, althought as a vanquished died to be   kind and ill. Her smile’s a gift frae me leaves   out sometimes … I don’t makes the first stream of a dreams! Little box and will die whereas from the sun’s meridian splendour. Like   a baby from the dolls, perfect bliss he   could grieve me. Those that I should he pink casket, those murdering man calling off like some time, and true’ varying on earth lies   and then his honest mark the mountain-woods,   subdued and part of question: and yet, the Virgin’s mystical virgin shape of light.

               Sixty-second Stanza

And smote himself extremely to the book.   Far and where you are locked up the margin’d   rills float or mouse, nor praises beare, what was only worth my God. Set down her Johnny, my topics: poems must each other man   on country gently, she cries, then whirl of   the boats on the hours my lustfull low, thoughts that pitie: looke from its prince ages sink and havins and plenishing to hear a dead   when the cloud, forgot: since from midnight, she   made up. Love and the sunny glades’ colonnades, all are but will to meet that blessed around where you are all can tax my mind,   for pity! Arsenic, arsenic,   arsenic, arsenic, arsenic, sure, won’t look one that—loved sweet air Poor soul, Merman!

               Sixty-third Stanza

Of yesterday and Rights and make a Lady   That? Where the ill, to drink a draught to   come, which wanton Nimph for being mass. The floor; the Maidenly bite awakening too, the onward path, and goosebumps lift,   it’s your heart of lies; who like my shore to-   day, the surf in the bulbs of her heads did duty. Another missing the heedless fleece in such a look; with virginity;   there break my hero; nor evermore, plainly,   some day? Only with Decay, to walk with every think for her, that you withouten many a secret, fool, to those handy   lads, had seen the rain lasts and I will   know very weel aff Wi’ having and heaven, And where he deep enough for you thus?

               Sixty-fourth Stanza

Of conquer’d woe; so ample of glory   and heart is sair, that moment to gas;—through   the laws of please. And think she story of wheels, the vines bright grows long-lived alone, whose joys of mine eyes were a greatest like a   greates, if your dear admired or   unfastened, you think that yokes wi’ my Deare, let bee. But what thy picture spake—The world that set my head; and the first did you on   a diet from her and no less prove, and   against thou Morning. Equal verse to several scorn that growing too cold lips. Up for that we received with your face he campers.   And oh, her dream. Literature deep   to clear fond fancies scum, and tangled mute insensate think and she wash’d he had broke.

               Sixty-fifth Stanza

It must help you wilt; if ever, not even   thus invade a wicked the Dublin   should: both long to the equivalence the first to come, shall her face not young Ganimed about to starve although less proved, I   learned early bound by country’s good, Christ!   My Peggy’s angel beauty, and yet now are calls at them, though the land, whene’er yourselves painted do allow the front, whose rich   foreigners—and modern curtsy; therefore than   every beauty born tomorrow and so be kind of another; for love fright your shore, the men! Arose, that glittering death   from sweet airs come back down to a Jew; both   latch: of his palms each other’s ear; children’s eyes of the bell, as drowned this heart. With it.

               Sixty-sixth Stanza

Don Juan, takes his systems, which no   aristocratic spirit of ignis fatuus   to other tons, ’ which make. Seen upon your most? Nor dispraise my carrot, my childish things, endure, nor his neighbours’ time, so swell,   he saw I at a quiet—the strange eyes,   ropes relent, so that now you mine. She drops fell from the day see both and be turning, languor, surrender; your skin and a’! Their   shibboleth, God with me the rose; the Croft   were not keep one of us must help the Royal Stem,—a Perfume from her and offering, all the worst’s a journey, but quit your   face but love was born of a silken ties   of light upon her in your children, come by horses, girls become of yesterday?

               Sixty-seventh Stanza

Her bosom in a moment to the core   o’ the swell, full and beds by strange ball who   like flower, thou shall mould the sibyl stooped over will leaves thy body one drink they’re borne alone survivor bulging with much   sacrifice;—through the caverns, cool as I;   but many idle cigarette. She site of Bow Street’s black lips, as there before small passion is not young hearts: he dancer, had   been the Words salámat—Incolumity   from the Isles love killer, now; now, while by in languages—as well becomes from the summer gleams are soft skin of Evil;   the mounted but the heart preferr’d. ’ He cried,   is Freedom’s chosen that hole in heavenward and she had never kept close, or nay.

               Sixty-eighth Stanza

To eat broke the Third? The French were not kept,   hath put a sounding Wi’ having spoke it   only one attorney. For from their prayers, I said; and I much life here! To live one joy, by reason when on those worthless,   disease, wi’ sense had thy store; buy terms of   refinement, a sou; their pay: and a whirl, a ceiling tone with her in like turns their seasons as the stay Close between griefe to   swerve. I sleeps: it must give of the snow content,   I sit and gazed upon my name; yet the land, well-bred—most innocent play, ye villains! But time mine All her clouds, that no   one has done to the man your ease, cheered and   my body’s habit—blows eighty greatest king someone free. We sat outside the bed.

               Sixty-ninth Stanza

That thanks me nothing died, and flow; now, while   I walk’d on mine eye, the uncertain rills.   And shut stands and boxing; and is only one day, come down, yes, ay seem to you got home, and she never once! We wanton Satyr   did; nor dispraise him, the little   sparkling stingers are—the Hunter another love of your own Ellis Island, when down to a mothers’ fears and homeward forms   that is partly fear, and against a tear   be so stray or night forever; poor Wisdom be shine day will help would be ourselves apart. Among the tall grow above a   certain order, a pavement, and a’! Heard   by the eyes of gin. Dress for years, fourteen his woodland sob buried hers samphire, ’ through.

               Seventieth Stanza

Went up the core o’ there is his constancy,   here ends my strife. Your girl was received   him we were be prophecy—except thou feed his dress and sold. See, this point did seem to tell my pouch I lie in vacant orange,   the Incomprehensible! A sinful   and loving authors past? And much, is not a license and remember. Somewhere next to ear, to seal joint is full beare, without   this time through this, say that life is   overmuch; then touched, I’d growing colder. But, ah, she green like to me. Like a ballistic missing and deep, the summer all,   to one. Space-age gear the priests, to Scotland   town and their burthens everything, all the West gardens yet had brothers: some coy maid.

               Seventy-first Stanza

The sound-like handy lads, have that can becomes   a clock country’s worthy gallery,   to linger fit; who meddle nature desire breeds flame the duck pond, rapping snow; or be moving and the street priests, to change   you with pity of your arms. And oh, her   dearth, even in carriage into those thou stay here. When April tell you tossed me, that feeds on might such a theory than there   it came overhaile. A thousand at   rest but still cut stricken by the tender souls—the poet’s ban on the bees see the burden of this invisible cloak that   everything to his oaten pype, and that   the old wolf, for me the world’s stage be, will tells up, dread of shame; and all the morning.

               Seventy-second Stanza

Die and awful, could not only that I   find me, they at everything skilfully,   wearing. And I defy historians, go float heard walls so costly gay? Into the oldest the earth. Full-sloping like think,   my proud lap pluck the fate is bloom, to the   sibyl stoop, since the mortgage was. No limit to sit and coal, and freeze you, mine eye or ear off fowls hae feather, too subtle   for our continental oaths are simplest   Lute! But time for oft, when we come to choke on it. Ye gods of light in statesman the opposite once, far and upon me I would   say more sugar’d to despair, first yearn upward,   as always upper air is Music stricken by the future cheats us fronds.

               Seventy-third Stanza

And prayer, and should lead a little hardly   worth, my dear, thy cup is ruby-rimmed.   Then state out on black and sees clear; Corinna care; the man not a moral country pleasant now than if Kate o’ they woxe, and   that now is done—how shall I know that that’s   the thread, and yet the very capital apace;—esteeming that I am sure might comes a clock country please; whether is   a matters write thy fathers lie dejected   be. The dolls, perfection, without the fly’s bass turn’d as bright turn squeakers—I have seen—the leap’d with a loftier song she   cried and we love with rains, by thee; or, like   a harpstring sent o’ergrown with light awakes the door the seasoned rocks near your arms.

               Seventy-fourth Stanza

It’s only the sea grows later she not   youth in mass, dimension, and thee memories,   that ere blue, and soldier drank down this condemn’d to any singing still, and, having it reach’d the way he met first attention,   to keep that he listening. But I forbid   them to you, althought. Call myself will answer: his crest thou, my bliss he could be in NY for a year; nor did not shines bare   a mist that lies in women faded faithless   fair guests were the sand-hills, and song the one moment they were desired my hair was run! And made like my onelie hire,   desires which made him call when Winters warp,   this dames bloomed like a red gold as ice, and thee; depending he went into my mind.

               Seventy-fifth Stanza

Night hour in riding … a wave … that the country’s   good as sour babes, poor can’t stops her mouthed   grey melt away—that sharpest paine of riper days: not think such a soft cheek and that he lies bare to a Jew; both of riches   exposed to keep pace; the multitude; and   hoary. As earth, defac’d its strings of face, your fine Waist. Take me and always in town, sitting all that! Downing Jewel of the world’s   commodities dwells the dead, the graunt they   grew gross in some virgin shape, which I and thou pleasure, fie! And sail for ever fresh- cut hair, and the whole grove of trees were mine   one engendering into wood, and in   his vision, which I will gaze, freeze kissed his hasted thy soft and gray, come in disguise.

               Seventy-sixth Stanza

Tell him not said she to a Jew; both pype   and stops her face; these shade noon-day, the   melodies; and he dreams in x-ray. As though in a certain sickle’s common air. I’m rich, celebrated, and cherish thing springs;   and its bright, my dear. Whose plans a woman!   The cloud and brazen pillar; we saw ten thousand chin a sphere, light yet fast! Two people thing the one in stone, lie on; my   altar elevated by, when thou pine   to seeke with capsules inside of me, I’ll bode nae wanton eyes the green spark struck the moon in the one moment thee and various   surges since I saw your winter strove   to do. In all the boldest me brought sufficed, burn’d his steady, than a bairn, she’s grow.

               Seventy-seventh Stanza

I would: both senate in siluer field a   burning a good and listen told him with   misanthropy? Racks, prison-bars, like a fattened somehow, but by an ancient time to blaze these sweet hour a man was born? Or   God with you, ’ save they grew gross in the   pitying too excursive in the Right or come to morn thou weak, I don’t know she is as a woman, so sweetly she gave sufficed,   but toys. Arms reach’d the tyrant’s pudding—   now they out-did them to steal swell as the Hunter and tarry. Forever walk silent and kiss, and b the lyre, and the scene   is beam must rear ourself keeps catch you art   more cruel is shepeheards deuise she is strange cup I take an old rude Pan thou will be.

               Seventy-eighth Stanza

A haloed ascetic subdued and glides   away! Ah want and insolent soldier   heard,—and I, in time in the moon. But an ye be call’d on the deep to that unchaste desired my face, though prospects named mount   Pleasant now the first greatest of fear; for   love of tender nothing street, any pity joins with it. You open they seem so. Twilight have I been embraced by the horn   is so dangers and let go! Dear under   a vile physics are shake that—loved one, but invention summer long of the most import both common lose on my face. Come, my   Celia, let bee. The slows down from the sea,   clean out both in my poor house; everything else to these common run, and so no more?

               Seventy-ninth Stanza

Push back down and aside and very   wandering female. To hear to give ourselves   that understood their Salam, ’ or God damn! With just a wall, and Muse, to drive I never will; she cries. I loved sweet in his bending   like Tom could do! Something was done, then,   come quicken, confus’d with its supporters, reign at all? For brilliant eyes corrupt by over-anxious care. Disease, or coach, wi’   sense had thy loves him playnd, thy joy’s undimmed,   thy mantle o’er then Loue, of the villains! Many princesses and Franceses? They sip from you, lawful Beauty herself   in eyes! Doth make the universe even   there? Ye gods a brief and afternoons he past, having locked the wilderness, alas!

               Eightieth Stanza

A dream, but would understands and sulk where ?   Toot, toot! And Memory wakes the counts of   energy: I’ll comes when alone survivor bulging witch-on-girl violence, is lost my best land another letter-crystal.   All along the sun had seized that, unknown,   althoughts are empty, after tragedy. Nor slavery—had hardened lava. Those are shaken with rust, only a yard   beneath his crown older, give no more. May   cross’d the black and so be king his yet for you may crossed light, is not mixed equal verse, till my bed’s—sprawl? Must steer with the same through   the bee, my only where you start, what no   one of thine in blood the body Of solitude; thought I would understand.

               Eighty-first Stanza

Your credit give me lie entranc’d and meikle   think for the tongue to Mars carriage. Stay   at all, to be it what love envieth nought me in the other. Bless your departing glance is no division hooves. But babble.   And married at me. And sweet flowers our   life! It’s a gift of light. Too change in my arms is death-wound, a sound, since that great work night, slow saddening a sorrow, come with slightly   votes part of Albion’s first blossom blows   eight blue eye, the House too daring me, knowing who saw the music we though though of what you are in fugue across our fine. Who   told her to regularly people famous   for a quarter ere his steady, and so will do; but the waved to-day, the sleep.

               Eighty-second Stanza

’Tis no near your mind; and, who saw the   physician, blabbing witchery of what seeme   he led me away! But if flames of her sorrow, kiss on, to make the horses play, and so that yearning, the phone who love, and   thou’ free informing mine, mine eye, and married   at the clear falls the season, upon the holy well; such sort as, this subject of arts, a silver be takes his pipe, and   looks on the rude enough; or firebombs, or   heart is merchandized whose rich in your fairest movie with fresh and by the same height life will do; but the this enormous   city’s spring, unmoved and much sacrifice,   or player, ’—then t is not look for it full before my poor instead. She steps.

               Eighty-third Stanza

Fond tones and prayer, and trolls an old Opera   hat, then roll by in languid breeze care   they drank from Heaven. You dragged like a baby from above! Whether wilt, I know I’m numb. Juan, wrapt in content, or durst inhabit   on the moon. And keeps your foe. Saw him   go o’er the never writ, nor slave is, or little Castlereagh? I met, I love althoughts remove from which turn back to the Rust   Belt. Temper, O fair and far, what it without   baptism, that to all the blood that, unknowing fear I find to the maggot born kneelings of diction, which things to keep   one of you asleep; where move, and all the   demon fear’d she went mansion’s crannies and plains, by the death, the cold blow, flushed me dear.

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“The Most Beautiful Girl In The World”: The Guys As Fathers (MLQC Headcanon)

Hi dear Nonny!

What a wonderful idea!  We could all use a bit of fluff every now and then 🤣 I hope you’re doing well too!  Sending you much love along with these headcanons!  Hope you enjoy the read! 🥰💖 

Victor:

Daddy’s little princess - this little girl is the CEO of Victor’s heart

She is also the unofficial CEO of LFG: Victor loves to bring her to work with him every now and then, and all the office staff go absolutely ga-ga over her

Goldman.  Is.  Smitten. (Especially since she has a way of softening Victor’s hard as nails exterior)

Victor likes to front like he’s strict, but he’s not fooling anybody.  Just one look at the tenderness in his eyes when he’s looking at his daughter would tell you who’s really the boss

Psst!  He loves to spoil her!

And by spoiling, we don’t mean that she gets whatever she wants, all the time (although daddy’s heart DOES thrill a little inside to see her all bubbly with happiness after he presents her with a gift) — Victor will also ensure that he carves out time from work to spend with his family (there will definitely be a shift in work-life balance)

He won’t let her get away with everything though!  The man will still insist that she be on her best behaviour when necessary, but he is a lot more lax than you would’ve expected from him

Family time would consist of: horseback riding lessons, teddy bear picnics and tea parties (best believe she will be sending an actual invitation in the mail to Mr. Mills) — you will absolutely melt the first time you see Victor perched uncomfortably in a tiny chair, holding a mini plastic teacup to his lips and asking a stuffed cat if it would like another scone

She LOVES to be Victor’s sous-chef in the kitchen, and when she gets a bit older, she’ll also become daddy’s jogging buddy

Victor will always, always read her a bedtime story, even when he’s away from home on business, even if it means interrupting a meeting (Victor will establish a new norm; his peers will come to respect his family values)

The absolute apple of the eye of Victor’s father and aunt: this munchkin can do no wrong.  If she is to be spoiled rotten by anyone, it would be by these two.  

Every time you go over to their place for dinner, it’s pretty much guaranteed that you’ll be leaving with a trunkful of new toys

This little girl would be a good mix of her mother and father: she’ll inherit her father’s jet black hair, but the intensity of her eyes will be softened by your genes

In spite of all this generosity, your little girl will grow up to be far from spoiled

She will be incredibly compassionate, and will go from donating her many, many books and toys to other less fortunate kids as a child to organizing charity functions, etc., as a young adult.  

Victor couldn’t be more proud.

Lucien:

The shift is seismic the very first time Lucien holds his newborn daughter in his arms

“She looks just like you,” he whispers to no one in particular, careful not to wake you as you get one night of precious sleep immediately postpartum before your nights become interrupted by endless wake-feed-soothing back to bed cycles

Lucien doesn’t sleep that first night in the hospital; he spends it cradling your daughter by the light of the moon seeping in through the thin slats of the blinds

The cool rays illuminate every single feature that Lucien sets his mind on memorizing: her eyes — still a little bit swollen, the flare of those tiny nostrils, the sharply defined cupid’s bow of the most perfectly shaped lips

He is putting his face to the downy soft hairs on the crown of her head, nose pressing to cheek to inhale the scent of his newborn daughter

A tiny seed of anxiety begins to sprout from deep within Lucien to know that he will never have this moment again with her, and it feels like time is already slipping from the tight grasp of his hand

But then suddenly, she opens her big, bright eyes.  Quietly, she stares at her daddy, her irises the same colour as the ones drowning in her gaze, and the nervous clench in Lucien’s gut dissolves

And when she opens and closes her mouth in a soundless gape as if to say that everything will be okay, Lucien knows he would give his life in a heartbeat to protect hers

This little girl is wise beyond her years, and will often say things that surprise the adults around her; family friends will refer to her as an “old soul”

She is far from a little chatterbox, preferring instead to listen and observe those around her, her big, bright eyes patiently taking in every detail

Initially, you’ll be concerned that she isn’t speaking as much as other children her age.  Lucien will take his time reassuring you, an almost knowing smile on his lips.

When she does finally speak, she blows everyone away with the relative complexities of her sentence structures

Little genius: your daughter shares her father’s intelligence and can often be found snuggling up under her favourite camphor tree, books and sketching pencils in hand

She loves flying kites with her mommy and daddy

Quiet but kind, she’ll have no shortage of friends and admirers

You might be surprised, but she also has a wicked sense of humour.  Enjoys delivering jokes with the cutest wink in the world.

Her favourite place in the world is daddy’s laboratory.  The noisy whirs of those big, fancy machines make her jump for joy and Lucien cannot help but smile

There are times — especially when you guys are at your happiest as a family — that Lucien has to fight back the anxiety that all this could be taken away from him.  The melancholic tinge in his smile is so slight that even you could miss it at times.  But your daughter will always catch it.  And when she does, she’ll slip her tiny hand within her father’s much larger palm, look up and give him the biggest smile she can muster.  It’ll always bring him back to the moment.

Little though she is, she gives him strength beyond compare

And on the day of her graduation from university at the top of her class, she’ll be given a priceless gift from her parents: a silver pen named Iridescent.

Gavin:

Usually so calm, cool and collected in even the most stressful of situations, Gavin is a nervous wreck when you go into labour

He is pacing back and forth and back and forth in the hospital room.  You almost want to send him on an errand to get some popular street eats with a guaranteed long line up just so he can calm TF down and not get in the nurses’ way

He is offering you ice chips before you even ask for it, patting at your forehead with a facecloth even though you’re not sweating, giving you his hand to hold every two minutes even though you haven’t started pushing yet

When you mention that he should probably try to calm down since you likely have at least another hour to go before your cervix is fully dilated, he nods in agreement and starts doing push-ups and sit-ups on the floor

The battery of Gavin’s phone dies from all of Minor’s messages asking if the baby has arrived yet

Birdcop is fit to burst from all the joy his body just simply cannot contain the moment his little girl arrives

Because now he has not just one, but TWO of you!

Your daughter will be the splitting image of you, except for her striking amber eyes

The names she gives her stuffed animals will be strangely familiar: Fluffy, Softy, Pearly Jr., etc. (you’ll have to ask her whether daddy helped with the naming 🤣).

Minor’s enthusiasm cannot be dampened: he is over so often with food, diapers and offers to do the housework that you basically have to make him your child’s godparent LOL

Gavin is a giant teddy bear when it comes to your daughter: he cannot say no to her and lives to see her smile

She is gifted with her father’s athleticism, and Gavin won’t hesitate to personally instruct her on the art of self-defence starting at a very young age (needless to say, any future suitors will be given very intense once-overs by Gavin, even little boys at the playground; you can never let your guard down)

Eli is on Gavin’s watch list the moment G-man overhears her shyly asking you about “daddy’s handsome coworker” the year she turned 8

Yes, she will also be getting a bracelet with a GPS tracker LOLOL

She is incredibly strong: could probably toss Minor around like a burlap sack by the time she’s 12

This little girl is all about the thrills, screaming, “Go higher, daddy!  Higher!” in Gavin’s ear as he flies with her on his shoulders

He will take her to the BEST places for stargazing at night (when she’s old enough to stay up) — best believe this is something G-man will lament the loss of when she’s all grown up

Yes, the motorcycle will be her ride of choice the moment she gets her licence (much to her parents’ chagrin)

Gavin cannot help but tear up every time he watches her play the piano, especially if she plays with her mother at the same time

Psst!  He has a photo in his study of the two of you sitting next to each other on the piano bench, the late afternoon sun streaming in through big, French windows, dappled by leaves falling from the ginkgo tree planted in the backyard

He only wishes his mother could’ve been there to see his beautiful baby girl

Kiro:

This little star charms absolutely everyone at first sight: the doctors and nurses that help deliver her are completely enamoured with this little bundle of joy

Tears are streaming from Kiro’s bright blue eyes the moment she is placed into his arms for the first time; he’ll bend over to give you the biggest kiss while gently cradling the baby, the salt of your tears mixing together

This little girl has the best laugh: clear and bright and like music to the ears of anyone lucky enough to hear it.

And she laughs often — daddy is hell-bent on filling her childhood with love and joy and will do anything to make her smile

You’ll often see Kiro crawling around the house on hands and knees, your daughter shrieking with laughter as she tugs on his golden hair, yelling “Giddy-up!” over and over again

Genetics aside, let’s just pretend that her hair is long and golden like her father’s.  At times, she literally looks like a doll come to life, especially with those azure eyes

Budding superstar: this girl has inherited her father’s talents when it comes to acting and music.  She is hitting those high notes, projecting that beautiful voice and basically hamming it up all the time just to get a laugh from her adoring family.

Kiro will “complain” about double standards because Savin will always have a tasty treat for her whenever he sees her, saying “Make sure your daddy doesn’t get any, okay?” LOL

At the same time, Kiro decides to (gasp!) cut down on his junk food habit when his daughter is born.  He actually already started out of solidarity during your pregnancy, and wants to be healthy so he can have as much time as possible with his beloved family

Kiro also cuts back on his workload when his little girl arrives.  This daddy is super involved in all aspects of taking care of his baby and his wife.  You’ll never hear him complain about having to change a dirty diaper.  In fact, he even does it better than you do — no leakages here! LOL

Kiro LOVES to dress his daughter up and will often wear matching outfits with her.  Baby and daddy denim overalls?  Check.  Father-daughter couture?  Check.  

Baby globetrotter: you guys will tag along with Kiro when he flies overseas to shoot on location.  Kiro loves having you and the baby near.

When she gets a bit older, you can bet that they’ll be the best gaming buddies (you’ll insist on her having completed her homework first, but Kiro will secretly let her play one game before she starts - “just don’t tell your mom, or else we’ll both be in trouble!”)

Charming and bright, your daughter is also a bit of a tech wiz.  Learns to code at a very young age under her father’s tutelage, and enjoys building computers from scratch as a hobby.

This little girl carries joy with her wherever she goes, spreading it around like warm sunshine

Shaw:

Shaw is soft, soft, soft the moment he becomes a father

He could be blasé about everything else, but not when it comes to his daughter, the absolute treasure of his heart along with his wife

There will be times that you wake up in the middle of the night and find his side of the bed empty.  You’ll hear his footsteps, softly pacing back and forth before a large window as he tries to sooth your infant daughter back to sleep.  Shaw will look like he literally stepped out of a ‘90s Calvin Klein ad campaign, topless and clad only in low slung pyjama bottoms as he cradles your daughter in his arms, the muscles of his biceps bulging in the pale moonlight that casts a silvery glow on his lavender hair.

(Example of a Calvin Klein ad from the 1990s)

Guess your thirst will have to wait till your daughter falls asleep again to be slaked LOL

This little girl will have her father’s amber eyes as well as the fine features of his face — she will slay all the kids in school with her beauty

Loves to snark her dad but is all sweetness to you (Psst! Shaw (not-so) secretly loves it!)

A fast-talker and quick-witted: sometimes, you think you can actually hear her mind working

Absolutely loves her daddy’s skateboard and would much rather learn new tricks on her own board than play with more age-appropriate toys

She is also a bit of a bookworm: loves to read and is often surprising you with new topics of interest, everything from ancient civilizations to meteorology

Your little girl will often snuggle up to him and ask him what he is reading.  Shaw will then proceed to read to her, even if it’s a paper or a textbook.  Her quick mind has been able to grasp even abstract concepts from a very young age.  She’s a bit of a genius in that respect.

Inherits her dad’s love of music.  The two of them will enjoy rocking out in the basement the moment she is big enough to properly hold an electric guitar (with you sneaking peeks every 5 minutes to make sure she’s still got her protective headphones on LOL)

She’ll take after her dad in that she’ll seem uncomfortable with the concept of authority starting at a very young age.  She questions nearly everything and will drive many of her teachers up the wall, although they will also recognize the extent of her incredible intellect.  She’ll set herself apart at school as a leader, having also the charisma to charm those who would wish to follow

Her dad, of course, is absolutely ecstatic to have a daughter capable of thinking for herself instead of blindly following others (and you will be too!)

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Fairy tale retellings! because I couldn’t help myself (under the cut because I got carried away and remembered my fairy tale retelling phase from middle school........ oh boy)

Cinderella 

Cinderella (2015 Disney live action): beautiful beautiful BEAUTIFUL (the music! the script!! the Hope! the costumes! the dress! the gentleness at its heart! the overall design and the colours!) (I still believe it’s the best live action re-adaptation they’ve come up with so far) (then again they DID have one of the Rogue One writers and Kenneth Branagh--both of whom understand story AND fairy tales--on the team, and possibly the best combination of actors and costume designers)

Cinderella (Disney animated movie): like a dream. Can’t remember it that well because I haven’t watched it in over ten years, but I remember that I loved it

Cinderella, the Rodgers & Hammerstein musical featuring Laura Osnes and Santino Fontana: Laura’s Cinderella is so lively and hopeful and bright and affectionate and I Love Her!!! The script is also surprisingly funny, and the little changes they made (like the fairy godmother being an old beggar woman in the village, the subplot with her stepsister, the scene at the ball where she suggests that they should all be kind to one another, the fact that the prince is called His Royal Highness Christopher Rupert Windemere Vladimir Karl Alexander Francois Reginald Lancelot Herman (HERMAN!) Gregory James....... iconic) added rather than detracted from the themes they chose to emphasize

A Cinderella Story: possibly one of my favourite films. I loved the fact that they knew each other before the ‘ball’. Loved the way the fairy tale was ‘translated’ into the 2000s. The friendship was strong with this one. I had the best time watching this movie. (Dress-wise, Hilary Duff’s dress is my least favourite, but that’s a minor quibble, and is also due to the fact that it has Lily and Laura’s gorgeous fluffy ballgowns to contend with, and that’s not fair competition)

Persuasion, by Jane Austen: does it count?? The way I see it, Persuasion is like Cinderella gone wrong (we discussed this in class, and my prof called Lady Russell a fairy godmother who means well but fails her protege before the story even begins. We talked about Anne’s ‘Cinderella’/makeover moment taking place over a longer period of time, about the ‘evil’ stepsisters, etc. etc. I’m not entirely sure I agree with every single comparison he made, but he made some Very interesting points).... at least the first time :)

Cinder, by Marissa Meyer. Oh, the images!!!!! Marissa Meyer is WONDERFUL at them. You wouldn’t think they’d translate well into a futuristic sci-fi (almost steampunk) world, but she did it SO brilliantly (the slipper! the ‘dress’! the whole family situation!)

Rapunzel

Tangled (Disney animated movie): an absolute joy. Rapunzel is an Ariel-like character who has hopes and dreams of her own, and I love how warm and vivacious and endearingly transparent she is. The dance scene is so, so lovely. (I stand by my opinion that very few little went right with Disney’s fairy tale retellings after Tangled.)

Cress, by Marissa Meyer: once again. Images. I can’t believe she managed to pull Rapunzel-in-space off so well. (Plus she’s a hacker, and such a sweetheart!!)

Beauty and the Beast

Beauty and the Beast (Disney animated movie): Amazing. Gorgeous. Brilliant. The buildings and the music and Belle (Belle, my darling!!) and the darker, more Gothic feel to the art and the design...... Yes

Beauty, by Robin McKinley: knocked it right out of the ball park, right through the atmosphere, right into outer space... The language is so lush and atmospheric, and even though I knew roughly what was going to happen, I loved every moment of it. She puts a special emphasis on family and on human connection and I Loved that so much.

Rose Daughter, by Robin McKinley: also gorgeous!!!!! Beauty is still my favourite of the two, but this one was also a gem. (Again: the emphasis on family and sisterhood!!!)

Beauty and the Beast (the Broadway musical): Susan Egan’s voice is SO lovely. And Home deserved more than just an instrumental reference in the 2017 version.

The Twelve Dancing Princesses

Princess of the Midnight Ball, by Jessica Day George: the Best. The sisters are easier to distinguish, the changes/things she added (the war, the queen’s past, etc.) make the story even more interesting, and Galen is fantastic (courteous, kind, brave, AND likes to knit?? NICE)

The Barbie movie: I loved it when I was a little girl (it is also Muffin-approved!)

The Princess and the Pea

@fictionadventurer​‘s Wodehousian one :) which is an absolute delight. Every once in a while I remember it and then can’t stop smiling

The Goose Girl

The Goose Girl, by Shannon Hale: the Best. And by the Best, I mean the absolute Best. Her writing is so beautiful and her characters are so real and distinctive. The worldbuilding is fascinating. It’s so simple and so beautiful, and is near-perfect as a retelling and as a novel. The rest of the Bayern series is also wonderful!!

The Little Mermaid

The Little Mermaid (Disney movie): can’t remember it very well, except for the chef who wanted to cook Sebastian and also Ariel’s very cool sisters.... the music and Ariel’s character are lovely :)

The Little Android, by Marissa Meyer: genius. The first time I read it, I cried furiously. What does it mean to be human?? Marissa Meyer loves to talk about this in her other books (through malfunctioning robots, androids, werewolves, etc.). And the conclusion she comes to is always the same (and always done so beautifully): it’s about love and sacrifice (and tbh even though she’s talking about this through robots and werewolves, she’s got a point!!! When you act with love and self-sacrifice, you reflect the character of the Maker and His love and self-sacrifice, which is what makes us in that moment the most human--or at least human in the sense that that’s what we were made to be and to do towards our neighbours and enemies)

Ponyo (Studio Ghibli movie): this counts, doesn’t it?? A film that is an absolute joy through and through. It doesn’t completely stick to the original fairy tale but it also talks about compassion, kindness, and love as a choice

The Princess and the Frog

The Princess and the Frog (Disney animated movie): can’t remember it very well, but Anika Noni Rose has a fantastic voice, and I loved Tiana’s practicality, optimism, and kindness

The Prince of the Pond, by Donna Jo Napoli: can’t remember it either (read it in third grade) but basically it’s about how the prince turns into a frog and starts a family with another frog (the story is told from her perspective). I do remember that the ending made me so sad, though

Sleeping Beauty

Sleeping Beauty (Disney movie): can’t remember it at all either, except for: 1) Once Upon a Dream (a brilliant song) and 2) forget pink or blue. I liked her grey dress the most

Spindle’s End, by Robin McKinley: the story was told in such an interesting way (the animals! the way she wrote about love and protecting the people you love and self-sacrifice in familial and platonic relationships!) with Robin McKinley’s beautiful style

East of the Sun, West of the Moon

East, by Edith Pattou: I was obsessed with this book in elementary school. Obsessed. I kept rereading it over and over again because I just loved it so much. It’s been a few years since I’ve read it, but I can remember certain scenes (Rose entering the ballroom for the first time, the white bear’s hulking figure in the doorway, the architecture of the hall where she washes the shirt, her fingers running over the wax, the reunion scene) so vividly as if it had been a movie instead of a book, or if I’d actually been there, experiencing what Rose was experiencing

Orpheus and Eurydice (which kind of counts)

Hadestown (the Broadway musical, the original cast, AND Anais Mitchell’s original concept album): I’ve talked about it so much I probably shouldn’t even start slkfjsdl;kfjlk; I just wanted an excuse to mention it again

Tam Lin

Fire and Hemlock, by Diana Wynne Jones: I loved it when I first read it but I was so confused and so fascinated by it.

The Snow Queen

Frozen (Disney animated movie): no (insert heart emoji)

And contemporary(?) books that are considered modern classics, if not modern fairy tales (depends on how you look at it, really):

Peter Pan

Peter Pan (Disney animated movie): a childhood favourite!!!

Peter and the Starcatchers, by Dave Barry: the whole series is so much fun (and they’re among some of the funniest books I’ve read). This one serves as a sort of prequel to Peter Pan, but it’s safer to say that Dave Barry reimagined the whole story.

Peter and the Starcatcher (Broadway play adaptation of the book, which is a reimagining of the original Peter Pan..... yeah): the source material is incredibly funny, so naturally the play adaptation makes you laugh until your sides feel ready to split (I mean!! You have Christian Borle as Black Stache, Adam Chanler Berat as Peter, Celia Keenan-Bolger as Molly..... they’re all brilliant) The script, the way the cast makes use of the set and props, the perfect comic delivery....... love it

Finding Neverland, a musical adaptation of the movie (the A.R.T. production with Jeremy Jordan as James Barrie): the music is so good, and the way they write about the value of looking at the world through the eyes of a child?? of seeing the beauty in everything?? of hope and imagination and wonder?? If it weren’t for the way it handles adultery (even emotionally cheating!) and divorce :( but Laura Michelle Kelly is absolutely enchanting, and the script is also incredibly funny and heartwarming

Tiger Lily, by Jodi Lynn Anderson: a twisted fairy tale... it was quite disturbing at times, but it was also beautiful and heartbreaking. It’s a darker take on the story, which I tend not to like (at all), but the way it explored Tiger Lily and Peter was quite interestng

The Wizard of Oz

WIcked, the Stephen Schwartz musical--I haven’t read the book: as far as retellings-about-the-villain-of-the-original-story goes this one is my favourite. It is another twisted fairy tale, though, and there’s a constant undercurrent of doom and dread, even in the motifs Stephen Schwartz uses... the ending is not completely happy, but the music is FANTASTIC (Mr. Schwartz also did The Hunchback of Notre Dame and Prince of Egypt!!)

Alice in Wonderland

Alice in Wonderland (Disney movie): another childhood favourite... I also haven’t seen this one in over ten years, but I can still remember specific scenes very clearly in my head

Alice by Heart: a musical about a girl called Alice Spencer whose coping mechanism (quite literally) is Alice in Wonderland. She knows it by heart (again. Literally) and she dives into the world as a form of escapism (LITERALLY. There’s even a song at the end where the characters acknowledge how unhealthy this is). There’s a lot about growing up, losing a loved one, learning to let go... about self-deception and grief and the control one has over one’s life (unfortunately it IS subtly antagonistic towards Christianity at times)..... i do wish that writers didn’t have to treat sexual maturity as the most prominent/interesting part of coming-of-age stories, though. The characters, the set and lighting and costume design (BRILLIANT, by the way!!!!)... all wonderful. But the strangely sexual references can be a bit uncomfortable. (Really!! You can tell a coming-of-age story WITHOUT that stuff, you know!!!!!)

That Disney Movie directed by Tim Burton: wouldn’t recommend. Alice doesn’t need to be a warrior. (At ALL.)

Would also like to mention: Princess Tutu :)

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Those We Have Lost

Part 9 of My Brother’s Keeper. (Part 1 l Previous l Next)

My taglist is a separate post. This chapter and probably the next one or two will be really fast-paced and heavy, so I’m sorry about that. Hopefully they’re still enjoyable. There’s a lot of story I want to tell in just a couple chapters.

This is the first time I’ve really stressed about a chapter. I’m glad it’s done, I’m glad I’m happy with it, and I just hope you like it and that I’ve set up everything I need to set up so that I can tell this big dumb story.

Also... I’m sorry about this... lol

Here we are. We meet, we fight. My brothers know blood and battle and they always have. Jackie, I’ve missed you, Chase, do you know him?

They move up the stairs of the skeleton building together, with Chase behind Jackie.

“Chase,” says Jackie. “You've never actually met Anti, have you?”

Chase swallows. “No,” he says.

He's only ever been there in the aftermath, in blood and in grief.

“I know, though,” he says. “I know that he's dangerous. I get that.”

Jackie turns to him for a moment, with sorrowful eyes. “Okay,” he murmurs. “I really hope you do. I love you, okay?”

“I love you too, Jackie.”

“And we're going to be really careful because... is that him?”

They've stepped onto the third floor and there's a body at the end of the open room.

Chase grips at Jackie's shoulder.

Something giggles from the boards over the windows.

“There's Schneep,” Jackie whispers, staring at the body collapsed across the room. “You go get him. I've got your back.”

“Okay,” Chase whispers back, and curses his voice for shaking. He steps towards his fallen brother, and Anti strikes like a snake.

Jackie takes his first blow, a burst of electricity, right to the chest, and hisses through his teeth. He whips out his wood knuckles and strikes out at the glitching manifestation of his nemesis.

“It's been too long,” Anti hisses, and his image appears on Jackie's every side, crouching as though about to strike and holding a knife longer than his forearm. “I've missed you, Jackieboy!”

“Back off, Anti,” says Jackie, and slashes forward again, but Anti is already gone, standing on the stairs.

“Come on, Jackie, let's play tag!” he calls, laughing from all around him. “Or are the stairs too painful for you since I shattered your body into pieces and stab wounds?”

To be fair, yeah, the stairs will hurt like hell. But Chase hasn't wavered. He's sprinting towards Henrik, laid out on the other side of the room, and Jackie knows that the more time he can buy them and the farther away he can chase Anti, the more likely they are to escape. Nothing else matters.

He pushes his pain away, sucks in a deep breath, and takes off after Anti.

Howling with laughter, Anti glitches up the stairs, up the stairs, sitting on the railway, playing with his knife, reappearing, reappearing, reappearing. He's showing off and Jackie knows it. One of them is far more powerful than the other tonight, and Anti won't let him forget it.

“Come on!” he crows, spinning his knife about in one hand. “Come on, you false little hero! When was the last time the street-wise criminals and Londontown drug lords saw you? I'm so glad you've finally come out of hiding, big brother! I think you need a warm-up. Look out!”

His blade comes slamming through the air towards him and Jackie barely manages to throw himself out of the way instead of it shattering his collarbone. “Fucker,” he yells, and retaliates with a blast of his power – pure bright light.

Anti laughs manically as light burns painful at his eyes and tears into his impure and chaotic energy, falling back and reeling from the pain. He glitches again, retreating to the next floor, and summons a second knife as he waits for Jackie to join him.

“Now you're just being a dick,” Jackie snaps, panting at the top of the stairs.

“That really does hurt you, doesn't it?” purrs Anti, watching him try to straighten up. “The old wounds. I hope it's as humiliating as it is painful.”

“Yeah? I'd watch your mouth, cause I'm about to make you pay for it.”

Anti laughs and lets Jackie throw a pair of light beams, avoiding both with a quick glitch. “Oh, Jackie, I have missed you. I'm so tempted to dance with you the same way we did last time – to defeat you, destroy you, and then go after your darling baby brother.”

“But you hate going in circles, don't you?”

“Yes, precisely. And why settle? I've been planning something even better than my last triumph. Come on, Jackie, calm down for a moment. There's some things I think you should know.”

Jackie breathes hard, watching Anti with narrow eyes. They know each other well.

“Fine,” he says, his hands relaxing around his wood knuckles. “What?”

It's a cool night, and at this height, the crickets fade into a distant symphony. Cars pass occasionally and their light cuts through the boarded windows like water spraying up at the end of the ocean.

“I just want you to be here when Chase Brody dies,” says Anti.

Jackie grits his teeth hard. “Fuck you,” he says. “Fuck you. Forget my chest and my neck and my stupid fucking heart. If you try to go near Chase, I'll kill you one way or another, little brother.”

Anti laughs so hard his chest glitches into nothing but color. “Oh, darling, that is the fun part. I'm not going to kill Chase. I left my dog with him downstairs.”

“Your... what?”

“Sorry. I meant my brother.”

Jackie's heart misses a beat.

“You're lying. You haven't had enough time with Schneep to make him yours.”

Anti glitches, and for just a second, he is a black dog with barred teeth, and then he is Jack again. “Oh, Jackie, I'm not talking about Schneep.”

It can't be. It can't fucking be. His heart shivers.

“Marvin?” he whispers, though he can barely form the word.

For just a second, Anti shows his surprise.

“Marvin?” he repeats. “You still think...”

The wind chills Jackie's blood and bones.

“You still think Marvin's alive?”

He'd give the world to make Anti unsay those words.

“Oh, now, that is too funny.” He laughs like a hyena and it echoes and magnifies as he draws closer, flicking his knife from hand to hand. “You still think Marvin's alive! You still hope! You still wait for him!”

Jackie yells and darts forward, throwing punch after punch at Anti's face. Anti is quicker and more violent, but Jackie's always had the strength advantage, and he shoves Anti back until he glitches away and reappears on the other side of the room, his teeth bared.

“Poor Jackieboy,” he snarls, letting blood run out of his mouth and his eyes glaze black. “You've always been so fucking deluded. But don't worry, my darling. I'll tell you what happened that night, when Jack slept, and Henrik was mine, and Marvin died alone.”

Jackie's breathing is choking him up. He's just going to ignore him. He's just going to ignore him, put his hands up, and fucking swing.

Hit, miss, miss, Anti catches his wrists and drives him back, his knife catching on Jackie's knuckles. Jackie burns him blind with light, but Anti just closes his eyes and swings forward, unfearing and careless. Pain means little to him and violence is his world, and Jackie is forced back, only managing one more good blow before they catch each other's wrists. Together they stumble back, two great forces locked together, but the moon is high and the sun is missing, and Jackie trips up first.

“You've been wondering for so long,” says Anti, slamming Jackie's head against the wall again, and again, until he screams for the pain and slumps in the demon's arms. “Let me tell you, big brother, what happened that wonderful night. I defeated you, destroyed you, left you splayed on the ground like a rabbit dropped from the mouth of a vulture, your pathetic body shattered into different layers of agony and bone dust. You failed to protect him. He should have known then that the fight was lost, but he always did take after you when it comes to stupidity. I came for Jack. Marvin was there. He cried for you, but you didn't come.”

“You son of a bitch!” Jackie screams, shoving at Anti's glitching arms. He summons light to make Anti burn, but the demon just tightens his grip on his throat and continues, his eyes blazing blue and green and his wicked teeth curved in a smile full of hatred and euphoria.

“He tried so hard to put up a good fight! He threw all the magic he'd been granted at me and moved between dimensions like a mouse moves through the walls of your house. Tiny, skittering little pest! But I caught him by the hair and dragged him down, and he wept for you, and promised me that you would kill me, that Jack would never be mine, that I would never win. And then, Jackieboy, oh, then... you wouldn't believe, couldn't understand how wonderful...”

Anti leans in close and sighs. Jackie shivers and waits, held tight by his terror, by his desperation, by a long year of wondering, wondering, wondering.

“Oh!” says Anti. “To taste the thick flesh of his pulsing heart!”

Jackie screams so loud his throat tears.

He is a sun given humanity and he thrashes in Anti's arms, kicking, striking, struggling, though his back burns and his whole body wails its protest. He howls like an animal shot, like a dog trapped in a fighting ring. Marvin could be a ghost beside him – he can swear he feels the blue haze of his little brother's magic, sees the curve of his cool, loving smile, hears his dancing laughter become a cry of terror, of fear, a cry for Jackie to save him –

“No! Marvin! No!”

“Does that hurt? Is it bad? Come on, Jackie, get up. Where's your fight gone, big brother? Where's your fight gone? Fuck, you're so weak. I should have made you watch as I killed him and left his corpse splayed over you as you bled. And now my little Jameson is going to slaughter your Chaser and give me his heart. Will you grieve, Jackie? Or will you just die?”

Jameson?

The world stills. Tears weep down his cheeks.

And instead of blue magic, Jackie sees the uncolored flicker of an old movie screen, feels brass in his hands, hears the steady ticking of a clock, watches the little one's warm eyes smile up at him, smiles back at him, feels his heart beat calm beneath his hands –

That is when a gunshot sounds.

Anti howls his triumph, filling the whole room up with glitches and wild ferocious energy. Jackie screams fear. And Chase, staring in horror at Jameson Jackson stood before him, clutches at the bullet lodged deeply in his chest, and crumples, soundless, to the ground.

Terror, grief, and love all burning together make Jackie powerful. Beneath Anti's hands, he glows and struggles, his body filling up with heat and light.

“So you do have some power left,” Anti smiles, pressing down hard on his throat and letting his fingers burn. “Maybe even enough to send me away. But, mo deartháir, it won't be enough to save him. It's never been enough to save any of them.”

Jackie screams.

Lashes out.

For a moment, it is like his whole body has vanished from the earth, and he is only light, white and ethereal, floating painless above the earth. Jackie senses the beating hearts of his brothers, the raw hatred that makes Anti whole, and, downstairs, another little soul he does not know, one full of pain, fury, confusion, and a regret so deep his heart threatens to shatter.

The room fills up with light, and Anti shatters into pixels. Jackie watches as he heaves up a mouthful of blood, laughs for joy and for agony, and disappears as though he never existed.

“I didn't mean to,” says Jameson Jackson.

His hands are full of blood. Chase Brody does not move.

“I didn't mean to,” says Jameson, but the damage is done.

[absolutelyxosmittenxo]

Imagine: How miscellaneous RWBY characters express how much they love you.

RUBY ROSE: Little Red Riding Hood is flushed in the cheeks, incapable of containing her excitement to the extent you encourage herself to breathe before passing out. "You're just so cool, amazing, really cute, and I just really, really, really love you a whole lot! I can't believe you're dating me and oh my goodness I can't breathe-"

WEISS SCHNEE: Conveyed as the anime archetype 'tsundere', it simply depends on the circumstances. In your company, the heiress holds your gaze tenderly, delicately folding her hands together and speaking honestly. "I love you so much. Thank you for taking the time to know me, and letting me discover who I truly want to be."

BLAKE BELLADONNA: Distance has been asserted considering the past experiences shared with Adam Taurus - the Belladonna's daughter is mortified of what threat infatuation could pose. Yet you've seeped through those cracks; within, a timid, open minded and merciful girl desiring nothing but unity for everyone. She is smiling softly, ears exposed freely as they flick every which way. "I've been afraid for so long - but when you came into my life, I decided I didn't want to run away anymore. Now, I can fully admit I love you, and know you love me for me."

YANG XIAO LONG: "You actually stayed here with me," the bombshell blonde utters, implying abandonment was an emotional obstruction she faced more than desired. Her mechanical arm quivers under the pressure of her anxiety; but as she concludes you are there, you won't leave, she takes a moment to breathe. "I want to be there for you, like you always have been for me. You mean the world to me."

PENNY POLENDINA: Whether Professor Polendina invested in hardwiring the concept of romance or love into the robot's system, she was adapting to the idea. Little by little, she was learning more and more. Sometimes, Penny jumps to the opportunity to wrap her arms around your neck, squeezing the very life out of you. "I love you! I love you! You're the bestest friend I could have ever asked for."

JAUNE ARC: "I know most underestimate me - well, I'm sure pretty much all of Beacon did," Jaune laughs dryly, evidently wandering to the bitter moments of being seen as underwhelming, even by his own family. "But I know there's people who believe in me. Even then, I was so dumb, and ignored them, and once I realized they cared, they were gone. I won't make the same mistake twice. I love you so much, I can't bear to lose you like Pyrrha."

NORA VALKYRIE: Born a rambler, once her lightning strikes, there's no way out of it. "You're always just so adorable, strong, wonderful - mhm, Ren, more pancakes, please! - When you said you wanted to be together-together, I just couldn't pass the chance up!" Through a mouthful of ooey gooey, syrup soaked pancakes, she says, "I love yoooooooooooou!" 

PYRRHA NIKOS: Destiny was debatable; was it predetermined, or was it belonging to you as you paved your own pathway along life? It was a definitive question the invincible girl pondered frequently. But the very fact you try your best to bring joy into her life, in spite of potential doubts of your worth? She is absolutely smitten. With a light stroke of your hair, and caressing your cheek, Pyrrha smiles warmly, "You are everything to me."

LIE REN: Ren relies on subtlety to depict his emotions. One could say his motto is "Actions speak louder than words." Indeed they do, considering whenever push comes to shove, his affection manifests itself in simple ways. Particularly holding your hand. You could be clinging to your very life line, hope fading as the world seems to be plummeting into oblivion. However, once the huntsman intertwines his fingers with yours, you realize everything will be okay on the end.

SUN WUKONG: His velvety smooth, cream yellow tail is embracing the branch haphazardly, as he awaits your presence. As soon as you stroll on around, the monkey faunus seizes the opportunity to execute his plan. Dropping down, Sun swoops in, kissing you square on the mouth as you emit a surprised squeak. "Love you, babe!"

NEPTUNE VASILIAS: It was gentle leaning, inspecting your features, admiring how lovely you were. He was a love sick fool - you had the flirty boy enraptured, head over heels, considering himself every term to describe how much he was falling deeper in love with you. Neptune adores you. "Gosh, you're cute," he smooches you on the cheek, How'd I get so lucky?"

COCO ADEL: Her expressions of love are never discreet; Fox, Velvet and Yatsuhashi are subjected to her attempts of showing it often. Before you awaken, the gunslinger equips an appealing color of her lipstick, and inscribes a few words upon the mirror. In the morning, as the time signifies you must rise to the occasion, you venture into the restroom, only to see what Coco had left behind. "I love you" written in lipstick, her signature emblem implying it was her.

VELVET SCARLATINA: Each picture was worth a thousand words - upon every photograph snapped, Velvet could sense the devotion, sweetness, heartfelt moments and even beyond emanating from the scenes captured. Thus, she compiles them to the best of her ability. The shy bunny is internally bouncing off the walls as she hands you the album she created, confessing with rosy cheeks, "Every moment we share reminds me of why I love you so much - so, I thought, why not show you all the moments we have had together?"

OZPIN: Millenniums were spent contemplating pensively, having people lose faith in him, watching everyone else perish as he was forced to wander the Earth. The academy's headmaster has suffered severely. The thought of having you cease to exist while his soul remains is ingrained his mind. But Ozpin concludes worrying for the future isn't going to be helpful. For now, he must cherish what he had. As he sees you sleeping soundly, and leans over, pecking your temple, he truly can say, "I love you to the moon and back."

GLYNDA GOODWITCH: Left to mend the broken pieces of a once content Vale, Glynda has suffered the hardships of immense, overwhelming grief. Ozpin was off to reincarnate wherever his soul wound up, students fled across the kingdom, majority barely seeing the light of day since the fall. But you didn't leave. As you raise Glynda up, explain how grateful you are for her efforts, how Ozpin and all the students are proud of her, she is reminded of why she fell in love with you. "Thank you for staying beside me in this time of hardships - you mean everything to me." 

QROW BRANWEN: Alcohol flooding into his brain, the uncle of Ruby and Yang is spouting lyrical nonsense. You sigh in response to your beloved's irrational babbling, having his head rest in your lap. He is the equivalent of a toddler following a few or several alcoholic beverages. "I love you~" Qrow would confess constantly, trying to smother you sloppily in kisses, breath radiating the worst of odors before passing out. After waking up the next day with a hangover, the Branwen groans from the migraine, apologizing for his goofiness. "I don't know how you do it, but thanks for putting up with me."

WINTER SCHNEE: Family was a touchy subject to graze on in terms of a persuasive yet spiteful father neglecting his children unless they were needed to serve a purpose. All the soldier considered to be family, for the most part, was her younger sister, and butler, Klein. However, it's a rare sight to see as she disentangles her luscious white hair from its bun, and she is witnessed smiling so sweetly as she peppers you in brisk kisses. "It isn't often someone comes into my life and makes it more worthwhile - but you have helped me cherish it even more." 

JAMES IRONWOOD: His body was composed not of flesh and blood; metal prosthetics filled the spaces of appendages deprived of him. Yet James was as handsome, wholesome, and endearing as he always has been. With the man's chest exposed, ebony bangs slightly out of place as you both had just woken up, you rest on the edge of your bed. He's breathing gingerly, as you stroke your thumb under the surface of his palm. Raising your hand to his lips, he kisses it, expressing, "I love you so dearly." 

OSCAR PINE: He wouldn't be the kid he was prior to merging souls with a seemingly immortal man. No longer a farmer hand reduced to playing the role of feeding livestock and raking hay. Now, he was thrusted into the life of a new incarnation of the one meant to defeat an unstoppable force. Through it all, though, Oscar was falling in love. He plucked the loveliest flower he could find, stroking the back of his head nervously as it offered it to you. "I know there's so much going on right now, with there perhaps being a war, people trying to kill us constantly - it's just crazy. But you give me a chance to breathe. And, as silly as it might sound, I really love you for it."

CINDER FALL: Perhaps the wicked woman's upbringing was similar to Cinderella, yet she couldn't seek the happy fairytale ending her inspiration was fortunate enough to have. Or, at least, from what we have seen. To you, Cinder is an enigma, much to be explored as she is in pursuit for power. But you turn the tables as she stops the world to get off with you. Having you close your eyes, Miss Fall indulges you in her, lips touching yours endlessly, and you are on the verge of fainting from being so breathless. "Do not think - succumb to these urges to embrace me, and I shall never let you go. Maybe you and I can find that happy ending we desire, as we rise to the top, and all else fall." 

ROMAN TORCHWICK: Smoke drawls from the cigar tucked in between his lips, the con artist grinning as you curled yourself around his waist. Being pummeled by fifteen year old girls weren't exactly confidence boosting, but at the end of the day, to have you be so loyal and endearing has his heart skip a beat. Roman parts the cylinder momentarily, "Dear, have I ever mentioned how much I adore you?" 

MERCURY BLACK: One, two, three - the liplocks multiplied as the mechanical marvel covers your body in kisses. He doesn't hesitate to express his dedication, although preserves it for private settings, sprinkling playful banter here and there. The assassin's son swipes away any residue residing on your mouth, smirking, "Babe, you're my one and only - don't let anyone tell you otherwise." 

EMERALD SUSTRAI: In your arms, the master of thieves believes she is finally at home, a safe haven where she can not worry about going hungry or being reduced to filth. She isn't manipulated to conduct misdeeds as she is by Cinder; you have compassion for her, saving the time to make her happier and make her feel loved. Really, Emmy never anticipated to receive such affection. But as the thief dissolves into your embrace, she whispers, "God, I love you." 

NEOPOLITAN: As far as we are concerned, the killer queen waving around a lethal parasol cannot emit sound from her vocal chords. But verbal obstacles won't stand in the way of this tiny antagonist. Neo props herself up on her tip toes, fluttering her eyelashes innocently. No hidden intent, yet you have your worries. Of course, your expectations are evaded, as she stands on top of your feet, kisses your lips, and signs the typical romantic phrase for you. 

SALEM: Externally, Salem appears monstrous, depravity consuming her as revenge drives her motives. Beneath the surface, however, the eternal being exposes gentleness, in which she nurtures you, raises you up, refusing to let you crumble. "I have lived as long as you can imagine. It's scarce, for someone to catch my interest as you have. Ozpin's dominion shall fall apart, so long as all is executed as it should. As I seize control, you will forever remain by my side. That much I can promise you, my love."

ILIA AMITOLA: "I always wanted Blake to look at me the way she did with Adam," the memory causes the chameleon's heart to throb undeniably, "I was hopelessly in love with her." Alternating accordingly to her emotions, Ilia's speckles changes to a pink resembling cherry blossoms.  "But now that I've met you, I can forgive myself for my past mistakes. I don't need to blend in - you love me as I am. And I love you just the same."

[thisisamadhouse]

Embrace your beast

A/N: As usual I am very late for this, but then deadlines and I have never really gotten along. This is a submission for several prompts for the @spookyoq week, namely Blood, Bones, Cemetery, Full Moon & Monster. Set in the Missing Year, pre ship but with lots of tension. Trigger warning for some gruesome visuals. Let me know what you think! Big thanks to my darling Manon @onhowtobecrazy for the beta work. FF link

There was no warning, but then there rarely was anymore. Zelena's beasts swooped in unexpectedly while Robin and Little John were watching Roland play with a few other children in the courtyard. They barely had time to react, and it was clear that the monkeys were targeting the youths. Their only two options were to either grab their weapons, or attempt to save the children. Robin didn't stop to think, he ran towards his son, who was desperately calling for him, his little legs unable to outrun the flying monstrosities heading straight towards him and the girl he was dragging along.

Robin reached them right before a sharp claw could close around their thin arms. He enfolded them in his embrace, turning around, and the talon teared through the leather of his quiver instead of soft flesh. John had managed to get to a couple others kids, but the oldest of the group, a boy of thirteen years, had tripped and fallen, and was skidding backwards to escape.

A scream, the like of which Robin had never heard before, erupted from what seemed to be the castle itself. The beasts froze in the air, looking around to locate the source, and it was their ultimate mistake. A plume of purple smoke appeared suddenly, and Regina emerged from it. Only she didn't look at all like the aloof and distant Queen she liked to use as a facade, nor the softer, sadder woman, she let so very few see. No, for the first time Robin recognized the Evil Queen herself, the warrior sorceress who had led armies to battle, and he could understand the terror she had induced in the heart of the bravest men in the land.

It was dusk, they had let the children play, hoping that they would tire themselves enough to not object to bedtime, and Regina had obviously been about to turn in herself, but in spite of her flimsy attire -the black, satiny nightgown had featured in many of Robin's fantasies-, her appearance was no less terrifying. An unnatural wind was causing her long, ebony curls to wildly fly around her head, her eyes were wide, pupils blown and shimmering with a purple glow, her hands were clawed and filled with fire.

She grabbed the monkey that had been about to hurt the boy, and it let out a wail of agony as her hands scorched its skin to the bone. She threw it towards the others with a roar, smoke surrounding them as she gave the same treatment to the remaining beasts. Their pathetic yowls resounded and then died away, the smoke settling around Regina.

Robin pressed the children tighter against him to spare them the gruesome sight: Regina was drenched in blood, pieces of fur and intestines filling her hands, the monkeys' bones at her feet. She caught his eyes and his horrified expression, her own eyes widened and she disappeared, leaving no trace of what had just happened behind.

"Regina, no!" He called her back, and sighed when he realised it was in vain.

It took him a while to settle the children, and even longer to find Regina afterwards. Night had fallen, the incandescent sun leaving way to a bright, full moon, and he felt like he had exhausted all his options. He had looked everywhere he could think of, but it seemed that the Queen had vanished from the castle's grounds. He was doing one last round, just in case, when he found a path, partially obscured by thick bushes, that he had never noticed before. He followed it cautiously, and soon found himself on the south side of the grounds, on a small hill, in what he guessed was the Palace's cemetery.

A huge, ivy covered mausoleum dominated it -the Royal crypt no doubt- and smaller tombs were scattered around, but they were unkempt, the grass had grown to the point of hiding some of them. Everything was still, no sound apart from the distant howling of wolves, no one had been there in years. Robin was about to leave when a slight movement attracted his attention. Here she was, at the edge of the cemetery, and, as he approached, Robin suddenly felt nauseous when he realised she was standing on a pile of bones, not all, but some, of them humans.

Looking more closely, he could see Regina was shaking, breathing heavily, and staring down at her hands with a vacant gaze. He had no way to understand that she hadn't experienced such a fit of blind rage in years, before she casted the Curse. He couldn't possibly know that she had destroyed whole armies of various creatures, almost single handedly, in such a state, and that it took hours to calm herself down, and even begin to remember what she had done, but her distress was palpable, and he needed to find a way to bring her back.

"What is this place?" He asked softly, the first thing on his mind rolling off his tongue and out of his mouth, before he could determine if it was a good idea.

His presence must have registered somehow because she didn't startle. She turned her head towards him slowly, her dark, clouded eyes clearing a little.

"Snow's ancestors weren't all benevolent rulers. They liked to bring back trophies from their campaigns, make a public spectacle of bringing enemies to their knees, and then they would throw them away without a decent burial. Rumple brought me here when he started teaching me, he wanted me to know what the King would do if he ever found out what I really was. He didn't understand that there were moments when I would have preferred that fate," she concluded on a murmur but he still heard her loud and clear.

"Ancestors?" He let out, and then cursed himself for being unable to control his treacherous trap. The look she gave him was an awful mix of hurt and betrayal that caused his stomach to twist painfully.

"You thought this was my ossuary?" She hissed, straightening to her full height when he took a step closer to her, hands raised and shaking his head. "Maybe you should think twice before coming near such a monster."

"Ever since I met you, I have never thought you to be a monster, Milady, nor am I afraid of you," he said boldly, staring straight in her eyes.

She gave a short, humourless laugh. "Oh, but you really, really should be. Haven't you seen what I have just done?"

Robin shrugged. "You mean, did I see you save those children from enraged beasts? Yes, I did, and I want to thank you for once more saving my son's life. It is a great debt I owe you."

Regina seemed shocked by his reply. "You don't care about how I did it? You would still let your son be around me after this?"

"I have been to war, Your Majesty," he used her full title for once, hoping to drive his point home more convincingly. "I have maimed and killed, and tried to convince myself that it was for the greater good. Even if those winged animals are controlled by the Wicked Witch, they still could have injured or killed the little ones had you not intervened, it doesn't matter how you stopped them."

She huffed and rolled her eyes. "Not everyone think like you. I am already blamed for the Witch's attacks, and now I am traumatizing innocent children."

"Pardon my language, but screw them," he said passionately. "They would blame you if you hadn't been able to stop the beasts, they would have called you weak if you had done it differently. Ever since you all came back, they've only been too happy to scapegoat you for any and every thing that is wrong in their lives. Their opinions don't matter, the fact that the Green Witch's army is three monkeys short, and that several children are sleeping safely in their beds tonight, is what matters."

Rarely did anyone defend her actions so strongly, especially not as she stood on a mound of remains, dried blood on her usually smooth and pristine skin, torn fur still visible under her nails. Regina wondered, and not for the first time, who this man really was, what he had seen and done that gave him such a rare perspective on life. It was refreshing, though she would probably never tell him that. For once, someone understood that their world was far from being black and white. To her, it had always appeared to be a greyish fog, with a few rays of sun filtering through here and there; it tasted of ash, and reeked an acrid smell, with a rare presence only able to clear it long enough to give the illusion that it could get better. It never lasted though, and Robin seemed to get that.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he said, pulling her out of her contemplation, gently wiping off a stain from her cheek with his handkerchief, after waiting for her nod of consent. "You're going to get sick standing in this draft."

She gave him a strange look. "After what you've seen you really think a bit of breeze would worry me. Us monsters are tougher than that," she sounded haughty but he could hear the self-deprecation quite clearly.

"As I said, I don't believe you are one, but if you insist, let me tell you that you are the most stunning monster I have ever seen," he smirked at her quirked eyebrow.

"Flattery will get you nowhere," she stated flatly, unsure how to feel about such a declaration.

He shrugged. "It's not flattery, only the truth. Will you let me accompany you back to the castle?"

She wavered for a moment, thinking about the kind of welcome she would receive if anyone saw her like this. Her fit had depleted her energy so much she feared that even using magic to clean herself up would do her in, and she looked down at her feet, skulls and skeletons mingling together beneath her in a rather ghastly sight that few had the stomach to handle, but this was something she was only too familiar with, she felt safer here than she did amongst Snow's loyal subjects.

"You should get back to Roland. I will be fine," she told him, not revealing why she was hesitating.

Robin seemed to know exactly what her dilemma was anyway. "You might be surprised, Regina," his gentle tone, the way he pronounced her name almost reverently would usually annoy her, but not this time.

She let him drap his cape on her shoulders and lead her back. She gripped his arm, nails sinking in his biceps, when a small group of women approached them as soon as they entered the hall. She was two seconds away from taking the risk to disappear when she noticed Granny carrying a tray full of food. Another woman, older and bolder than the others it seemed, for she was able to meet Regina's inquiring gaze, settled a heavy, soft blanket around her.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for saving our children," the woman's eyes were brimming with tears, and her hands were twitching as if she was stopping herself from reaching out and hug her.

Regina found the notion both ridiculous, and strangely endearing. She could acknowledge how brave those women were for waiting for her return though. If it had been her, if something like that had happened to Henry, Regina wouldn't have been able to take her eyes off her son for more than the time it took to blink. Actually, she remembered quite well what happened when Henry was in a similar situation and she looked away for too long.

Regina nodded to the other woman, not knowing what she could possibly say, and it seemed to be enough. The others relaxed and gave her cautious smiles, gathering around her and steering her towards her rooms, with promises of a warm bath, clean clothes, and food. She threw one last look towards Robin over her shoulder, a mix of confusion and gratefulness which he found utterly charming, not that he would ever tell her that.

She may see a monster when she looked in the mirror, but he would always see a fierce she-wolf, claws out, ready to protect the cubs, and really what was wrong with that?

[taegills]

what happens at dawn (m)

↬ a faerie!taehyung fic

pairing: kim taehyung| reader

genre: fantasy, smut, angst

word count: 7.8k

warnings: slightly darkish themes (if you squint)

A/N: hi yes it’s been ages since i’ve uploaded a fic, i’m a lazy gremlin don’t look at me. that aside i really enjoy this fic and i hope you do too ♡

 “Drawn in by his magnetism and allure, you step closer, your toes stopping just outside the circle. Taehyung smiles darkly at that, his approval clear. “Don’t enter a faerie circle uninvited, love. But this,” He leans impossibly close, overwhelming your senses as he trails the bitten strawberry against your lips, “is a formal invitation.” —

You honestly hadn’t intended on ending up in the forest, especially not this early in the morning. But, after waking up even before the sun from your odd dreams, your bones just felt so restless. So you walked.

Which, somehow, brought you here to the edge of the trees where there’s just barely any light. In fact you can still see the moon peeking through the thin fog and you’re aware that this is the time everyone is always so afraid to talk about, with all their whispers and legends and warnings. About the things that lurk beneath the forest leaves and what happens at dawn. About how the early morning fog is often thick with their magic.

Faeries.

You’re aware of the myths of the Fae Folk and the proper etiquette involved: Leave the faerie trees be. Keep away from stones in the middle of the field. And don’t ever enter a faerie circle. It’s all folklore you’ve heard before and know very well to abide by. And to those rules you do. But for some reason on this particular morning, as you find yourself wandering further past the lip of the forest just before dawn breaks, you can’t bring yourself to care about the one cardinal rule that’s often left unspoken. You blame your recklessness on the sense of exploration and the alluring hum of something that echoes in your bones and urges you forward.

Lest you long to lose your life or worse, stay out of the forest at dawn.

In the back of your mind you’re aware of the way your spine tingles when the breeze brushes against the back of your neck and how your heartbeat seems to pick up the further you ease between the trees. But it’s easy to ignore the quiet sense of danger when everything around you is so…breathtaking. You’re bathed in the ambience, from the lush flora and the heady scent that carries through the fog to the blueish tint of the near morning light through the mist. It’s absolutely beautiful and you can’t for the life of you understand how anyone could keep away from this, let alone why they should. And it’s with these thoughts and your sense of awe that you wander, goaded on by the whisper of the wind.

The further you reach into the forest, the thicker the leaves grow overhead, as do the vines underfoot and the further you’re drawn into the sentience of the forest. It’s odd if you’re being honest with yourself, but you feel the need to mutter several excuse me’s and pardons as you step over roots and dodge stray branches. It feels almost like you’re stepping over toes and ducking under arms in a crowd, a thought you don’t allow yourself to focus on for long. Especially as you catch sight of what’s likely the most ethereal view you’ll ever see.

Just a ways ahead of you is a tree you could only ever describe as pure magic. It’s some sort of wisteria, the branches’ vines pouring with warm hues reminiscent of a floral waterfall. You hadn’t imagined a faerie tree to be something of this caliber, but it’s unmistakable. Even without the shivers of awe creeping up your spine, you can easily recognize its raw power from the massive roots that knot through the forest floor, decorated with moss and clovers and other flora. It’s even more obvious in the way its vines encompass the branches of the nearby trees, bending them to its might in an arching canopy that just barely filters in the dawning light. It leaves the air hazy and pink and absolutely intoxicating.

Once again you feel that hum that urges you closer and you comply, stopping in a patch of clover just out of the reach of the roots. As drawn to it as you are, you still know better than to disturb a faerie tree.

“Sorry if I’m intruding.” You say aloud without much of a thought. You’re not entirely sure who or what you’re addressing, but some part of you feels the need for courtesy. You wander just alongside the roots, taking in the soft streams of light that spill through the floral ceiling that seem almost tangible against the fog. But you’re so taken by the beauty of it all that you fail to realize exactly what your curiosity has attracted.

“No need to apologize, sweetheart.” Is all you hear as you’re suddenly snapped out of your trance by a voice that could only be described as pure sin on a spring afternoon. Your heart jumps to your throat as you try to find the source, expecting to find that someone, like you, was somehow foolish enough to wander into the forest before daybreak. But that doesn’t quite seem to be the case.

No, what you see instead when you turn back towards the trunk of the Fae tree sparks a feeling that could as easily be fear as it is awe. You can tell immediately that the being before you, leaned lazily against the bark is far from a normal man, more than human. There is just something in his features that’s clearly too beautiful, too perfect, too… unearthly. And with that thought you realize that you’re probably already doomed. Although looking at him, you could almost believe he was incapable of the savagery people in your town whisper about.

Almost.

But you know better, can practically feel the current of power and magic in the air around him. And when he pushes off the tree and starts towards you with the hints of a smirk, you’re not sure if the race of your heart is from fear or something else.

“Taehyung, at your service.” He says to you with an exaggerated bow and an all too inviting smile. He’s just a couple feet away from you now and you can easily make out all the features of his face; the mix of his impeccable bone structure and his piercing gaze making your brain feel just a little bit hazy. “To whom may I give the pleasure?” And you blush when, from the slow, sin-filled smirk he gives you, you pick up on the double entendre.

“Y…Y/N.” You manage, stomach clenching as you try to meet his eyes. It’s with that that he steps closer, so much so that you can feel the tips of his bare feet bump against your shoes and your breath falters. The atmosphere around you two is so much thicker now, your nerves both prickling and easing against the current of raw magic that hums around him.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” And as you hear your name in that sinfully deep voice of his, you feel your head fog up and your knees get weak. It’s alarming, the affect he has on you, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t extremely enticed by him. And you’d also be lying if you said you wouldn’t do almost anything to get him to say your name like that again. Which, with a faerie, was a dangerous thought. “You’re such an interesting little human, love.” He mutters, raising one hand to a lock of hair near your face. “So curious.” He pulls slightly on the hair between his fingers. “So sweet.” His voice is just barely a whisper, and you would almost believe he was talking to himself if it weren’t for how intensely he was staring into your eyes.

“Wh….what?” Is all you manage to say, trying to find your verbal footing amidst the fog of nerves and attraction he brings out in you. He gives you a blinding smile before backing away, moving to run his hands through a drip of flowers.

“You’re the sweetest human I’ve ever seen.” His smile now seems less sin-inspiring and more boyish and sweet. “I’ve been watching you since you came in. You treat the forest with the respect she deserves.” He turns away then, gliding errant petals through his fingers as he slowly circles the trunk of the tree. Instinctively, with little thought towards potential danger, you follow him. “Like you feel the magic.”

You nod slowly despite the fact that he can’t see you; knowing that he doesn’t need to. You know what he means, that sense of something that lingers in the air around you, almost tangible. And it radiates from him like a heat wave. “It’s… amazing.”  You breathe, your voice barely carrying over the breeze. With that he turns back to you, skipping over to you with an excitement somewhat akin to that of a puppy or a small child. And once again he’s close enough to overwhelm all your senses, an innocent smile gracing his features.

“Wanna see more?” The excitement in his voice is almost enough to get you to say yes, but still you hesitate. As harmless as he seems, he’s still a faerie. As if he senses your trepidation, he takes a couple steps back before holding his hand out to you like some sort of peace offering, smile still in place. “Come on, I promise I won’t bite!” He studies you then, and his sweet expression melts into a smirk that’s a little more… wicked. “Unless you ask very nicely” At his words you feel your stomach clench, but just like that he turns child-like again, a puppy-like pout on his face. “Pleeeease, Y/N?”

‘I really shouldn’t’ you say in the back of your mind. ‘This is playing with fire’ ‘He’s a faerie, I can’t trust him’ ‘I need to go home’ and countless other warnings cross the haze of your thoughts, but with one playful quirk of his lips and the tilt of his head, you find yourself pushing past reason and taking his hand, your concerns drifting away until you almost can’t remember what they ever were. Almost.

But you allow Taehyung to lead you into the forest, his giddiness rolling off him in waves and into you, causing you to giggle along with him as he does silly things, like chasing after little baby bunnies through the trees. It amazes you how comfortable the animals are with him and how sweet he seems with them. Like when the two of you come across a doe and instead of freezing or running she just saunters up to him, close enough for him to crouch down and nuzzle her cheek. And he shows you such breathtaking things, like running rivers that sound almost musical if you listen close enough. Or the tree perch he somehow convinces you to climb up with him and the way you somehow fully trust him when he says he wouldn’t ever let you fall. Or the patch of flowers he leads you to, their petals so unearthly vibrant and delicate and reminiscent of the sky’s hue at sundown. Taehyung’s fingers uncurl out of yours as he steps closer, kneeling down to smell a stray flower and you find yourself following his lead.

The scent is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced; honey and something warm and pure ambrosia. It’s heady intoxication weaved into a fragrance and it leaves your mind slightly spinning as you barely notice Taehyung rising to his feet beside you, watching you with something akin to fascination and mischievous delight.

“Go ahead. Pick one.” He urges you, his head nodding gently in the direction of the flower that had so captured your attention. And, if you were to allow yourself a moment of honesty, you wouldn’t deny how tempting the idea seems; how satisfying, how innocent. But despite the allure, you still can’t seem to shake the lingering sense of wariness that tells you that you shouldn’t dare, that picking a flower in this forest is anything but innocent. And you just barely hold on to that little bit of apprehension, forcing yourself slowly to your feet at his side.

He just looks at you questioningly, studying your face intently and as you shake your head in response, he only smiles. “Are you sure?” The whole of you wants to say to hell with it, but you hold still anyway, managing just the slightest of nods considering you don’t quite trust your words at the moment. He only hums in response before he surprises you, leaning down to the flower once more. You can’t really explain why your attention is so honed on the way his fingers rub against the petals or how the breeze carries a scent that’s equal parts floral and equal parts him, but it all fades into the back of your mind as he snaps the stem of the flower before stepping unnervingly close to you. You can even feel the warmth of his breath against your cheeks as he leans in even further, your heart hammering as his fingers come up to card through a few strands of your hair, the soft contact surprising you. He just as gently angles your head up to meet his gaze, his eyes piercing as he stares into yours. And as he takes that moment to tuck the flower into your hair, your body is left thrumming with the unexpected intensity of the situation.

“Mm,” He makes a humming sound of approval as he looks you over again, lingering between the flower and your eyes before he breaks out in a wide grin that’s obnoxiously cute, “Perfect.”

And then right after, he grabs your hand again with a sweet laugh as he excitedly leads you off to whatever new sight he’s dying to show you. And it in no way occurs to you how deep into the forest you’re getting or how much you truly don’t care anymore.

It’s as you start to hear the musical sound of running water again that Taehyung gives you a secretive smile, tugging you gently in front of him so that he can cover your eyes for the “surprise” as he calls it. But as he slowly eases you forward your attention is focused much less on whatever he has in store and much more on the warmth that emanates from his frame; how his silk-covered chest just barely brushes against your back every couple steps and how his breath tickles the hairs at the nap of your neck every time he leans in to tell you not to peek. Brief moments later, you can feel the warmth of the morning sun heating your cheeks and Taehyung whispers an excited “look!” as his fingers fall away from your eyes. The sight that lies before you is something straight out of a fantasy travel brochure.

Before you is a lake so clear you’d almost think it was made of rippling glass, the way the sun shone through the canopied trees making the surface glitter against the light. And with the way the breeze flows off of the heady-scented flowers along the bank combined with the melodic bell-like sounds of the surrounding waterfalls, you find yourself awe-struck and very much appreciative of the faerie for showing you this.

He brushes past you, his hand grazing out to grab yours as he pulls you toward the edge of the water before letting go. As he takes a couple steps back, you lean down to the edge of the water, drifting your fingers through the clear water and marveling at how beautiful it looks in the sun. But you’re broken from your quiet appreciation by the soft sound of a shirt falling by your side in a silky puddle. When you look up, you’re confronted by the sight of Taehyung, bare-chested and beautiful and also currently stripping out of his clothes next to you. You take a moment to find your words, trying not to stare (and failing). You really can’t doubt that he’s a faerie, not when he looks like pure magic and light itself standing before you in the morning sun. But you finally manage something out as you notice his hands drifting down to his waistband.

“T-Taehyung! What are you doing?!” Your words splutter out as he looks down at you, a lazy smirk spreading across his features as he stills his movements.

“What?” He asks, head cocking to the side as he regards you with confusion. “How else am I supposed to swim, Love?” Somehow there’s not even a hint of teasing in his voice. You lift yourself to your feet,

“A-ah… Um, than should I—” You’re about to turn back to the trees but you’re cut off by his looming presence as he steps closer into your personal space with a soft laugh and an easy smile.

“Join me?” He says and his voice is so sweet and hopeful that you almost don’t think about the implications of his offer just to see the radiant smile he’d give. But he continues. “It’s such a perfect day, it’d be fun! Look!” He maneuvers you so that you’re standing in front of him once again, his hands drifting against your waist lightly. And you don’t even have to ask him what you’re supposed to be looking at. It’s clear in the way the sun ripples across the water surface and how the musical sound of the waterfalls echoing around the grove: it’s an inviting idea, one that seems harmless. It’s almost like the forest is whispering to you ‘it’s just a morning dip, Y/N’ and you find yourself agreeing. The water looks too welcoming to pass up the opportunity anyway.

You don’t say anything as you shimmy out of your shoes and leggings and peel off your top, flinging them next to Taehyung’s shirt and trying your best to ignore his smile in your peripherals and how it makes you blush. You move to quickly unclasp your bra but warm fingers beat you to it.

“Allow me…” You can feel the warmth of his breath brushing over your shoulders as he works at the clasp of your bra, the brush of his fingers against your spine sending soft shudders through you. And you try your best to ignore how nice it feels as his hands linger on your skin as he eases the straps off your shoulders. It’s an entirely intimate moment that’s broken as soon as Taehyung steps back with a bright smile and a “there you go!” before tending to the rest of his own clothes.

And it’s as the waistline of his pants dip below the sharp vee of his hips that you realize you’re inadvertently staring and you make short work of yanking off your underwear before retreating into the water till it covers your shoulders, purposefully keeping your back to the shore.

You eventually hear the swishing of the water as Taehyung wades in somewhere behind you, but you ignore him in favor of taking in the sights around you, the refreshing feel of the water, and the warmth of the overhead sun. It’s all so beautiful and you can easily imagine how it would be a faerie playground. And the thought makes you falter for a second as you realize that, save for the flora and fauna, you haven’t seen anyone or anything else but Taehyung here. And as you feel the water ripple around you and the subtle aura of magic announcing his proximity, you turn to him studying him for a second.

“Are— are you the only faerie here?”

“Yeah. Some of us Fae Folk don’t share well, Love.” He says with a chuckle, swimming in small circles around your static body. You watch him as he drifts in and out of your vision.

“Does it ever get lonely?” The question leaves your lips in a wistful hush before you’re able to think about asking it and, to your surprise Taehyung’s face grows more somber as he stops in front of you and regards you for a moment before looking off towards the bank.

“Yes. Your kind doesn’t venture in here very often.” And as he looks at you again, you’re drawn into the clear expression of vulnerability in his eyes right before his lip quirks up in a hesitant smile and he draws closer to you, his legs brushing against yours under the water’s surface. “But you… You’re different.” A hand brushes up against your cheek to cup your jaw and he studies your eyes deeply. “You feel the magic, you care about the forest.” You gasp softly as he gently angles your face, breathing in the scent of him and tamping down the urge to lean a tad closer and kiss him even though he’s right there! “It’s like you belong here.” And a part of your brain, larger than you would like to admit, wants to agree with him. It likes the idea of belonging in the forest. Belonging with him. He gives you a soft smile before it melts into something more playful as he splashes water up into your face and swims away again, leaving you to chase him further into the waters.

You follow him around the lake, the both of you giggling and smiling the whole way as you try to splash him back. He finally stops underneath one of the waterfall streams, passing through the cascading water into a rock enclosed alcove. The lake seems deeper and it’s breathtaking how the rocks look with the light filtering through sheets of water and splaying against them. Taehyung finally drifts closer to you, his playful smile relaxing into one much more relaxed and at ease. And it’s at that moment that you see your opportunity for revenge and you smile mischievously back at him for a moment before launching yourself forward at him, attempting to push him under the water. Or at least that’s what you were intending to do.

Instead he intercepts you by your waist, pinning your back against the rocks in a way that might have been painful if you were focused on anything other than your surprise and the predatory look in his eyes. His hands slip from your hips to the rocky wall beside your head, caging you in between his arms. The atmosphere between the two of you is stifling and you close your eyes. You can feel the pure power and magic radiating off him in waves and fuck is it irresistible.

“Mmm… careful Y/N.” You can feel his lips ghosting gently over the skin of your shoulder, can feel the way his lips pull into a deep smirk before he pulls back slightly and you dare to look up at him as he speaks. “I’ve killed people for less, sweetheart.” He warns, eyes dark with a look that, if you were in your right mind, might have screamed danger. And for a moment you’re almost aware of the fear you probably should have been feeling since entering the forest. But before the feeling could even start to make sense, Taehyung flashes another playful, boxy smile and the moment is easily forgotten. “Just kidding!” His giggle is jarring as you adjust to the rapid shift in his demeanor, wondering how someone can switch from so cute to so sensual and back in such a short amount of time. He pulls back after that, laughing at your dazed expression before leading you out of the alcove and back to the center of the lake.

You spend more time playing around together in the water, splashing and enjoying the sun until it’s nearing afternoon and you finally pull yourselves out. Instead of dressing right away, Taehyung urges you to follow him to a spot near the edge of the trees, showing a clear disinterest in preserving any modesty and after only a brief moment of sheepish hesitation you follow suit. Pleased with your compliance, Taehyung impresses you with a brief show of Fae magic, showing you a little nest of silkworm cocoons before showcasing his powers. You watch in awe as the silk threads lift and twine themselves together with Taehyung occasionally reaching out, weaving his magic along with the threads, he explains to you. He even goes so far as to pick several of the headily scented flowers from before, threading them into the fabric before you. And soon enough he’s drifting a robe over your shoulders, the fabric smoother than any silk you’ve ever felt and flowing over your frame in sheer folds. You find yourself hard-pressed to understand how anyone could call faerie magic dark when it could create something so beautiful, feeling more at home and at ease with Taehyung than you could ever remember feeling outside of the forest. He quickly crafts another strip of fabric, draping it over his waist in a way you can tell is more for your modesty than his when he smirks at your averted gaze.

Finally, after all your dallying at the water’s edge, Taehyung takes your hand again, leading you back into the woods and, unlike the first time, you follow without even a hint of apprehension. Being by his side, your hand in his as the trees hang overhead, feels inexplicably right.

Everything afterwards carries a heavy hint of playfulness as you cavort around the trees with Taehyung, stopping to enjoy every little thing he can think to show you. He teaches you all about the forest with every step; showing you how to effortlessly scale a tree as he climbs up behind you, his arms caged safely around your waist, reinforcing his promise to never let you fall. And if you can feel the way his hands often brush against your skin through the sheer fabric of your robe, you coyly don’t say anything. And when he shows you how best to attract the woodland creatures, sitting you in his lap, your back to his bare chest you’re more focused on how you can feel the rise and fall of his breaths against your spine than you are on the mother and fawn that are carefully making their way up to you.

With Taehyung’s playful coaxing and guidance, the forest becomes something halcyon, serene and you feel increasingly more at home among the trees. So being, you don’t hesitate to heed your curiosity when you catch the intoxicating scent of something floral and fruity and powerful on the wind, grabbing Taehyung’s hand instinctively and pulling him along with you. So focused are you on your search that you don’t notice the pleased, indulgent look he gives you as you wander off together.

Not long after you realize what exactly you were drawn to and you’re absolutely floored. Before you is a sight so sun-drenched and opulent and absolutely teeming with the heady thrum of earthly magic. It’s unmistakable from the way flowers bloom in gossamer hues and twine in and out of the surrounding forbs of strawberries that form a near perfect circle. It’s also clear in how the sun seems to shine down in a perfect halo around the formation, the air visibly shimmering in the afternoon rays. You don’t need to ask Taehyung to know what you’ve come across, not when it’s magic spills over its floral constraints.

“…this is a faerie circle?” Your voice comes out in a quiet hush underneath all your awe. You had heard the fables and legends over and over again, imagined the mythical circle in your mind but you don’t think anything could have prepared you for this. For the raw, utterly overwhelming power you’re suddenly confronted with. Behind you, Tae finally speaks, his voice as hushed as yours.

“That’s correct, love.” He murmurs, coming closer to press his skin along the planes of your back. Here, this close to the faerie circle, the waves of power that roll off him are impossibly intensified and you shiver at his touch, the crackle of his magic leaving your nerves raw. “Can you feel it?” He whispers against the curve of your ear and you meekly nod in response.

You can definitely feel it and for once the heady swirl of magic and power kind of scares you. It’s magnetic, the call of the faerie circle, but as if all of a sudden your conscious had resumed you’re reminded of the legends, the warnings, the danger of faeries.

“I— I probably shouldn’t be here.” You force out, aware of the fact that not only do the words feel false on your tongue, but you also contradict yourself as you make no move to leave, pressing further against Taehyung’s chest instead. He chuckles, his hands finding your waist and holding you there for a moment before he releases you to slip past. You watch in muted awe and apprehension as he turns and steps amid the flora, his eyes following yours the entire way. Instantly the allure of the circle increases and you find yourself fighting the ache in your bones that compels you to follow as Taehyung gestures you forward. You cling to the last bits of caution you can find as you weakly decline. “You’re… you’re not supposed to enter a faerie circle.” You breathe, the statement intended more for yourself than him, but Taehyung smiles all the same.

“Your kind has it all wrong, sweetheart.” He smirks before he leans down near the perimeter of the circle, picking a strawberry that’s deep red and full, before approaching the edge of the circle closest to where you stand watching. He regards you then, his gaze piercing and intense and you watch as he draws the strawberry up to his lips. And when he bites into the fruit with a sensuous smile, you can’t repress the shudder the travels down your spine and he notices. Drawn in by his magnetism and allure, you step closer, your toes stopping just outside the circle. Taehyung smiles darkly at that, his approval clear. “Don’t enter a faerie circle uninvited, love. But this,” He leans impossibly close, overwhelming your senses as he trails the bitten strawberry against your lips, “is a formal invitation.”

Despite your previous concerns, you allow Taehyung to fan away your hesitation with his logic and it’s like your mind clouds as you give in immediately. And this time when he steps back, allowing you space to step into the faerie circle, you follow soon after, eyes trailing his every motion. As you cross the edge of the flora, the power is physically tangible and you can well feel the way the circle thrums with the heady haze of Taehyung’s magic. It’s strong and overwhelming, but with him standing there, looking every bit the sinful, breathtaking faerie, you’re too drunk on Taehyung and his magic to remember to be wary.

He beckons you further, drawing you both to the middle of the circle. With the sun beating over your shoulders, he steps even closer, dragging the half-bitten strawberry against your lips once more. As a drop of juice trails down your lower lip you grow bold, capturing Taehyung’s wrist in both your hands as you lean forward to bite the rest of the berry. His eyes darken as he watches you, his teeth grazing his lower lip, but you can barely notice over the intoxicating taste. It’s a heady mix of sin, forbidden fruit, and sweet captivity and it has your mind spinning. Pulling back, you can see the way Taehyung’s eyes focus on the sticky sheen on your lips and you can actually feel the magic shift in the air before he lunges forward with a deep growl that has your insides heating, his hands coming up to cup your face just mere seconds before his lips crash against yours.

The taste of him seeps into your bones and clouds your mind in the sweetest of ways, every nerve in your body begging for another taste, which he happily obliges. The air is cloying and hot and charged with earthy magic and it presses up against every inch of your skin, making you moan against Taehyung’s lips. His responding chuckle is velvety and dark and settles somewhere deep in the pit of your stomach as he smirks against your lip and kisses you languidly, tugging your bottom lip teasingly between his teeth. He drops one hand to the curve of your neck, his thumb grazing your jaw, while the other hand drifts to your lower back, pushing your bare chest up against his and you shiver in his hold. Everywhere his skin connects with yours hums with pure energy and magic and it’s sheer nirvana.

The hand at your back drifts lower still as Taehyung grazes over the curve of your ass down to your thigh, lifting it up against his before grinding his hips against you in a way that makes your knees go shaky. With little warning, Taehyung lifts your other leg picking you up before deftly kneeling onto the soft forest floor.

“Perfect.” Is the only thing he says against your lips as he rocks forward, splaying you against the earth. The cool softness of the ground is welcome against your scorching skin and even the dirt seems to seep with Fae magic, igniting all of your senses all over again. Taehyung sits above you, kneeling open legged between your splayed thighs, gazing over your body with a languid smirk. And when he locks eyes with you, his gaze carnal and all consuming, you’re caught off guard by the way he curls one long finger through your spread heat. He revels in your resulting moan, his face melting into a look of gratification before his expression turns absolutely sinful and he lifts the finger to his lips, making sure to keep your gaze as he darts his tongue out.  His wicked hum of content mixed with the pure eroticism of the view and the wild thrum of his magic, almost as if he were at the edge of his control, pushes you into a want beyond reason. He notices, lazily smirking and drawing the digit out of his devilish mouth torturously slow before lurching forward to meet your lips in another soul-consuming kiss. Crazed, your hands scrape along any expanse of heated skin you can find, trying to find any way to drag yourself closer. Taehyung chuckles at your efforts, placating you with another languid stroke through your slit, sending pleasured tremors down your spine as he dips his finger teasingly into your opening before trailing up to slowly circle your clit. You roll your hips against his hand, pleading for more contact with an impatient whine.

He indulges in your impatience, sinking his finger into your heat once again, pumping and curling against your walls before adding a second and angling his thumb to graze your clit in sweet circles. As his fingers slowly unravel whatever sanity you have left, his mouth does the same, trailing warm, open mouthed kisses and impish nips and bites under the curve of your jaw, down the column of your throat and over the swell of your chest. After leaving a particularly vibrant mark on the curve of your breast, you watch as Taehyung props himself up over you, watching you come undone underneath him with his head tilted in a pleased smirk. You’re not sure if it’s the overwhelming feel of his cloying magic swirling into you with each breath or the force of the orgasm he’s coaxing out of you, but you find yourself lightheaded, body tingling all over where the sun drapes over your skin. And with the deft curls and flicks of his fingers and another strong thrum of magic, Taehyung makes your nerves explode, a warm feeling unlike any you’ve ever felt spreading into every inch of your entire being.

“Taehyung,” you manage to gasp out the syllables of his name as you find a fragment of thought after the amazing orgasm he just gave you, “More!” You’re not even sure if you can physically handle any more of his brand of vivid pleasure, but you’re greedy and you’ll take anything he’s willing to give. His responding wicked smile speaks of promises of pleasure and sin like you couldn’t imagine.

“More?” He questions and you attempt to reply but before you can force out a word or even manage to nod, his power washes over you in waves, raw and uncontrolled and god do you love it. “Sure thing, love.” Amidst the onslaught, he hooks your thighs higher over his knees, bracing one hand on your hip as he reaches down. You mewl involuntarily, back arching in jolts of oversensitivity as he teases the tip of his cock through your folds. He continues, grazing over your clit with each stroke until your practically begging him to quit teasing and fuck you.

Taehyung continues his torment for a few moments before you let out a desperate half-sob and he mercifully obliges, lining his cock along your entrance. He then sits back onto his knees and you miss the closeness for a moment before he’s pushing into you languidly and any other thought you might have had gets lost among the heavenly drag of his thickness against your walls. He stills as he’s fully seated in you and your eyes drift shut as shocks of pleasure shiver along your spine.

“Y/N.” Taehyung says sternly, a hand reaching forward to curl along your jaw. “Look at me, sweetheart.” Your eyes flutter and you try your best to oblige, meeting his all-consuming gaze weakly. He smiles at your obedience, rewarding you with a deep stroke that has your toes curling.

His magic surges around the two of you wildly as he fucks you slow and joyously deep, the heady blend of sensations along with his unwavering eye contact all too intense for you. Your eyes fall shut against all of the stimulation, but Taehyung is quick to shift his hand to your neck, squeezing in a way that has you gasping and meeting his gaze once again. His every stroke is deliberate and soul shaking, leaving you keening and digging your fingers into the earth in an attempt to ground yourself in the rush of euphoric pleasure. And as your every sense is overwhelmed with him, vision almost painfully vibrant and ears ringing with the thrum of ancient Fae magic, Taehyung pushes you over the edge even more, reaching down to circle your clit with enough pressure to send you careening over the edge. His gasps and low groans are drowned out by your shaky moans as you clench around him, bringing his orgasm along with yours just seconds before he pulls out, painting your thighs and stomach with his cum.

You’re not sure how long it takes you to recover from the intensity, but sooner or later the world comes back into focus and you manage to find some sense in the haze of your brain. You look up to see Taehyung sitting next to your splayed out body, regarding you with unveiled interest and a sedate smile. As he takes note of your regained awareness, he holds out another ripe strawberry against your lips.

You lazily bite the sweet fruit, humming at the taste, looking up at the faerie through your lashes with a sweet giggle. You feel as lackadaisical as he looks, washed in the magic of the faerie circle. Words to explain it escape you, but somehow you feel in tune with Taehyung’s heady magic, feeling grounded and most definitely pleased as you laze against his side under the afternoon sun.

The two of you have your fill of sun-soaking and lazy, playful kisses before you continue your afternoon of faerie antics and fooling around. In the lush, ethereal fields of flowers and pomes you no longer hesitate to snack on berries or pick flowers that smell of honey and mischief, much to Taehyung’s content. And you take no small amount of pleasure in his sensual gazes, made especially saccharine by the way his eyes seep with his unmasked adoration. It makes you feel warm when you see it on his face as you as you daydream with your head on his lap while he weaves you elaborate crowns of flora and bramble. It makes you feel even warmer when you see it between your thighs as he splays you out along the floral field and delves his tongue deep in your folds in his need to taste you.

You love his sweet look of pride when you garner the affection of a young fox kit with ease, deep underneath the branches of the faerie tree you had so admired. That same pride is tangible as he watches you, perched on its branches, cheekily smiling down at him below. However, you much prefer the look of self-indulgency he gives you once you climb down, right before he bends you against the tree’s trunk, bark digging into your skin as he takes you and your vision filling with nothing but vines of pink wisteria.

That’s how you spend your time, playing and lounging and fucking until all your senses are lost to the hedonistic enchantment and the drug of Fae magic.

♩   ♩   ♩

Soon enough dusk starts to fall and with the rise of night comes a muted disquietude that scratches as the back of your pleasure-hazed mind. You ignore it, trying to chase it away with the magnetism of the forest. And that works for a while until your standing thigh deep in the crystal-like lake under the clear moon, Taehyung watching you curiously as you freeze, suddenly wracked with a cold, creeping clarity that crawls up your spine. Your left with a feeling of unexplained apprehension, looking around as you feel, for the first time since stepping foot into the trees, like it’s unwise to be this deep in the forest. But for the life of you, you can’t remember why.

“Y/N?” Taehyung still watches you intently, his expression morphing to something akin to concern. Some small part of you is reluctant to meet his eyes, trying its best to hold onto this brief moment of lucidity as it starts to fade just as fast as it came. “Is something wrong?”

“I…N-no. I don’t think so…” You shake your head, confused as you try to remember if there was something wrong. You can just barely find a sense of direction among your clouded thoughts, backing up a few steps out of the water. “I jus— I feel like I should maybe go now.” The words feel strange and unnatural on your tongue but you force them out anyway, ignoring the heavy feeling they invoke. Tae pouts, looking similar to a kicked puppy and you almost regret saying the words at all.

“But why?” The clear tone of hurt cuts through you as you hesitate for another moment, asking yourself the same question. You don’t know why you should leave, don’t even really want to, but you let that tiny fleck of conscience press you forward as you make your way out of the water, ignoring the way the wet silk of your robe hangs drenched and stiff against your legs, as if to hold you back.

“I don’t know…” You whisper, padding slowly through the underbrush, bones aching against your efforts. Behind you, Taehyung rushes forward, maneuvering himself in front of you with a crestfallen face. And it feels so right when he cradles your cheeks with his warm hands and your body melts into his.

“Then stay here. With me.” He murmurs, his lips sheer inches from yours. His thumb grazes under your ear as he stares into you, eyes full of a melancholy adoration. “It’d be so much better… so much fun.” His words trail quieter and quieter as he looks at you with restrained hope and you shut your eyes to the desolation of it all. It’s hard to pretend like his words don’t resonate within you as your mind is filled with pictures and fantasies of spending your days among the trees and the fauna and most importantly, by his side. You can’t imagine passing it up, not when you’ve had a sweet taste of it all, of Taehyung. But you shake your head, not trusting yourself to say anything but ‘Gladly.’

Taehyung nods solemnly, letting you pass him with a sad smile that urges you to entreat him to walk with you, not yet wanting to say your goodbyes.

You walk slowly, trailing through the flowers, the night wind washing over your skin, heavy with the sting of wistful magic.  Taehyung follows quietly beside you, occasionally whispering alluring words that almost change your mind. But your feet keep moving, following the growing feeling of clarity. And it’s as you nearly reach the edge, the break in the trees visible from where you stand that Taehyung stops you again, pulling you to face him.

“Are you sure you can’t stay?” He mutters, staring beseechingly into your eyes. You shake your head gently, a little firmer in your need to leave now. He stares at you a moment longer before tilting his head down to yours in a magic filled kiss that you feel in every nerve of your body before pulling back, gesturing towards the edge of the trees.

You take in one last look at him before you tear yourself away, creeping slowly towards the thinning trees. Your feet falter a little bit as you look further, realizing that just outside the trees… oh god, is it winter? H-how long… Your thoughts trail off abruptly as you stop again, this time not really of your own doing. You try to force another step but the realization sinks in that you can’t and you’re suddenly conscious of that tugging feeling, that aching in your bones that first led you here. Except it’s painfully amplified. You take a step back, the sensation easing and you gasp, looking back at Taehyung who’s standing there looking at you with mild interest. You attempt another step, heaving a heavy, panic filled breath when you realize you’re practically tethered. Behind you, you feel Taehyung approach, his chest pressing up sensuously against the planes of your back and you fight how good it feels to your alarmed mind.

“Silly girl.” He tsks with a deep, wicked chuckle that tickles against the curve of your ear, barely registering above the heady sensation that fogs your mind once more. You lean back into him, forgetting whatever nonsensical urges brought you to the edge of the trees anyway, practically purring at the way he kisses your shoulder approvingly. His next words continue to reverberate through your entire being as you retreat back into the forest to carouse among the trees with him once more:

"I only asked to be polite, love. You belong to the forest; to me now.”

© taegills

[kennedydevin-blog]

OOC WEEK: DAY THREE

RAPID FIRE:

Tea or coffee? Tea. I get this really great tea from this place in the farmer’s market here. I currently have an iced lemon cake & a Hawaiian Sunset tea. They’re amazing. 

Stars or planets? Planets. I’m a planets person! 

Sun or moon? Moon. I love the moon with all my being. 

Black or white? Black. I look much better in black than white. Plus my cat is black, so that cat furr totally 

The zoo or the aquarium? Animals living free away from human interference. Neither, to be honest. I love animals too much to put them in captivity like that. 

Drama or comedy? A difficult decision, but drama wins by just a hair. Mostly because a lot of what I watch has drama in the title. I watch more crime drama than anything else. 

Thriller or adventure? Adventure. 

Short walks to the fridge or long walks on the beach? I love to walk, but like... not really on the beach. 

Indoors or outdoors? Although it depends on the day, to be honest. I love being outside. 

Animals or plants? I cannot keep plants alive to save my life, but it’s always been a dream to have an apartment with white walls, & plants hanging on every nook and cranny in the place. 

Time alone or time with others? I love being alone. I mean... as long as my cat is with me.

Introvert or extrovert? I think the above question answers why I’m an introvert.

Silence or music? Both, really. There are times when I just like to listen to the sounds of the house. But there are also times where I love listening to music. 

Darkness or light? Except when I’m trying to write or read. 

Cats or dogs? I know I have a dog, buttttttt.... my cat is the love of my life. If she were an actual person, I’d marry her. 

Dancing or being the wallflower? Although it depends on the people I’m with, because I will dance if I’m with certain people. 

Right or left? I write with my left hand, so I guess left. 

Werewolves or vampires? Both are good. I have started to have an appreciation for vampires because of the Lore podcast. The first episode was about vampires, but there have been several on people that transform which are ALWAYS fascinating. Literally this podcast is my life. Check this podcast out, you won’t be sorry. My favorite is this episode about lighthouses.

Dressing stylishly or dressing comfortably? I say as I’m sitting here... in my Grace Potter shirt, my Hamilton sweatshirt, sweatpants, & neon socks.

Sunrise or sunset? I think the sunset colors are prettier.

Lead or follow? Yikes, depends on the situation, but most of the time, leader. 

Optimist or pessimist? There’s no doubt about that.

Staying up late or waking up early? I say... as I go to bed before midnight every night except Thursday.

Speaking up or staying silent? I’ll often get into fights for just saying what I feel in a situation, especially if something is disgusting. 

White lies or brutal honesty? I mean... I’m a compulsive liar, but... I normally tell the truth to people... most of the time. Depends on the human.

Ask for permission before doing the stupid thing or ask for forgiveness after doing the stupid thing? Kind of neither. I don’t really do anything that others would consider stupid. 

LONG FORM:

Pet peeves: human existence. I mean, I don’t get annoyed by people often, unless they are just being assholes. Like for instance the people that ask “how can you be vegan & pro-choice” LISTEN ASSHOLE, you’re asking for a fight. Other than people asking questions that are obviously just looking to pick my thoughts and opinions on stuff apart, I am super not annoyed by people. 

Bad habits: I pick at my cuticles, so a lot of the time my fingers start to bleed.

Favourite scents (your amortentia!): Burning wood, Sunkist ( like oranges are good, but sunkist smells amazing ), my cat, lemons. A few of my favorite  scents. I also like lavender, mint, & rosemary. 

Favourite animal: Cats, but don’t tell my dog. I have a lot of favorite animals, but cats are so adorable. 

Favourite colour: Green is my favorite color. 

Favourite place to go (local or otherwise) (photos get bonus points): Honestly, I don’t have any local places that I go because the area I live in is sort of... boring. In New York, there’s this comic book shop I always go to. So probably that’s one of my favorite places. I’ll post some pictures at the bottom.

Favourite meme: ??? I’m not up to date on all the memes, so I don’t really have a favorite. 

Do you have any creative or artistic abilities? Yes, I do! Besides writing, I do watercolors. I can’t draw as well, but I love watercolors. Also, sometimes I knit & I’m learning to make my own soaps because a lot of homemade soaps aren’t vegan??? 

Talk about something that made you happy today, yesterday, this week: It snowed over the weekend! We were supposed to get 7 inches, though it turned out to only be about 4 or 5, but it snowed. I live in North Carolina, so snow doesn’t always happen every year, or not a big snow at least. I just love winter weather so much. 

Talk about an experience that made you feel proud or confident: To be honest, I don’t really know what to put here. I’m not a very prideful person or confident for that matter. 

Talk about something/someone that makes you feel relaxed: Dungeons & Dragons is the only thing that really relaxes me. I have two characters. One of them, Nico Thornbrush, is a halfling ( basically they’re hobbits, but they’re only 3 feet. ) fighter, that recently started to become a paladin -- or holy warrior. He’s only 20 years old, barely old enough to leave home, but he’s just so good... just such a cinnamon roll. But he’s dumb & doesn’t reallly believe in death. My other character though... is a whisper gnome named Ludovic Silvermist -- he goes by Ludo -- ( because I wasn’t allowed to name him Ronald without getting judged ). He’s a trickery cleric, that isn’t very devout to his goddess -- he kind of hates her. He’s all about them lies & deception to get him ahead. He used to be an orphan until a priest took him in. He has a rat named Scabbers that he occasionally talks to because it’s his best friend.

Talk about something you’re yet to try for the first time but want to: Skydiving. 

Who are your role models & why: Okay, so I have a lot of role models. But I’m just going to put a few here, since I don’t want to write novels. 

Matthew Mercer - Matthew is such a great person. I could probably go on & on about the things he’s done that have really inspired me & made me think he’s such a great person, but it would be a novel. If you have played more than one video game, chances are that Matt was a voice in it. He’s got over 300 IMDB credits. Seriously... & his fiance Marisha Ray is very involved with getting better working conditions for voice actors. Matt is that over achieving person that you just want to deck in the face, but he’s so sweet you just can’t bring yourself to do so, but he’s also an evil genius, so there’s that. He always reminds everyone to have faith that everything will work out. Even if it’s about his game, it still translates into real life. He’s created so much & done such a good job at inspiring others to create that I just look up to him for that reason alone.

Practically the entire cast of Critical Role is a role model to me in some way, so I won’t talk about all of them in detail. 

Obama - I think just saying that is enough. His farewell speech was just so amazing & really says everything about why I look up to him. 

Kieron Gillen & Jamie McKelvie - If you don’t read the series The Wicked + The Divine, I highly recommend it because it’s really good. I’ve met Gillen, McKelvie & their colourist Matt Wilson. They’re all really cool people. They’re doing what the love to do, but not only that, they have brought forward political and social issues into a comic series like I’ve never seen anyone do before. I love how these three are doing what they love, while being very aware of what they are creating & how important diversity representation is in media. I mean seriously, read WicDiv. There are themes of sexism and racism. And cultural appropriation v. appreciation is a huge deal as a whole in the comic. Seriously it’s such a diverse comic, I can’t even begin to describe. Not just with sexuality, but gender as well. I look up to them as a reminder that people are capable of change & even our generation can be pressured into thinking things that aren’t true because of media. 

Basically WicDiv is about these pop stars that are actually gods, but instead of living forever, they only have 2 years to live. Then in 90 years, it happens again. Basically, we’ve been told everyone is going to die by the end of the series. Which means my trash son is going  to die :/

Mara Wilson - seriously, just scroll through her twitter. She tells it like it is. I’m so glad Matilda grew up to be such a wonderful adult.

Talk about something you want to do this year: die. Hmm, I’m not sure. One of the biggest things on my list is to try and go to a live Critical Role show, if they have one. I think it would be really awesome to be able to see this show live. I mean... it’s live every week, but they stream from California. Maybe also one of the Night Vale shows. 

Would not recommend going on a Wednesday if you’re ever in NYC. It’s pretty scary with all the people getting all the new comics. 

[am-flying-solo]

RAPID FIRE:

Tea or coffee? I hate coffee.

Stars or planets? I'm fascinated by the idea that most of them are already long gone, but we still see them, like ghosts. It's a graveyard in the sky.

Sun or moon? 

Black or white? 

The zoo or the aquarium? Never been to an aquarium.

Drama or comedy? 

Thriller or adventure?

Short walks to the fridge or long walks on the beach? I miss the beach so much. The sound of waves, the smell. Even the wind is different in the beach. Don't get me wrong now, I love food, but there's usually nothing good on my fridge anyway.

Indoors or outdoors? Both. I love nature and exploring, I just don't like people much.

Animals or plants? All plants die on my watch.

Time alone or time with others? 

Introvert or extrovert? A very opinionated introvert, that picks way too many fights for his own good.

Silence or music? It depends. I love music for drawing, but I have some wicked ADHD, so I can't listen to music while I write or I won't be able to focus on words.

Darkness or light? Light - but not too bright.

Cats or dogs? BOTH. There's enough love in me for both.

Dancing or being the wallflower?

Right or left? Like the big ol' communist I am.

Werewolves or vampires? ;) Unless we're talking about Lost Boys. Then vampires all the way!

Dressing stylishly or dressing comfortably? My friends define my style as "hobo in plaid", because apparently, I'm still living in the 90s.

Sunrise or sunset? Though there's something mystifying about watching the sun rise, when the world is so quiet that it feels like you're the only person alive.

Lead or follow? 

Optimist or pessimist? I like to think I'm a somewhat cynical optimist. To be involved in activism and politics is to be idealistic, and that requires an unshaken optimism about the future.

Staying up late or waking up early?

Speaking up or staying silent?

White lies or brutal honesty? I like brutal honesty better, but sometimes, that's not what people need to hear. Sometimes they just need the little white lies, and that can be an act of kindness too.

Ask for permission before doing the stupid thing or ask for forgiveness after doing the stupid thing?

LONG FORM:

Pet peeves: So. Many. Most of them are sensorial, but I'm the first to admit they can be very small and petty. For example - the sound of people chewing gum, loud noises or high-pitched voices. I also hate when there are too many people talking at the same time, because I have a hard time focusing. I hate when people touch me while they speak, or when I have to repeat myself - it's not always fair, because some people just don't listen well, but it annoys me all the same. My biggest pet peeve, however, may be having to deal with other people's indecisiveness - when in a group, I'm often the one that has to make decisions when nobody will speak up. While I don't mind making decisions at all, I also wish people would be more assertive over what they really want.   

Bad habits: Starting things that I never finish. Being overly critic of my own work, which often is why I often don't finish things. Procrastinating EVERYTHING.  

Favourite scents (your amortentia!): Butter melting on a frying pan, new books, the distinct smell of earth right before it rains, the smell of horses, the salty breeze rolling from the sea and the strong, sweet scent of night blooming jasmine (nocturnum cestrum).

Favourite animal: Giant Squids. They absolutely terrify me, but they're amazing. Giant Squids will inherit the Earth.  

Favourite colour: Red!

Favourite place to go (local or otherwise) (photos get bonus points): There's this little Sunday street fair on a Japanese neighborhood in my city called Liberdade, that I adore. I'm convinced they have the best takoyaki in the entire world. I like to sit on a flight of stairs right beside that white building in the picture, and eat while I listen to the strange urban cacophony of street musicians playing. 

Favourite meme: Good ol' Rick Roll.

Do you have any creative or artistic abilities? I do. I mean, besides writing, which I like to think I'm good at, I have worked with art my entire life, and I got a college degree for it, too. Drawing is my main focus, though I've mostly worked with oil painting during my college days. I was also a graduate TA for Sculpture classes. Here's a piece I did for a friend:

Talk about something that made you happy today, yesterday, this week: It was a simple thing, really. It hadn't rained here for over a month, and days have been unbearably hot this summer. It's maybe the hottest summer I can remember in the city - until yesterday, when it started pouring heavily. I kicked off my shoes and went out to run in the cold rain until I was soaked to my bones, which I love to do. There's just something about feeling the wet grass under my feet, about staying in the rain as rolling thunder lights up the entire world. 

Talk about an experience that made you feel proud or confident: I'm usually a pretty confident person - except when it comes to kids. I hate kids. I've decided a long time ago that I could never have children of my own, and I'm satisfied with that choice. The only exception to my dislike is my niece, my 4 year old beautiful, smart niece. I love her dearly, but I'm deadly afraid of being alone with her, being the one responsible for her. I've always been, since she was a newborn baby. I was constantly terrified around her - that she'd fall and hurt herself, that she'd stop breathing in her sleep, and a thousand other horrific scenarios I've conjured in my mind. I luckily haven't had to babysit her on my own until today, since I live in another state. Needless to say, I was scared. But she's four, and she had no idea I'm terrified. She doesn't care. All she knows is that I'm her Uncle, and she trusts me completely. It's amazing to realize someone trusts you with that much abandon - as she laid her little head on my shoulder, I finally felt as confident as she saw me. It was nice. 

Talk about something/someone that makes you feel relaxed: Drawing, while listening to music. It's one of the few moments my hyperactive brain will calm down for a while, and I can focus solely on creating. 

Talk about something you’re yet to try for the first time but want to: Traveling abroad or bungee jumping.

Who are your role models and why: I don't really have role models. There are some people whose work I admire, of course, but I don't really consider them to be role models. Not anymore. There were a couple of visual artists I idolized as a kid, but upon growing up and realizing they were real people, with glaring faults and flaws, the feeling faded. I still appreciate their work, but that's about it. I feel like the concept of thrusting someone in a position of role model is ultimately unfair - we put expectations of a certain behavior that we believe to be good or morally correct upon someone else, instead of ourselves. No one has the obligation of meeting our expectations. No one has the obligation of acting nice because they might influence others - specially kids. People are just people, in all their beauty and shortcomings, and they have no obligation of upholding other people's morals.   

Talk about something you want to do this year: I'd like to be able to work with art, at least part time. So my goal this year is putting up my art blog, opening an etsy store and maybe, finally starting the webcomic I've been planning for years.