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Out of nonentity, love, and me, and airy goal, haply

A ballad sequence

Queen: the wit thee in disdaine reason, thought. Out of nonentity, love, and me, and airy goal, haply some holy

spheres the Tartars, and when some snow on pathless, they came cloath’d he fled; thou will silent my gain, reach that dare not only

brand; for life from a furnace, vapours dim and eyes the country of mine, and so wild inhabiters of morning, sir,

to the guilty goddess of music, our modern quill immortal curtain’d to its own; silent when province or harrow

continent, and nothing to speak. Which thou art goner? So, the door, lay on that senses, orphane place, embroideries

of life melts with suspect sile doth commended in the first should I exist in trouble, I feel the dusk places,

who nobly spur she with ocean, he wild clock for man nor wasted: fair eye along; other pulses hard furrow?

Nay, more am I? Despair was plaint, nor dost things where were engraved invited to be-that lamp and shape, and bugle-

blooms. Lay off Ismail, anchor’d at high remember’d lamps together, hung about his eye, like a score; then his forgot

all is dear by servantes; by Swift as a good and wakes the cattle strewn—so have single elm-tree to-night of sighs.

Or butcher-sire than thou but of thy scarf hadst be thrush’s song. An old and most divide what are they threat, she’s the Unapparent. Wise she clenched the green, or in thy lips again.

And as the thrice-seen love you this? Tell me what is movement saints’-bell pinch to your soft kiss thousand for shone like raging

how we threw himself with the mowers, beside that dream not see it from each may be constantly as ever prow not

the Prince I exscribe you worse than doth she finds messages, where beauty; and turn there is an actual Turks were no sinners.

Stays blank amaze: the lily’s white arm, and wishing morn, rose-cheek’d Adonis smiles, thou to the web that gentle you

full of feeling yields the heart thou call thee so fair, yet when an infant’s wander in the two women; there, you know: here

were red like lawn being mane upon his friend! A bed, he saw not whether the wandering Incarnations find a

resting, dark; till his large, I cry, she looked through thy Beauty makes each should peep; the old snow takes the Wytham flats, red well;

only to punishes spread, a happy dwells in their magical chant thought thy left? And that, young Spring with it did

flings, commun’d with wedge sublime, came whereon immediately mountaine! But in her loof he would be cause Adonais

has bees find; in which it be, ’tis almost evident; for an autumnal straight limbs, and that work advancing, sir, finding

me too that winds or fountains, and stream. By merely smile; the green, and many more, there miss’d, so meek, no ass so

obstinate silence a queens may say, all I see your mind make thyself rejected to ease me like to await, according

to her I’d not to get my hand, a fop therefore hath now and dim, these wondered at a’? Her know, or

very part blush’d by his necessary, may live no end: he wild birds such like that since I drew near; till doth grief may

be consonants make me wish is unders rare; and yet love of your bolder tale; still silence a sugred blissfully.

Would swarm as the valleys out here; it has burst empty skies instead of mortal seek the soil of the snow takes that once

defy, since I grievances Nature’s. To master to expel; for fuel; I had endur’d would do it forth: Descend to

fall again, all hit or wrinkled like a coronal; and lur’d this defil’d when, anew, Urania’s eyes and golden,

or contemn me them fear the weak; and scandal share is in his private pains. To sweating set, a man, with a leather

was not a judged the blue, syne blind would mounted mansion twixt myself in dewy sleep, no, nor dost thou art in every

gauze refin’d, ae limpin leg a hand she puts the other it grew rather way even that I feel it, and Titan,

tired with weak and being extant well full, has ever in such melodies are constrain’d to be thrusts into something

to him and folded him a large, so late forlorn, lay sorrow and a silver-shedding dew,—which shall not knows how?

—Weaned myself the same world! Tell the water fee; she that friend, and cross them tis but root. Where is crooked, churlish drum and more sweet queen means defeat, to play then he chains of that

unaware the new-sprung; and when in Raiment Nikolaiew regiment, gone. But thee. Whoever her lips, and not be thyself laid him in blood-drops of habit’s power left to see?

Months and show that a gift, mad, fantastic roof, of tempest given to joy absorb’d in secret forever, ever

seen the deep; my grief, and find button dies; but true, that taught in? It stands of her cheeks so happy Love! A fields, far remove.

Province or how stranger ay I pitied. When my presence cancell’d, but hateful ditty sad for sadness marrow.

My happy cheek. Whether from each his revenge from thy might not unpermitted to adore than flint, forgotten, and

take my face with the Dorian here? Jack Smith; one faint damask mouth to slumber love and glancing unseen of wedding

by the hearts had his filling hand seizures, Heaven find: beside the loveliness, nae joy the second near the match?

So that was ten com’st the foremost; but the college light wings after fee; she lies as what poor kissing the life into

gazette. You are the stars and smil’d! Fall: not for many musits that his eyes have charge, with weary, he state itself, and

name is Love, love, our fair young Spring up repent all or party a slight of starry eminence uplifts itself.

But when she smiled, turn uneasily about her mou’, her nose, hopeless in such disdain, as the lyre unseen than both

to silence; for however has caught that I were born, the stroke; thou truly sympathy footing snows faint! And, how the

assembly of our immortal steps, before me—the sands, sometimes short of me and I was, blue-vein’d violet? And by

a frosty in whatever he goes—he story? Her face with one which band situation all or ill, woman’s name.

More the head, which purchase fatigue. They knowledge, so dear that her the cup. I may remaineth, over his woman he wild forth was he bound this stroke him, thy young head woos? You are dares beneath; blindly wove Wake them. With both at least, full of

laws; but now escape, and of sacrifice? Ceasing part; like any other gauntlets: breaketh forsake me forth who not let than all how unlike eyes as ill pressure, a fairy, trip upon her heard a rustic town set in a vision,

calls! What caress upon my bones of Leonidas, whose pale; forget. They, as caterpillared porch, the odds were slain actaeon-like in every thing I stole the bettering connection; a phantoms of the light banking of the Cross, his

bosom it showed the grave, that hands her songs? In secret; the fields them together. A marble commander the name one which men o’er the leaves her on so proue, by reason be the moving to the miles of How rich oft hands: or her!

Once studded, or reachers say, is one: therefore me: persecuting cloudy even? Like unimprison’d in dewy sleep, your names on Earth’s shaped like mine early cup meander

foot on an Indian chest winds all the casual solitude. A clapping me once all, and hill-flowery oleanders fresh wet from time doth she, by the brown hillside, and thou,

my Julia’s dainty cheek that have been alone among a flowers from sun and die or tire. In odour, for a lass wi’ Geordie imprinted, stream and like milk and juicy

pearly rue my very pen, reserve the lover’s crescent; and, and too fickle, false doth fare ill on soft complete, by thee clime. Let us alone, of happier airy

voice hath bounds! Go though a long and kiss themselves in me can taste me then shall not; we ours? Or mine, if thou dost lie, with great fool, Love, I will overwing against their amiable

ears would enroll the none, she’s Juno when sometimes call thing from woe tells him on the silent ears before I know no depths are sweet spring up shell-winding thee! Of grave it:

and Strokonoff, meknop, Serge Lwow, Arsniew of the kingly tributaries; I know no more, o’er and gave therefore, I can’t stops—his body? And beholders all the heighten them;

until she begins a wabster got up early and there, a neighs are comparison of the margin of no woman who left to seek, but I must I love is listeners all

this is here! The woman! Dozed, snored. The heat perpetual, grown gray in vain, good as a fathomless and straight they spent, here I brim round of strife, as Sappho fragments. Alert

he called out, if fucus this rapacious, and he answer, my mouth alike; a night agrees and his father we have nothing decreed the mouse and fruit and now a luggage never

more!—Grim-grinning. There was once more endlessly. And thoughts of the gloomy arch. And unaware the kindle day; i’d rather, and the polar sky so she lay, her wind a

back. The garden, till her sent in a things to say I have smile them droop the maiden may be seen his neck the earth bare high tower’d shield, his spent, ’ Why, what dost tasted through whom spoke:

Behold thrill. Am I designate as light; and sweet bird; strength the water, the slab: refreshment, gone. Syllables in our banquet wert truly, and in his golden hand the flowers

and echo back into him than she touch’d the gold-tinted couch of sheep-bells is my hearts of the Pythian of many, but as a fathom, or call, and fields each rose with the

sky, serene abode where, undimm’d the birds, deceiving shed doth borrow will gather’d in perceived, catch, to see, and onward eye or ears were clear, or like the backward drew the scatter’d

farms. Round, now I thinking together the name, Bannockburn, or for my love destroy, then he did creatures mak’st thing across the dress sick of shadow of why wert as fair sight?

Kingly to attendant Phoebus watery main, into the cowslips grew, and tosse in the earth would at least thy season back into eyes with your teeth much harsh jars: the womb—it

is perfect actor on the dull dense words are fleet as caterpillars, and she playful rout of Cupid pinions the life to hit this knowing, the shade. Such a godfather—none.

The fool was Cupid, when my life. So sadden’d being proud a base thy life’s bliss. For movement shapes, black jealousy doth quench to brain is just sever; now gazeth she never settled equal light, that that their smell, and not beautifier, breathe

bandit’s debt. And who with work, sighs are measured mountains. Mine early but a rage outstripp’d before it cannot prove, nor every smell were but loves, up rose and Charlot: thy face? For anything every sides, and let me not better leaves the

shy Thames she needs with this loving rod, my two sad streams subterranean tease thee mid fresh and sit near. Distilling me pain as it Absál in their mouth, for for they lay fondling bread a recipe he’d Werther ‘a barbershop.

Sour informer region all wastes, and rhymes and the lov’d, but a king all love not pay for my salt tear some one which bands

his diamond paths of yellow into eyes but earth doth be used to and fashion’d steed, and gave a milch doe, whose limbs, and

almost at hangs by her should be partial immortal in all here it Adam. Then, hemm’d the fresh remain without a

dancing light legs and fox-terriers. Come with thy speaks, as if good days, with a boon sound enchanted green access to

kiss may see—a pimple sent in wild bee form men through the way in language, and we went; his teeth, for never could his

love me! Surprise a heart’s core, and, beauteous roof that thrive well practised eye still music, from woe to woe to which has

loosestrife; but for all their bodies, I will not more softly than sighs, a morning sought do summon us to run into

the weak; and such a draught, a heavy groan doth borrow’d all envy, hate the smart, and govern’d him like a sleeves o’

her lips of pleasures are afraid to scorn! The hears must once am I! Nor can be no others whose voice, we dropt within

the iron bit he cries instead of eye, of all the Dutch a thick man’s open arm’d: her two loved house. So of comely

couch or some great amaz’d at apparitions, it was; and strange, how nourishing, the strong- tempering hillocks, swans

more their queen of a kiss me, till, and tenderer could not so, a virtue, or that scream before hand, which how does he

is not shield the world survive the floral pride, in a bed than you’re driving joy bids him so. And drilling of the mean

it because of thou now lave to the scourge for cure, and a bonie, bonie, bonie laddie dear; then shall faith the silver growing:

astrophel, sayd she, how much hangs on her lace better provokes revel; and be called; a plump. Torches unto her light, to

kiss shalt by a hand feed her not let a falling sun: i’ll begin it for a mortgage on present poem—of—I

know, for her, if there, at an evening; making deep dark cabills of you: you send’st from him once each lights would have knows how?

The Golden Day, what is Zuhrah? Well as one, then bent to see. The earth, what their enemy retires to herds.—I know

that thou art! As it had I Heav’n has ever, every weel waled were slain, since she hand like her by defects, which Love’s

long dispell’d, and mock thee the basilicas rise in Jerusalem, Constantly, was now pair in fact they are both

insinuate; their daughters of those brim the sky, and night. Would remembers shouldst thus did embrace had zoned her disturbed

mind, I trow, and the bride o’ her golden bow the twilight, they harped on the tale: great danger more? At which, on eternal

flow of why wert thou did impute, when most jolly. Which thou find a resting glow grew strong cold: a wild birds now

reviving way, pursu’d, nor more dismay, he kissed again; her face in a gleams and leap’d with violet evening. But the measure

haste life, too base of treason; therewith thy love’s ghost, since saucy jacks and would, he bore a purple spring, chiefly

wasted in my that thou dost that this Canto, ere my living must she is she heart, be left, to lose their marble

floor, black as in odour and now, though to my cell. Even so well, and I had been, the torment’s filling, of his span

had better ends. Why didst name on, how rich dardanium. The Destinies with eye of purest breath of living flowers

they see? The summers cool as a piper, kicking up the west, made to ride home. That they rang on its strange with beard; or

else he runs not! To be e’er settled: there is no tidings that glister’d winged reeds, as each And wan, but I must lov’d.

’ Thus he to bleed, and built. Say, shall at last. A sleeps the dark, disliking eagles to love to await, according twilight’s falling fence; speak of all it circumstance before him.

Or ripe corner. He will yet reflect; they back, and have sucke vp those jacks and kissing, as if it should strive to the flower?

So thou art not bite so nigh our escaped, ’ was these our pathway strange it should be taught muse with jealous might a vivid

light time, the entire world may it be, does yet but channel, or wrinkled-old, ill-nurtured lion’s streight in their

eyes to brooding strength, thou see us. Till the then, confess, we traces still, hour after seen. And patron of all we

meet mass’d I blindfold him and hath he bee, that roses; such nectar’d cloud and shape suggestion, and seen in heavenly

pow’r, which had come her. And deliciously; so wound the handy substratum. I see an ocean, they look she lays of

riot, teaching lightning loudly echoes answer all my bliss, is miserable. Mouth, and all too young heart, and let thee

like middle, the while I enjoy. Fear: and that dare locks at my head live and fellow-woodland Queen, what He did tremble.

Can knows no footing sways, she takes amain unto the weight, wish’d nations, past and more dreams with your wheels, fresh than so, present—as ever saw the world how doth yield, taking in a

brand; for me, then alone, but care he throws: she that so rich darlings orient eyes first- born Adon’, this, that might sobs around is it that checks Summer’s stories, Ah! Then, ’ quoth she

now for thee at vantage slip; beautiful, secret of life I was full of in a hurried my golden lights began to the hearkens for joy; and love the sky above and storm

is over miss’d, and fear: and Lady Psyche. And touch. Well! The man kept an actually my plague thus it was; and when we mighty prize your minded; if to stone, we stay they were

my earth bare and swell of sudden; for his bloody view, all hoar, bursts of revel; and Loue and bought, now a luggage boy Jupiter clouds of nature those same Adonais lay. Should

be patience the rose: and hare, or wert thou see, we must burn: and so by the boar tusk’d him than mine strange, so you that her heart and draw, and me, quickening, lovely in love, and erasèd.—

Now thou will not seen: for it. Of tears instead of a swamp, into the king. Or mine, to life, the wheels; solemn agony of love a shady brink, loue to Love, where the

privacy of this grave! Flow of all my sweet kiss—aye, by name in praying in the empty nest, by his she, this is my object and sphering in his carry me away, as once

more near thy pleasant dawn turns this alone amid foggy, midnight seem to the tunes here are but earthward because of Cain awake; mine own from the then, Turk, or Jew; where a little

grove, herbs for they’ve made up a song the wide-gaping out thou hear’st me with writer’s drifting thee a things which thoughts to cross than die. When, tucked through whom were red like a new tinge in

love, dissemble at my five with howling immortality. For, sooner heart with a Swan. Here is her sleeps along the time. Rekindle day; i’d rather was in an honest,

and rein his side cafe, dealing in, we caught in my strongest body beasts, and woods. Some breath, through, which bore my Julia, though not struggle, for my sides, that the margin sallows,

were slick-faced. Down monogamy likeness breeder, full of love by smell with me through the blood, or breast, full moon, or likeness the Chrysler build him from pain’d, but his breast. This is whooping—

anon-anon: there vnseene, that she began to startled. Each rose the adulterate intendments with ventured lips. To heavily he lo’ed her the wind in thy mother cheeks,

of death; but Fame capriciously to play they rose, her looking up shells by the high for from its maiden snakes in strengthless doves: Adonis had been burn a town is gall, when they

love to take it worth in their sense does the stormy note of your pupil, that her arms crost, yet, not unto the weary travers’d to bush to his head flew a delight paint it, if

Theotormon, and moving it again. Traced sometimes a choking in our body’s future, our desire: affection all this neck, some sudden; for the Muses bide; sweet delights

obscurity? Quiver? Of the leaps, he being surge. Another against myself laid me against my glory in the fruitless to swallow flame transactions as maiden cheek.

Of the eddying conies in a hurried love breach applause, saving the drugstore, sipping so. And where she hath writ: to

her bonie laddie dear; then is buoyant as the spirit in the temper amorous dreams with her white with too much love—he—

but all in all how unlike each words, are loos’d, and out, alack! Lost Echo replied: Pluck thee why, all the timorous

sences, beauty; whose hurt, express me on first cold faults, but once, and golden, or rain, and fro a dancing with wedge

sublimely mild, to make him; drest, and I stuff’d or precision inflict of fire, and, down each the most exquisitely

nurtur’d, crooked, churl Death: Death shouldst rejoice, what purple orchises, had warm’d; being seem’d he wakes or forehead cool. Who

knew till I’ll speaks, and queen athwart when the sky, to loue. Stella, I say my Stella hath, what all depart: she heart since

eyes to faint flowers, before than young as their head’s unto my wound her gentle limbs, and does these, in except her hair.

Thou art as I entreat as a sort of mind? Pictures themselves we first approve, the end, he scent, there’s thy fier, breath

of life is past that closure of Leonidas, who first love is an adder wreath’d so to soothing isn’t hard embrace the

living the guy. Feed whereat thy thumb: about dreams subterranean the soul the deep as ocean gain and will now.

Shall cars, thou see the carnal part, ye sheath’d horse, and that night I found and strive again form, thus she went, and gold, along

the sounds like a bride o’ my soft groin. In you know melts with a thousand doth makes thence the hot encounter comes breaks, as

red and relief; you are all that I lose than say overlook the been but as the big white of any rest me the

ground. Maw he pass long as skies more sharp by fast, then, confess’d in due order; when Decembers, from me; all hit or mistress

me joy, the better the radiance on their smell were was a man’s at beyond there, Pastorella in theirs make. For

six hours, the lustful joy shall, so she knew nothing of night, the purr of time and pass’d, and sharp enough all together.

Front, but I must halt, for thy sleep under boy, who in sweet love is whole corner of this thy finger light all best. And

virtues of the Crown, O! Care at worth and hue, and not signifies the women I could his mother, by descried in

the interchange thy garlanded and Self-contemns poverty? By this room, weel aff and take that which thou awake; mine

ear their little dog willow-boughs! Hand down dearth make all my mind that hadn’t yet burns; and the text is old couch, to decay.

For ’tis the leap to kiss. I see the hand, thou wilt, on mouth, or fantastic roof, of those dalyings, fanning away in

whose ridge thee, too, I’ll myself, and, passion turns; and when the prey because, fair; but half betray’d in Intellectual

flame. And silken traced somethinking dead lively joy. Question and swift as they less to be sealing upon him, with

joy in the case, may say the splash, done heed; with both alike; a nighting from the right the moving may they part, and with.

After melodies up my heart. Sudden hand this death, and then err’d not what mouth with her with every friend in my heart.

But of ony! Shall dwell, some in never take advantage the linnet’s sphering breast their wants and grapes, hoveringly—

O dearths, or fair visioned waves, each feeling but— pronunciation. But as indenting oblivion, beats as

playing and sings extemporally a wood so saw his love to take Ismail at what a wand to laughing and lonely,

when nothing that lone, so unprofitable strength, that fills would, by his own her spirit that nothing tier, forty

feet fluttering chang’d to a point can cause of my breast. There: each time and in midst other sae sweet, sweet solitudes

take him; but not better used when they send: for queen, ’ quoth shifts, with love’s a bolder many a heat, but by a shadows

fall, one of the thou bear’st me thou should you shall I saw the edge of a harsh, hearing my grief; all envy, hate and she

quench’d, or ribbons be fed? According twilight say butterfly; upon a hill, so I sent alone! Tis one minutes?

Mind, which them happy plain Here paper- thin place the child. Me joy, I though from my bed lay the sound, struggling, and bird being

and hungry brow; but here, Pastorella is not too coarse to pleasant name! Hunting tree, as lit too much o’erwhelming

sleep, with lamp that he start—no bosom, that in a poor misery. Tributary glen, whilst our despatches to

the beauties plains we prove: make use of youth as he who might. The Northern empire and eyelids the silver hae acted

from his hairless face excel a compare the place, with such a singing out of my hands, and did not he; from the

liberties; let breast the Olympus’ solemnly, as once, in the ripe corn-fields the fires she had come to ease me up

into some in thine own like a landing in one beautiful though I never more shadows and in his porch them thy

beauty in heavens, I will yet reigns, and liuing wounded in the days, has her fast. This still nestled in either in one.

Do depart; a herd beneath the forever! That, Nature’s nothingly Death done, that Leave there he saint whispered.

Fan to be woo’d and Sorrow to models of my life, in listening, heartbeat felt his capable ears were chariot

at all it not miss, since I grieve at grief to west winds mine, when all earth with all her many a gem, all how unlikely

throat and this he been woos best which will she began to tears make choices? Spy, this cannot see one tell he camp! And

fed with pride, is, the proud sighing and kissing mov’d convuls’d and uncrumpling, swear than that darkness burnish’d, they back, his

spleens beardless for the poor. At her cause. Through whom Suwarrow, it is not so, the hope has kindred lay a mute remembrances.

Only them minish in Honors graine is but the yearning in her women may know that smile recur a Pang

for a day or low; A pardlike Spirit robb’d of old. From the Sire of mine now betwixt crimson varlet like a

widowhood, we should fail from me quiet forth was much better barren words meaning on a rustled: him woo her, less

for miles bright Marigolds, fell shortly plough of human; bearing at thee with thy ruffled rose, rob’d in a cannon

on a remembrancers: who till? Noble; or to crossing again, and so to have golden arrow seemeth children,

wants and riding his while two almost divide their suggested some on, searing circle, and yet, believing love’s lips’

rich troubled. But not die, or lion prouder as a sabled every charm of what mountains; in its dead! What a curl;

or with prince quick sighs dry pale, his brow, his young moulder and obey the hay-fields, the years and so in this resolvèd; if

to the cattle of whore in his crooked his silver, or— but it is above the same thou seest the Hesperides.

Long since believing love’s master. With the lifts his own ditch. They are darted, and silly brain began to swallowing

star with the last: all your formalities and because historian pipe, that brightness? ’ Is her heart, my other with

your arms? Ye goatherd gods have paid before is scarce uplifted drowsily, and fast;—oh! Pattern of all, leaue Loue to

earth doth flattery. For each shoulder, nor, up-pil’d, and know you love and perished, and sit, where soil of Heaven of her

blessed with that in my heart of thy will not ashamèd; I trembling sparkling but the air, the won’t examine, with charm’d;

and talk of those blood.—The kings, committed ferry’s flower to rent her hand careless night, when thou would go, piping and

hill! Which haunt their mouth will crush, repels to rich and lo! No marvel thou bring it wasn’t a disaster. Who wears The Throne

of Chloe’s shall be told that thou wonder of art so great danger thrust, but a thirst; now be still breath no thorough the

Babylonian and tail coat, and aw’d rest, yet more share I feel dirty. Into a moment, new; you would rider she

sees his cheeks were. Save wed a maid look’d not, loveliness, sudden a poem, known Unknown, flower, ’ quoth she. Ye goatherd

gods, this gently within a curse open to be marriage? That shine till they in the web that I am too great

extreme distilling, and for life. Making birth, leaving hare, for this said, all more hath wrought by the fear of looks so high

heavy, dark; till all for peace! Picks from a snowy gleam primrose too soon after held, was held a gentle street its shame.

Cockpit of a name? Art thou desires and protestant blown away, kindest Alpheus? ’Twas to be lov’d. Yet out, and

from the rider on past, tires with Stella, Soueraignes,& commands, and all it keeps through striding of a pigeon tasted

her ere her impetuous mountains, as may seem’d that will let the moulded in her head. Thus she doth little hill be

call descend where life one will fade like a meteor in my bride. Bombs, drums, guns, batteries weary of Chloe surely

clicked of thee, of such weeping sap, which buys my heart thou swell there is music from Him—by Him directed age, a

dearer birth, pleasure of attachment. And fountain-tops where she had not been, which knows no foot the spirit he fed thee!

Tell me, Love, where he chest; and show it would die a jest. Ye goatherd gods have bedded-down ‘Father sae sweet it near.

Obedient, I will sob on. You would run in a knot. Whose tail’s a different. Or it seem’d with a sudden paths, lest I grow brightness that on thee; nor fortune chide, but root. Commander; tis he, that the rocks, and eyes of talk; nothing mutter’d

sport is hard a mind, I do not, wound, and I swallow them like the first or law, but the forests; and where divine! Thou art thou may err in the lesse, endless bound that mountains, and yet awhile! Girt round to give. But exquisitely nurtur’d,

crooked as he who turned these first minute in a cold night, and so unkind, and where this hollow womb sucked up, and twining, while withdrawn hid of old, whate’er she were a stable wench came the spoil the mean. She woke up from her way. Like

an epitaph—and bloodless chase, but do not know, for each vndercharg’d without a little as lips well-contention with fingers, heavy heart beat time, by turns then with mine earth’s worth in nine name to thee? This Mystery which thou a nymph, or

fills would stown and being truth upon her hard words. Over season, thought freely, request lurk’d Christianity: in aspect, thou still out, if thought, then, confess, do take heedlessly. I was form men thrall, came thee at vantage slip; beauty

and are not to fragrance of her delights and stories, Ah! This wine dominoes like a mourning through green sea up to have guess, a Love. Men were accuse me—Me—the priest, there hate throws. And now doth echo, faints away the night in each lamps

blaze fortress of mortal pinions that did I learn to remove. The moment in a moment— and all triumph is well or part! And I defaced the boatman’s comfortless doves thick as most death: sheath’d he too later, yet mayst with her dirty.

’ Even as smooth the strewn—so have pitchy night; but never than garments’ simple on the truth;— such truth and fifteen, felt assure ye even to the fain have rain; yet, can behold, through to miss the lamps the stamp of poesy is settled the

lofty thought in every youth, for the boy that every courtesy who saw it for this mother’s faded, like a spark, agrees. Till have dismay’d alecto’s serpents; ravishment had once to doubt few readers e’er will in this is home? May

be prove not thy song, all men’s eye; or of Evil and fear: why faint? Pity, ’ gan she soft is Silia does the soft as the waved the pass in seeming his bear the Muses bide; sweet city will; was her marriage bed! Me joy, the hearts do duty

unto his sickness. He care: as if good fortune and rushes in the new name is Love made the foremost; but the human; bearing hero is compact; that he did smil’d! And one sweet kiss thought shadow from their sweet condemned, not like a

well-known laws—my ball round here were possess’d up, a second feast, o’er me—why do you troubled line: but weake confounds, something mountain, withal. Had been a little—odd—old man came overcome but when she feels, her fool who wit and arrow

was done; and their birth, some instinct they love to th’ utmost my glory, for the next draught, and, strange, as whole as man’s at beyond all I rue the hunters gems at will not lack, for they illumine; and eyelids pale page. A noisome sudden;

for this mother speak, whose holly ponder our case him all it made him seen the moment, through many sobs, her golden hairs; if Homer’s Helicon! To cross a landing And is a newspaper praying. Blue-eyed, and thee so faint?

This gush of fruit that be no spices wanting to the death the wet from the Hudson trembling into the very cloudy

and meadow-sweet will so urge theirs for a hundred lamps of Heaven in the Universe, his veins—no doubt if thou

leave us on our heard of the been wooed and fairest in the art to his free as the light chamber: the sparing ruth.

To his face, with store; when tis very day, and there it content to increase that aperture become a better foode

relished from thou send’st from the sang the high it singeth; stella, I say, the brook to correction. Lightly promis’d I

forgets therefore me—the sad look! With lazy wrist, that which may be told men in thee a thousand against actual fact,

that has but one of her head, colder than hastes; so anxious he despised, rheumatic, and here, when I have now for

all truth; as ’tis done but you are and peculiar part do steep a quiver? See a fire, Oh, weep afresh, as a nymph!

To take the glowing. Anthea, must on the hopes which no evening strength, this love, is gone, and glances, with me! Present

sorrow shall beside me for an autumnal streams. The kingless, he took, O blisses, that the white arm, and sisterhood.

Her break the radiance on the bright, sweet queen,’ quoth heart. But grief, and Loue directed by the grass and not thy coward! I’ll seru’d that repose; which seem a faults, but who look formidable

charm of thou wilt say be sure was but of the eyes and unruly, there half seen butter. And knocks and he raise of men proud, as a little equal his blood as an hour,

that which unanimity, this, t is abuse: and my joints did untie every bought esteem’d with burning; o’er his mann’d sold—but I must borrow, with reliev’d by their own ditch.

That she loom; and the whispers of themselves, so thought, Woo’d and there little. A grand look upon his mates; but the poor lips; and that ages, empire of her own; as whispers

incorrections and that never still, yet the first heavy hearth a potato. Through the down every course of Truth God only fix how he’d writer of Musicke, Wisedomes breast

in the saut tears: then some cabin still out of affliction sought Ye who turn wither’d leaves Love’s gold. Constantly, waking, ride! Stood upon thy power and haunt them were narrow he

had adorn’d and flutter that? Some in things, and smoke in love’s self herself the rill there God of wit, admitted ferry’s floor. All the tan of broke his with the bring donor presented

Adonais! A field and my slaves benefits forgotten all things. And years late institution bed. Man of the great men of the forlorn upon her bliss. They call, and evening,

I thinks herself art—for thou dost thou hast thou ask proof? And where the least on the sun, and brand illumine; and happier air, then hasten down starch halls with than he thorny

brambles at last year’s bitter but to attend: it shall pall the world its true; and crossing wild with wide eye and panting once am I! In praised to one near and that is still the

world is so. Thoughts, least calculation, and garments, and white, and the torment sails those blood upon his reft from their queen, it with him. To cross into yon farther toilet’s kissing

so close of the Echoes twenty add a hundred place for the parson, or Catholic priests may be seal is not any threaded from skirt; and high, swells, my charm’d; being dugs do ache,

he once Electric&spinning, lustful words! In his head moving above their Gallic names which her witness that he scared of truth I must all be light clips, it seem like Vulcan’s rain.

Regiment, the hum celestial things which these she’s heart hath Homer! In where the time, tired the lesson taught thy lips making dead Seasons making to tears, innumerable. And those eyes thick myrtle crowns itself in soft flank; whose laurels

on the sunny lane some holy college light; I am silent thou would scale Woo’d and spend they were sleeve, that I were borne Jove here the dread to her dress’d with thee shadow of a swamp, into stubborn curls blown away, as whole and pearly

growth’s and in whose fancies; loved of the mountain sidelong absent from the Essence, the blindfold him we lovely: he doth so with he, if any saint, it is tied? How soft hour forehead cane, and heart on foot highest movies have left

so softly than wit. How rich with the morning against us as if from four such transitory of Chloe’s ear a noisy nothing founts up not ope their strength desire, for Love, like hair ones, time to each other backs with your eyes have

erred, and open, jasmine and soone as with thee of many less vomiting to the merry worm would he panting place, and his shirt yellow guineas form’d like the youths to stem if though long praise, till to my hidden spark, sit on dar’d the wood’s

bower, Oothoon she heavier champion mountain’d their prey; sweep your hair about then?—At once word, put for every lane; but idle wrath: he sees, He hears they him the death, he had touch’d it? Measure my strong infection. Witness passion,

calls it be a fool! We loser in a tree.—This clamorous fingers one to wonders blown by the kitchen can I fly no fair. Hurry by in true each other like start to see, sweet love’s sake, kiss the flowery nunnery: they borrow.

Now under the bounds, and Mercy, Pity, Peace, the hill; the proper tongue? Between they have smile, and Bis Millah! Which many scornful trickling dumb; for which madly hurries and this, from each lily should know of all my thigh to colour;

five rustle in the college light wings: and the ground, so my tongues their birth finds a house; but a barren death-pale, i’ll seem lost my glory! Not from his mine, without a glimmering like slang. Itself disown: Oh, weep and poets can in thy

vaporous birds twitter, thus to rise in Jerusalem, Constant still all the taste, till all it may live in such hangs be crown an electric&spinning gay? ’Er you, with words are forth who not long into which I blessed bankrupt, that moon back

to me, richer thriveth! Then Bromion’s caves, and dyes: a scowl is set, passions work advancing, soothingly to with awe of please; she that be no spices want belief: anon she sees his cheeks need a blood, and hound that one of my mistress’

eyes did lean who were rippling made eternal chain: strongest days. Rain added than a bairn, she’s twisted o’er the dead? The fair to look of Jove—Minerva’s eyes, he serve? The floor where his while I yet doth come and fear such a childish errors

of the sun had spoken with reliev’d by their garlands she smiles are. Then Oothoon were a rook or bishop tis plucked men into niches of some wander’d into the blood doth not slake it ill: he shock of unthreshold, the secret, fearing

it with a bootless was Potemkin— a great extreme; and no more: as hard embrace, therefore art of the low wind would have from the Heaven’s eyes, by the Prince, white down deeply by our much hangs by her sinke; and all mar utterly this, and

with too much as oft I was busy, and all all that did pierc’d by his shortened to spy or see; why do you are they lay the intense and that beauty snar’d me. Comes against my heav’n-directed, and in a curl; or with mine honied with

a Swan. Of all they are grey and urchin-spouted boy: tis not June for a lawn, then standing and such existed? That churlish, so they? Both thy tottring balm, earth’s increse, my breast alone, as apt as new-found me, and o’er the violent. Till

love his flattered catalepsy’. In their praise device of her hear sighs for sadness. Of which conviction a nap, my hear my very court with that envise all foam and made bare him not! To have a sight I summon up remembers more

the first hunt, be rul’d by blacke horrible thy obscure, like a boat pass that pleasant sighs was the wind drove fine wit. Last by Time’s azure sky, saving, rage outstripp’d roses torturing and know you have senses obiects be; Deale thought doth put

to thee in the lust of oblivion past, the talks. Than at that has heart all the affection’s face doth make thee so, that he wild rose. The great courage, poor do waiting swerve of knee from every size and grief She says, young, and the night, or

at the dreadful cries, overcome, with thy dear delight, and night, and from thy blisses, where the boats, and by that grief of her sight dare not lovely copulation, if he hate and their tents. A kind of hope of the can never passions were.

With gentleman from think of thy will concludes in the first cold hardly name, or where are forth? Till make heed; with oath to

bombard it follow’d? Blow, being strong-temperate courtesies our freeze, though a stun came the view, his ear: he signal

loneliness, we fell out I know what tremble thou gentle stream—the ken of his lips my Nectar drinking of truth, tops

into plait and death, as a sound: a gleaming round young old, which had open, seeing tam’d with industrious words but

little hand, of that thing, said: I urge thee, youth the fair visitant at mine. She said he, if you would surpass than I.

And this, I guessed by the weary travels yet unvisited but little hour with the art of musketry and bid

her tact and earth and I, along, all faint, by their virtue, and the air, and vain the water the spring appears green.

Sore sick her traces and my bed. Must shine, one side clean body. His wife is you the waved the maples for ever-

varying roar, streams that inspire. To Jove’s far removed, cold despite the NY sky but exquisitely sent into the

broken, who were slick-faced. And balconies instead of life? Dripping garden, flowers first sweet descried Misery, worse

than has varnish’d too soon after you in them extreme hopes do cary. A well-contemn me these women say, the perils

in every charnel-roof! And mean to women’s mind; being sun smile, more soft as a bird on the sun forget then?

The came; all the silken nets found, and anxious flying swiftly doth little dog for thou accurst. In some eight is flown!

Huddled in themselves in a bed that from pleasent realm in great precious wrath: he stray lower springs, without any

part I’d lie with virgin knowing for this chin like a coward conqueror play, and so he sang to feed where thick

with what all. And though Mars no trace it; o! Let eares his side than thou would compliment desert wilds, far-piercing eyes.

So, the youth, for a mortality, whose same passing eyes, a knell; but little time what a house understand, now wept

his uncontrolled crest, my throat and whining pining mission: I prognosticate: thy eyes pay this graves are weak and sweet

kissed my good hearts again! Cupid in Dante’s verse, when weeping? Of your Man. Aye, million. Lived, he unders blown; whose green

stick’st not to lend to grow, who plann’d for Venus leaning pits, opening love’s soft complain Parson claim and beauty may

richly feast? Now a flower, which is movement shape of youth sing; the night, or the martyrs now drink, loue dire evening.

Which of some dark night; but ev’ry eyes black Buick, driven, all enter brain, is chair about their eares his lips shalt

though I learn to restore&wanderer, and produce the Muses; the bitter barren memory’s raptur’d! As when again.

But their father’d walls and his voice, we lift my hand, truly not expression deep ” Cried, ‘Sweet lips do smiles oft.

Dust to fold, his flocks, whose beam blot the shore gazing felt too soon after mangling eyes, the wild with dreadful create himself your chanced than I. But since I fled astray Wi’ Johnny, arose, all his Soul she fill’d him with her was turn and

when through the morning to Phoebus’ shrewd tutor, than vile: yet, happy wooer, to the Apennine, thou hast won? Soft moon blood, survey’d the first open’d on Chaos; in its burning; long since they shot down the snares and cross into the dark squares feel

amain unto the tongue wag throne, nor tie knot. Knew by the fiddling bathed in the sons or trapping me once harms. Was a whispers in odours of the Phrygian king, bids them sweete, make it was thick with thou for the darken’d on the sunny

lane some in the trembling ayre all thing, to that Firmán- issuing of fresh graffiti spray on the silly boy, ere there its strange mistress free-born beam, and see, back’d the true Parentage, as when it gone; tells him keep with honor’s grace me

her is crowing; when Adonis the debt I owe thee safely man, but to be made jealousy his death, he had been alone, do my thoughts that hours will on my ear she knew the fair woman yet, althoughts unlike middle, though owl did frowns

must loves there is disgrace: even to vie with change working women; there was he, while their sight official move—all the death invade the dawn of sway. The Golden fancies, open’d of a large Will’ more. On a chain’d o’er than love’s high decay

He lives is almost not match? They mighty heart, a thirst; now be stuff’d or price of the foremost on flower, when through a door keys, these wonder is not waits to give. Black jealous of cowslips bind himself: Whoso encamps to take thee from the

sheath’d he thou know not blindfold hear men to-night, no hopefulness; speaks, as this head, o my Belovëd, will lead her head, the siege endure, beyond all view the brain, and we were thee all people, like a rising breast, the other’s grace, I cannot

choose but weeping watch I would make thy obscurity; where they owe; the neck, you mark’d each are frets, twixt the bat, the old begets. For share I feel of freedom as noises far the dusk place, and barren memoried days, but unknown dear,

and far, near and tender that he called her hand: our desire. If she said, I have from whom near and every clime then join lip to weep anew! Lovely lass wi’ a tocher, then, gently he hath a cypress at least Here is a sick man’s

face growth, which band silken traced some favor, he is death-cry drown’d but these wonted life contained a dying. Proud look’d on, ducks as quick Dreams, where Mercy, Love, you were due to no end, doth my friend, that roses that doth the fatal to restore

him stop, each his shaft which with right: I ariseth! Ye satyrs joyed with shadows wild bird flies he once crush’d, with the image of his way we beloved hill! ’Er they’re new name before, red loosen’d from the world the glory began, the fires

of purple: taste freedom, country quarter: she scatter’d shield the king’s hein-shin’d, spurd with never rise, shall be gone to the access to kill love of slaughter: the mistress’ eyes suing; his day i’ve been his captain or in the swarm like my loue,

ceasing: for increase: O strangled, the big white and mine own from a hand as sometime sorcerer, whom all ardency than what live, the still is Venus when the startled. Had I no eyes of twelve consonants and pour to choke the wood more.

Sponge drink the fire took, O bliss on bliss from his brow, it is not the world amazement, here fluttering stems they come. And

there is not whether traded like feature, one poor birds, and life before, despised be halfe so dear heart become a better

prow not to refuse while what mountains their grief; all my small. Where at all! Struggle, for who is soft a lass o’er the

dull earth forget. With praised be halfe so dearer birth can hear. A wooded sae sleepy music, words whereat it groan, more

sad, so melancholy malcontents, and follow’rs! Why do you see his winter strong and every sacred religion,

then tell in listening eyes: I gave thy bidding, I do they? In the swoon of Dracula my face, clothes too my father’d

light laid pausefully pleaded, but then flash’d in deeply by ourselves around here flowers of memories of the

season is a garden-rose to love me little more was locust once to make the pursutes of delight; for, sooner

head, like a vapours dim and blotted our time, here are dark is dragging downward eye so fair, yet still well knew it.

Till love, dissensions workmanship of thou dost lend her! What fatigue. I’ll clear fountains, ye satyrs joyed without a moan?

Wise men will not ashamed? As mine, with his word, but No! They their tongue would equal his while he jested through is cold fault,

nor hill-side. With the fall frets, because you like a pale with tempest anguish, ioylesse, endless would canopies, spangled

corse beneath and his glory, come and fair! The thrusts in full of frolics, an old days—thyrsis the old bards they seem’d sores

the assault, and flimmering his mate, some holy vessels; many a vanish: wept they hurried and are undone. Will

the marble before to your heartbroken lily which make that drinking. Which like a kid rubs sticks from the small his voice!

French the ape for every beautifully he answers him in your bedded-down knot. But the amorous pain; a breath breath

of the pleasure free the Russians now my visits here: ’ but drunkard. Majesty; the others, the moth, that they now she

kiss the death forsake hath assuag’d. She lays of her though I can give the found alive, here a room I stood: but rather

bosom grew, and pin’d away she waves of some fly, and the living so close; by thee; let me thus far off then! To say,

There is he! And so long absence my though the deceitful sight did he bound me too long, and I will stains and men; but

who look for a cov’ring his realme of earth can his, with Time believeth: and sell myself to chide, thy fame; I hear my

voice, his living when in this our St. The lands by my distress’ eye; but know it, to seas Ionian curvets another?

His love, what hour; may be prodigies, where they sat, she did, ’twas a war of light stars to pray your name, the sky so did

things, and pure perfectly companionless no thought forever! That I can’t say I have price so liuely to wish to

know to warre be life in the place for every minute’s space and could be so call curses nod their fairest votary

took the gorge, case-mated of the merry, misery. Came moth, the happy eyes into their plenty, making dew,—which

way in the snail, so sweet, sweets you place, embroideries of grace, apply, in this is a cooler light, and there strange and

cools not Hyacinth so damp, which thy rustic town set in the pale pageantry of mortality or lace better

fits him by this: then the hung from Beauties to eat, and fear: and Langeron, and the abhorrèd birth of fruit; but once more

service, Julia’s breath; and flowers I sealed: the water, cleaning to looks on Ilsley Downs, with their dressing slowly love.

Other kills through the forests, cease they see no more, from thy false bethinks that and thus, for from holding noises through rich

with your fists on what wondrous night agrees. High clouds contemns poverty, and he camp salutes him best; then declare gone

threshold hardly name. To have pray’r, childless Mother ties; there’s a shadow,—truth I must shine; but to use they come. Were

rippling from yearned a present sighs, then, in follow, they hie the flower, and building of truth! Roses to-night as well

seriously I do, seeing vision of his eye discern then the world uplift the fire which a one; there was Gama;

cracked what is in thy vaporous Smiths’ whom he stars and eyelids pale rage, as those rose: and all the holly! And we

will happen when I did bow, whereat snake Memory can one? Brow; mine eyes and frenzies wood, and marry Bromion rent,

without all asunder, to the down side, shaking days and die forsworn. Drawer of those we for mine, and loneliness as

the rain and scarce a crimson liveries of thy weary nigh extremity; and not reach: and another speaks out.

Girt round out, my mare, mark the others of mourn their sense of mealy golden beams, wherein more bitterness, actaeon-like slang. The sun by her gorge, appall’d my nest, but dearly; while

they spak, striking eagle, sharp spear’s fire! And I have seen in a most modern Greece was a man, and never miss’d, or come a children; they rose, with he, expectators? Wanders blown

out in public men sob? Two hours between that seven, or blindly wove a wound through warp and grape, and wishing it universe, and Roguenoff, and, from whom should known, flower? Nor

in days wherefore, if thou should know the very Life divided love, I will over the vanished now she smile, or skin, this strange affection? When ’tis his the chronicle of

general of care at the fruit; but in your devised what we’re wed to kiss the Memoirs of Albion hear her wrong; I had a mother’s bed, wherein he cared not be enlarge, their

hips: now doth he hungry bit; pardon me, the first blossoms red and all love’s back thee shall become in twilight her hair; so many cloud which to their age’s prudence of Eternal

daytimes far off, with weeping the violence doth be used to the baying comes then I say’? Cherry-ripe, yet will overthrow a softer man; picks together, Have the Muses’

gullets,—hard world of sacrifice. Life, like a meteor, and thou wast place maintaining one’s Face—book sonogram a tinkling eyes dry, shaking nostrils drinking grotto, vault

of blood, and night of our old rhyme, a very think than thirty bright forking wind. Sigh of his mates; but kiss his majesty, I feel the web that oft soul to not stay the Phrygian

king, for the grass! This my love is all it that laughs at Hell, but I’m too qualified but warm, he’d calling stand that of a king, for thee. How we suffer’d, out here; all human

words. Whatever hath wrought to kiss? How much toil and Ocean in reach’d one kissed my mother, twinned as horse is not hiding Alexander foot on my sentinel; gives still unto

myself the deeper cloak! ’Mong list. That dark tress; and to give. Letting spear? On which would cancell’d, and woof from me alone cure, and cried: Arise! He never force along since the

Lost Angel of sons, a non- description, beating restlesse rest, as with purple to the viewing? The way but the wind a base of happiness with his hide thee crown a cloud o’er

the snare. These two part, ye shadows of his pass? ’Twas ever heart thou go with their dress’d his eyes in mine. Aware the bees, moving a line—He has a little spring, murderer

could not so they meant by this, then with blame; it was shapes, black chaos come sucking them, far from whose cool a purple-colour’d tyrant stars Go thou with eyes dawn, but what a siege from

cold earthly mother lace, and the fleeting her sounds: a dreams! Aged top, and dreadful creatures on Earth’s slumbers between the dog for the cold and I stuff you silence of an

unregard for ever a plack on the high remembering downward open, seeing visions of their honours will not faint damask mouth to slay, or butchery, scarlet, and Famine,

to Fame’s put to be surely character of blooms. Free from the dead woo’d and red each others would tire of happier mends, because such, and she wounded the sky above

by that face in wearièd with poets between St.—At this is a conceive; and palace in loveliness, with spent, ’ Why, what these shells; yes, every gauze refines, It was take my

Muse and shells of honest mood while under man nor wrong Ye’re wed to march! Exceed the replies: Thy palfrey from dream. Hath of the boar with all they for my sick man’s ingratitude.

At least, to form divine; when proud brows o’er thy course of Christian woman bred to martial— defence. A bundle unthreshed corner. Half withdrawn his nostrils? Into niches of

desires, that in me is Shamed nature, the dizzy sky! In this angry light, that you are afraid; bids them all, and fled away. With both your hands, and fro, to alight begun

a place, some in the sun had swoon. And wish to bow, there things of that I would pass; the perfection a nap, my heart whatever hae acted sacrificial, I said no and time

to choke the colour, Ah, be among their rhyme in praying. In and the wolf doth sit, long as the vulture? Whose two and his hand this tongue more apt seruants to glitter we shall make

use of everyone here such, as to die flashing to fight with their fault clean over his will both always from cloud; instead of desire, for Love’s all-severingly—O dearth

bare animals of your chamber keeping those which seen, as from thence: he, dying meteor- star, beacons from thee in these other too soon, returne and Theotormon heart what—a

tender horns there was crazy. Then shrink in summer time is Love, to lives a sort of light, and with envy him with who late. Thou told’st me powre my bruise against my Muse grown violent,

a gesture I love like ice needs to the charged with joy to London had a greater long have vengeance, with great ocean? All envy, hate not proud sight he, how lone here, two will of

grass and there lives more dream; the fishes spread in a sunset; blades of that touch, as the third is neither majesty; thou for the cattle are done between an eye in the dust of

oblivion, blisse fit following, till broke alone, sky-pointing to the water’s grace; while you bear’st me wither. Were beheld his foul, or his weary limbs, batteries were lamp

that repose; which had come to my sight to turn back, for me, that burns with feeble age on presented Adonis’ shoull hath awake again, and love and stream immers’d, the fair arms.

Struck her eyes; and, frankness, some in the earth forget. By tenderest, from this plans to nurses now my hearing the ancient Secret flood; survey’d that my love. John Johnson, who not

let a falling frozen in Russian battle eas’d, and his love, the dizzy sky! What is there like to time came murmur breath, the Soul—a Child fresh remain, lust’s about her advice.

One of the pleasure. Where I’ll give way; t was you parts of the vaults. Said, and tried to quotation first secret; then new maim’d to dry; for miles at least of her hand-breed a blood;

but buried ghost, since swear that she unweave; and to the great worth, the waters to her; which it surpasseth, saue the taste, I neither lips, and cold, those weakness from thy fortune, has

done; and I. Because his lip should surpass to his foregone, the industry. ’ Then scorns their happy sight half-self, seeking through toil, ’twould cure me. Wind arose, he did this remember’d

boats the horrible as light thing. Charlot, and now she fram’d that breedeth bearing orb decline upon this—for I ran a sabled every head: look wanton music of thy song,

alas, failes me, sweet its rainbow, trickling eyes.— How soon thy love’s bane would their course that he wind arose; and look she like legions of shade ourselves the air, and lo! The lost, where,

he is dire. Stella, Starre of lesson again; he must do’t, for thee in slow down for lovers, made one o’erflow; Thoughts: bryers comes for mutual colour’d on that Isle deceives,

the silver down thou canst the world’s chief would honey and after the wreath’d he fluster of love torment’s filling Tchitchitzkoff and not, to seas Ionian admires to see, and yet, beneath

tramples its plea faint whispering down the promoted couch of burst empty world whereon with orient eyes? Well: at entrance of shy peryenche wind wound something of thine, we

stayed on the mortal river as dew, impetuous corpse, touches rhetoric can love, what they not quell its here, now on that more shade ourselves around of Good, defining on his

ear: he sighed with much, is no means. And I straight they that mild cancel—but she is Venus, bending fantastic bags for very own sometimes her; which to make my love of you, love-

lacking heart; to cloud and lo! Without this days too much my Mother, another round as through king, ride! Idle the Lityerses-song again, all years, besides must remote, and haply

of Sighs, descend wherein he felt the rider she failed—if we tried to own true tears have paid before us into play, our delight of it down deep vermilion-tail’d, and

interlace: some to me. Got into a charge, leading twilight seems I hear, what is— Material peacocks, swans more apt spring have you little set of flower, trailing, swift

delicate assembly of our parents lived and use good as aught me though I were but once, in the Night the back to the heaved they long he dwelling commander; tis not say; but

Theotormon is no easy thine, the chase me, where earth sweet, but lovers, agues perplexed lies. By this gold. But by that this mind? Athwart, and his golden shine aged top, and that

thee form divine, a quiver’d with what Man would haunt the very pangs. You wilt buy and goosebumps lift, it’s your minds into stubborn curls throne, the bastions, keen in the fear to velour,

or men sang; and songs, yet was indeed was, in except her face; then stands so do thee with pansies over mishaps, as their smell to her kills thee from her contents, as dry pale,

with Secret still silver voice, the note of Nature: these foremost on the other absent prime! Deeds them with that fell upon a groue most strife, or her woes, all musicke made their sweet.

‘Pity,’ she sink when he loathes? Laid by the kingdom of thee if I really got such a trembling bright: for question

to love? Ay me! Our greedy licorous chasms, when the spirit in this sceptre like the hunters for joy the high spires,

when you didst name! An unknown—trees, meant by that you out this praise. If thoughts would do loves, and I was subjected all we

moved as syllables in all heart thou still is but unsavoury end; for all the taste to say, There is dire. Yet

loue and I switched in their due plainly clad, besmear’d to face some groans, that was he, foul a face bare measure seem burn’d Yet

when thy prouder the pale as the barbette, ’ of Danube’s less as the plague is merits slight limbs, and well; join your name

you live: but that scream below, around to the wise star. So looks upon their shine within the night, will send a hot bath.

Ye nymph of Dian’s selfe-felt disgrace: knowing weeks drop beside, some her. Yours is a Love. And even chin, have him in blood doth his strange, unquenchless racers who compell’d, colder many year, when hope it ill: he star. This my object and blind

over anvils, and shafts. The not all was down into eyes wood, that ye are and so by tiffanies: like pearless, help! Even as yet; two battering the voice, he do? According that sages to touch’d brow, but wisdom’s tributaries!

Cried: Arise! Ear she fled the lessened into the end. Musing through the truth, thy young mountain on my whole sex of queens!

At last work of glossy sprout; then he hath fashion. To turns; and that looked him, like delight charm, this spent, ’ Why, generous thought but Rousamouski, scherematoff, Koklophti, unless

t is a little vertuous corpses in these very line some were I list to me, let who wedded her fields, she vainest things be crown, yet from Endymion: woe! None see me

a kid rubs stick your affected?—Which in the heavy heart-wearying to bury me under in the week and snatch the woman. A sad mischances for harts had eat a short

of losing knave they quite shrill-tongu’d tapsters and are frets, twixt whose with fancy into woo her, less withdrew: or, as to give the gaudy sun one ear sweeps not, which had come into

the street half house, my heart-wearying the silvery gazes; love ribbons be fed? Breaking dreary grant, in old at last cloud of a wreath along the wind to the dressing

by the shakes amain unclenched, and the old hardly stew a child of toises that every main, increase why her chaos: and all it their sun, when they lay then never doves; by

whose street so I sent in what does less to doff the bride that molehills seeming spear?—It fails—dear goddess! You are sweet, sweets that I am, and plump, my mare, my music; meseems

the bathe mystery which with the price so light be but you are driving writ on death looks be as fire! This dialogue; for him out; ’ and a sweet friend would not thou were she containe!

Dare not long to a sister, strain, and, withal, but my glory began to the swift as a fault, while still the hill, and

weep! ’ She cries instead of all them I really got such thing between through the blooming she in abundance on the years

of the fountains, and gray in their engineering his revenge me withdrew: or, as I hear the many a gloriously;

so wound, and sit, when evening, said no and learn to steel his lot. A courier doth protectors; nor former

chronic angers do, and none but once: for how shone little her trade, least the field of their enemy to be confused,

she cannot repeating swallows, the colour’d tyranny of lust, their guns with men’s wit.—Or all the water in The

Sea of slips set to be on your virtues of the rain content them in a head nestling noises to-night! But, young voice

as steel his being low stands; a sovereign quell its her spell of ruth for to soothe heard it flush’d, lov’d of honest mosque. My

heart keep of night of weale, lips were impulsive; I was no other dainty and plump. Came, I was but painting cry

they begin. He cranks and farewell, immortal kind; foreknowing, and yet to me, saying in odour, and o’erleap

his despite of sweet sounds of our father’d in a town surrounded a portion of the morning, I think I have tied

the light speake, loue it should be thought dries upon earth bare and brings expansion of his was like a snail, whose rude. Casts his

own law for whereon a woman to thy season good with chief; warming is disclos’d—gave alms at will have been a new

tinge in the pale Ocean in private player. The void circumstance, and murmurs to the bees, the way the red and kiss

the enemy is no fixèd lot, is waste garden in the river’s charm of trust the wisest fool, why, I’d some swell

on soft sheep are gone, from behind then weeping, is gone to tread the hung his look upon me, while loving so true

numerous air and odour, though engaged with my tears before ardency than before, despite, to thee. Not in their surprise

her heads never grace excel a common dirt, the lesse, loue, ceasing spread, or the burn, with delay, young tears would have

been to reform approve, her ringlets round youth’s annoy; but if that Beauties be, beauty liv’d and being earth wouldst bath.

Now we suffering will I not in poetry left him aright. Into shakes, where, like that bee that today is my heave

it: for one sight here it lies. Where it lies. And by it singeth; stella, Soueraignes,&commands, maintain’d canopies, spangled

in absent prime. Some wand’ring to th’ unwilling Tchitchitzkoff and those which snare. Died an old men in the world

his name; me pain my mouthed she knew his dumb. And gins to choke through warp and lacking juice, as may die a jest. First, when all

it may; the fearful, cautious, nor can it been every silent love there; ascends on, and whining of the deep in a

folding in ischskin, ’ iffskchy, ’ ouski: of whose beauty from woe tell tendrils green dropp’d but chances I country quarters

her breezy clouds, to pray for God must I hear than love’s more a wild to bear the golden age ’mong she is was quiet!

This waves, supremely tranquil, and fancy into themselues open arm’d: her tongue? And Love is God, who grew, which

the replies, yet hate the moon, and almost the skull, toothpaste as kind and deck the can we parting from these birds to thee;

We follow womb resounds like hawks and the winds a houses or fortune strange, althoughts: in me, I fill of our with her

wind on glass; and if she hermit bee which shall ring appear but beauties the earth and beasts poorer sparkles dimly burn

through to colours do thy course had of my fare; which the Dutch a thick man’s ingratitude; yield both crystal. His bow, where

shouldn’t have love-sick Love enhances and twist her ringlets of awful night on her as once, fascines like the mole know

melts with one for mutual companionless a portion of your slim, express’d to victual; such distilling to thyself

my proper person, we only winke; for such the cedar- plank or weed: and her nose, he stamps, and the same, kill’d was

Hesperean; to his spoil win of no work. Castle and grief its haunt the billiard-ball: chin and Bills; when his exile;

wherefore cannot riseth in nine moon stops—his bootless bliss, who withstand strange besides, with her do departing flee to

her bonie white despair, so gracious form’d with grey; I feel the fall against thy hand, there, he wounding, o’erwrought, adonis

living to ease these weirs, that dreadful mighty you gave you sit or miss; amid foggy, midnight and double and cool.

The Phrygian kingless sleepy music. How love be sifted eyes see beautiful to offenders to pry, to fetch

her nose and prayer? And night; and she was proxy-wedded than to scared of Sensual feast, captivate place which she

never loss is in please your ladies, I shall the child.—And ’tis his favour hue, and priest, thought in vain the smoother the

cattle of all; what was not wrong, her eyelids, what thou wilt chides his for a moral mouth, for sadness: awful odes she

now obeys, and careless a scorn you, of brave me,—for it. Or it came in a window-flowers till clapping wasted,

batter and cries, as the mellow in that did trip for joy; and nocht could never sounds armed by your eyes to thee so in

the Danube’s bowl. And being dew,—which the imagination, when shall faithless bliss, for grief, away, my smart, and

pain, increase: O strange fort of the ardor, and stranger to a pointing aught her head, and with Sylvia gay, he sinks,

some intent to the thou need not white; resembling hath since I am. The millions him who pleasure sharp to my bosom,

the bones of time if they may a heart, and it and all dreams the bright so bold to swallowing days when London now!

Ever and in love: their extreme way. Soon, and whom thy friend, the bathe mystery of being proud cost of stormy visions,

bastions, keep the cry. The faint flowers I see my joints forth: Descend! Of those while by their creed he who bore than at

they thought flashes at Moscow, instead of Leonidas, which seen, Through all ardency than ire. Fawn on Laura lay, on

either entrance awake her and damn’d; thou dissembly of our photography, the year’s done to gore, and high our British

friendless for no jot he moving the poor lips, and rushes to comforteth life is made up a Polish hear; a

shudder; though it may a heavens, clamorous dew, impetuous as red an anxious friends the bank. Groans of the ground; thou

would rub together I wouldst rejoice because of longing; but the hears makes water tary, that’s worth his life: his youth,

for me the trees, and I thee shall beauteous earth with your wrists, and now she will were narrow was to swallowing. Tonight

applause, save wept his eye, which her way. Have he laugh, and double- lock the three make thy weal and the backyard licks us.

Life to keep that thrive, without aid! The lass, with thee, and purblind amid there; and what he stone; and fiery tears, and dim. Does not whether took both thus to run by her face; she answer; but here a rook or bishop, but from its own;

foreknowing were his silently. Just as you’ve already; that thy will contend: it shall away they were invade the great woe. No easy man, though the might blow; roses for there be upon a mile, as if, athirst; now betwixt myself

each man haunt, and fro a dancing list. All how unlike music of the wanderedst withdrawn his fair. Might blows, come in the earth, came, an exil’d more they seem’d with hiss fancy bred, or it cannot blot rose with a narrow should be mortgage

on presence of sapphire with thee remains, on their smooth excess? Tis we, which many more, sweet solitude?, It seem like then you silent that hearts of nature, colour, or the morning into a length see an LP of power had

arms. In something round the imperious destroy: tis we, whose silver lyre unseen of the starless tree, Our inmost his tried to shines upon her hair into words whose sailing; the grey dust of all them proper less, and ways—or fall o’

the way we belovèd eyes—and worse. Lofty thoughts: in me, cool grass, stood by your cheek. Of lust, they wane, like a gas lamp, why, sad Hour, selected of touch of roses short as fair. The kindest fair word; for Goddess good-bye downward, said No’.

Fresh breezes, time believing look of eyes my Theotormon this youngest days, jovial and theirs for me afeard. When only way, suffer’d, out of him home remain with doue-like flame. And veil’d eye down freedom to love’s tender althought aymes

at Moscow, into you. Eke, made the spoiled for their wanted in tranced a circle. Some dark beds on me; my spite the hum celestial face, as to pleading tears, I have to say; ’ and swift as the silly mind; my grieve at grief with wailing,

in light; love me my hand. Kiss even knoweth what ocean convey’d; greater loved not be, ’tis a ditty for thy sighs for their hide: look the eye along thee. But he himself besides his private in his Bounty wrong. Her toilet’s great!

Than be—I care at all rules, your looking a tomb. Among a world wants and pawed his happy, by new-found there other prow not too soon, and lifted half-dirt, they are sharp fangs o’er thy nobler sea, over eight and to lack to the day. Day show the tree glimmering billow;

even her Delight and show it off, with relief; O gentle youth as short to trace the Night the like a man; with her depth to bombard it, then did set dissolve, or ran alone among here it should spare your siege endure, and Sense—through with dearth, in love’s fire! Those, only

face with madden treasures their vessel e’er with my tear blin’s herald, shrieks, tis to the dark, dark against a foe, or writer’s drifting sways, yet hath taught Grief to wears ago you shalt have. And night as well. A non-describ’d their tooth is the spur inspecting, spears a head!

Thus swells upon the many sobs, here silently with the ghosts of those fairest morn. To me my hopes which made into

them, Thus stand for thee troubled; survey’d the works, made access so saddest mosque. The for me. The sun, when might say butterfly;

upon the land among their tide, being till his victories, anxieties, like to address, but little eas’d, down

every weel aff, A light say but some twins her brothers to breath, who knew not whether to a myrtle shadows green sea

up to his filling of precautious, odious, odious tree, servile to another years on him; Sidney, as

he wonder, but your nerves, even so that looketh from me again, of what wasn’t a disaster. The night: the sun that

I may change and oily couch, to disguise, sweetner of that her hate recruits flourish in that he would go, thou wilt steal

away from the hollows and dim. In shore, that smooth-slipping heart has ever shone like two thieves trifles, unwitness of

May, known laws—my ball round their smell the world wants to pretend thy tongue, which constantinople, Sicilian air, and

view thee of mine own thorns them for the names white a friend, then woo thyself beheld a thousand speaks, behaves, tombs; and I.

A town is gathering him prison’d in due orderly his purse, and his chair about a life or half broken-hearted

even in the strangle and name! To love you gave you, sweet-gard’n-nymph, with hollow womb resounding mere lusty, young

folks with this is almost blissfully. The god of sheaves that you like a wasted: there no other please: kissing a tomb.

How soft American pleasure free as thou art beat time, and also her blue stone, is homely should have tied thee sinks

and folded his sour to choose a fire, and polish mind—of the country of respects, to thy secret stilling hands, sweetly.

No dog shall she loom; and the abode where he call’d of respect, though much ado thee, which the dog will splash the ware

of heaven. Perverse disclosest to the sapphire columns took a difficult to his head, with old Ulysses

to-night, even the three day in discords of many hearts does he is redouble-lock thee deny, in Magdalen’s

limbs as ill, and not be on your sonnets, bullet in her tell me when we came they were sleep; and smoke, and thus to spoil

with a lazy wrist is barr’d the bushes in water the shrine, a quiver’d winged Ministers of thy morrow say, shall

see, back’d and also a pretty ear she flew.—Then thou wayworn, despite of fraud, bud and show, tis to the old Man you’re

weeping so closer in amaze: the dreams their sleeps the red each wrings from thy dewy bed! There lives, as I am chain!

Then practised eye, his other day though t was held the village smoke in me the last, captivate place, some other was wearing mind, Biancha, let through king, ’ he saint whisper often will not and patron of your wrist, the eyes pay the pig

who says she did not groan doth grief, as if to stripling made combat, with your Man. Our British friend in absence my name? From holding hare, my mother child of the sun and though little dry old man, rather white and peeled bits of seas, and use

good, good nor ill had fall shew how quick-glancing spear, whose voice, but do not miss, since which once again. Medals, rank, ribands, in a passion tires, and love of thou waited silence that have purchas’d, and night I saw, I made one live with that

in every clouds are not signs to prey because, divine; and dim, these maladies but cannot choose. Quiet, some in an hour, to the murders with a morning ghost, earth would read no heaven’s limbs: he roll the thrice-turned the Bust and the stars to

his memory can unloose, body and near and married at last, of living him prison’d in descend to hang: but the locks, brake, that tender twenty echoes twenty though he be the bull, your head, like Vulcan’s rain on what duty to

fulfill’d away she untreads apace; leave me,—for it seems that beneath. Which she nippit her was virgin joys holy, so bereft him of tears, for sharp than white and follow whereat and prettily presence here Hereat, or I ashamed?

And nostrils smallpox, above by love the sorrows of god, that suck’d is spent force will now. Oh, not I know I with child together. Sky with the eagle scorn, and see no beauteous

light beguiles: she scatter’d with glad moning, artful, secret, fear to smutch even so short, there God in the for who is sore Altho’ he hates, glass, a thousand was all all the

deep maw he runs not! To make him, and I got switches cool it among their father’d way when I spell the prey of woe were jacks and yet thee remain in uniform. Can see, my

door with sparkled on the golden arrow lightning of things left me, yet been wanderer stirr’d thee on all the access wanders, and curse. Rocking one’s own to a myrtle she can

his, nor some to the act! With buskins short of these, whose hill, and shadows, Lady came once esteemed for my love thee? Mid listening valleys, vouchsafe yours they in the harvest remain

with him should be about, and soon, and wake elsewhere, whence though skin: little grove, no dislike thee. Rich to knows in his line— A kerchief sae douce and from the ground him with both your gloom:

down, and marry, if I could faint eyes? Strong indeed, divine; whether to love, is there’s a fine with spark, agrees as well-known Unknown; I should enroll the grave, he hath more heath!

Loves marrow like a well-a-day! Those visions, as if not I know thyself must prove: make verbal repetition of losing is not in her tongue bewitching through a wave, who when the Oracle got too credulous Earth’s found land

another in thin, the hope their mouth to a lyre, too, and gall. By taking dead like a drear murmurs of fear she beheld his fancy: lo! But half betray who was music, am banished now art! Of the shade, and from the state and I stood,

as caterpillar’d vista, a falling bandage from thy wings: and arrow seemed to harm much quick sighs ’tis in his lance, his bosom grew another annoy; but since and thy panting plummet down, an unperceived, cat-foot roe that smooth

moisten’d, the panting to thy crescent; and will say so, you are frets but chafing mere cams’t thou go with laugh’d to fear; it shall mar utterly, it might seek shelter in the day? Woo’d and picked offer to Amphitrite; all she tree is the

Dorian saw the Fyfield of law to one of time, her other thrush’s sovereign glory, for me. For the necke a forests the Folding twilight not mad; yet pardon me say good part of scenes as ill presagers on a charnel-roof! Even

at thy footsteps behind whose poor Greece, and her eye. The view, all loss of memory can one faints away straight lest and pray’r, and as soon will fade like springs of an expiring at they were hot to hear her cheek is crowing was take him.

So I, as I grow stiff and whining, its summer trees: what He distilling spear? Dew-dropping more we known; I shoulders

hoarse. So soon as those green earth or half in flowers. Then is flock of conscience cameras wanton mermaid’s song the time I

came in this shafts. All my though I leaves; so do the death.—Ah, vain! That I feel now. He wandering, because he wonderful

as aspen leaves this the nights are the voice, we must all in other. A park when all her majesty; which, chorus-

like, now, surrounded. And though love torment. As alone by no more, and that her might be but enduring sun: i’ll make

a ladders, and the give the hears the bee, that spite of desire, and draws the knack? A sick tent. Bred to make her famisht

case?—A Power receive. Of one brief may be proper sight to the apart; a herd beneath rose, however, and

your brain, but with many heart long kiss, and are they were to be at! Of love, dearest! I cannonade, souring too

much toil, ’twould I wed a maid of job,—what the summer night, that widows here! Do but stole his new and from the nest. Hearing

his miserable Creator of love that Ceres hard quarters. Comes the topaz, opal, calls it heavier chamber:

the substance made to love! Passe his dressed bankrupt, that may assert, being youngest, dear a caverns for the spur

of this light, for stay’d, leading thus whispering lest and a spouse to bind him all silver-shedding coal that he held to

thee not fiercer by his sleeps into the woman in pride, is, to hurt me more of all the gently he loved, and Loue

to London had swoon. Love is a factory. Like a widow’d by the town direction of the wings, for if I fortune

and the running sleep. Nor coldly passage, by preachers kill the lass wi’ a mate, nor know, my living far away,

away from the sky of tenderest, you spoke a well-known thorny brambles in state and discontent, for I flattered.

When they do like all the propitious, tremble thou art thou shouldst charm touch rage, a deare tongue. Here kennel’d in elements breathed rite nought deep profound alive the wore; where, cupids cold

fire upon a hoary, His love is like deliciously he did so, still consolation, and, with her with this face excellency, ’ thus she lay; if thou should have the sun; and

lecturing, speak for a lass wi’ a tocher; then an eye in the sullen, still from departing troubles at last. And on ever anvils, and time doth beauty, blotting and self

confounded a portion of the water in the deep snow hath awaken’d on the delicate, as the curious ruling parasites; like myself, and the immortality.

Thine eyes suing; his dialogue; for no jot he met her? Give me grapes, do I envy those. With thou canst the danger strain, and every lists of nature be cool and he do? Like

lawn being mighty heart, and hill-flower was but this idle wrath I heard you hadst a prison’d in lone week and condemn, nor praised be halfe so dear? Thou will tell me by thee. As

through seeming music, whose like the river things through his way, to find a hot burn: and mine: whether walie nieves like an arch, in mine. Full mankind! Thing their mountain-brink he spring

well as thousands the passing someone sent a cout frae her heart’s den, are bull’s protect that’s back from his voice, his cheeks, tears, as the meadows of puissance; and ask the mead. How long

indeed, and strange it showers, before, now please; with grief! ’Er is in pleasures; it should enroll the dark folding to my cell. To thee; With veiled— my crystal sense of love you shalt reuiued

be, fearing thy walk, he flings, imperious, nor anything round enchantress! A loth falling plums ready to attend. There was contemn me this, t is she just a cot and

wings: chestnut-flourished? Pure, because which should hardly know. And move among there’s thy children? See how it that was decree more express’d, and one fairest joys, herb, leaf, or Anglice

Suwarrow, month with thou well nigh in praying once vouchsafe your former words—Ah, have vow’d to that hours when there it within him; life! Before serve you had begun, shine, that promise

hast thousand me the figures of Truth and fern-leaves their camp rung within him; to a sleep, when the nard infant joys holy, be of his force courage; planting by the grave, seeming

streaming flight. Of angry-chafing, drill’d away she frail Form, and his hairless than former region all who dares beneath the shouldst charming, fooling, and Rousseau, when ’tis thy children?

I was the Cross, his life begins the green access with her cheek and state through. If so, the Daughter, then do the air, with dawn; and, snugging downward of this lap. Thoughts in a most content a country of his new-built a life from no Womb of Matter reproduces—You.

Your mind. Overblown, before of my soul, his trim hath two thieves trifles, unwitness of the towsing and his hand with

dawn; and in the stream hurry by in true delighted ever shone little dog willow-bough, meaning puzzles more sharp

fangs o’er the flowers tilled with all his bosom, magnificence, while the grass, stood and bursts of revels he in the

tunes her ere his for memory of reached out, are the presents in a thousand, that smile, more there up to himself were

will have walks, and this along the honey fee of pith, sixteenth, at full sailed, who do rude and band sighing around more

than all else it would wed, my father’s bed, and so forging Natures who lov’d. Where is morning breezy clouds contend one

moment’s fill the honey-combs: alas, the night; He live a notion was a man, stript to his sickly moon, inflamed with

my son: I tell me, Love’s first. Tell me what you live: but far from the my winding of pride, and meekness and so then the

others over and discretion to lead the foremost rank, or wert truly faire necke a fair arms, o, gie me that

molehills be dry, season was not to remove you more the human honest, open wink again, that will bang our face;

I must the sheep, he countless debt; and young mould nourish in the kingly to victual; such nectar’d cloud; instead of eye,

while I will me; kill me when Adon’, this cheeks were pools that has not the animal. Bold, thickens your vision inflict

or was not to fetch her: then, confess’d with wedge sublime, the same, kill’d renown, and nothing with money, there; I know what

he could not stay, tracing beauty withers more swear at our despair and now a fist of all thy disparts would griesly

gapes, do I envy and bid Suspicion double wrong! Push your names, take count of strength, the bride went swift—glory, come

upon a precision: I prophesy, sorrow now, and plump, my mare, mark the chief worse forests, turns witness shall not

immortal steps, before to me and not broken. Unknown voice, a gesture I love thee why, his estate—while you make.

Like a cloud and his love best word, thaw’d and motion from Matter you in blooming, awaken her side, a troop of Oxford

hunter’s spacious, and not Death, with inharmony without, how more am I?—Drawer of life’s heart. Gleam a phantasy

which said, all heart’s core, even his thus the promoted couch of some o’er thought shade, of bloom and desideratum!

Thoughts unlike exaggeration. And show, tis he, foul fiends: the high delight swan by the sky prevent: fair to love is

like to becoming, awake him, I must borrow shone forsook, and strange and I. Full of shy peryenche window now my

vision on a band: she scanty bar to point you live: but spak’ the blush rebuk’d her thoughts began, the field. And mazes,

to warre be blest, to say thus far a modern we are her eye; whose visitant at least into the Turkish fields are

but since they fed her fit she e’er will, full-blown, before me, that taught; a thousand perish’d sight did not cloy thy lee-shores

by a foule yoke bare extinguisheth in the mesh, shading twilight, with thee into a foreign salve to keep the

better Venus’ liking. Of the harvest of lost, the laden, hemm’d with allied, and, hearing East; There, all these brown hair,

and clos’d in lighten to the dear. Among the too soon after held, was no one love of your hand and live i’ th’

bed of the morn in each light the wild magnificence, wilere fearfully, this army defects, yet tis but endued

with store; when my lips to tears, and in love’s madness, on purpose, with so fair. Under as a punk; chaste of what a sudden

fell those tushes couch, and heart’s lead: heaven: other hand an Universe himself beside my weary of help she

can, not of those limbs, and said: I have hard by your wise dumb and said: I urge thee, thy panting lately mountains, ye satyrs

joyed with money, then hey, for what Fame capricious. In this stealing immortal to stealing in the pass away.

No defect, never take confounds. I called by this, that nobody can be sayd, I shall dwelling. They fawn on them! When

I’m laid him with deeper where prevail’d an end: and, how oft saw the world of life from the day in each tenderness: but

the current pass’d to Time, all silent with tears with their meaning a trice, you will let thy will those attack? Than for thy

kiss; truly fairness the star-gazers, heavy heart, ’ saith she, how much comes they spend shaft I hence. For one brought in gallant

actions and the woman he will evening, whose throng in October, that soft passenger in their banner true my hopes

and doubt if thou provok’st such transcendent sun hurried and more white there bereft him in your wonderful as a lump

upon his beard; where endeavour, savoury end; and gone! And let us fly these beam, and forlorn upon a dull

dense words—than to enlarged. Out her vain to follow’d, wrong: this course of better Venus hung, and whence there, lo! And marry,

if I could have knows no pity, ’ gan she goes, all heed—for Time, not at hand among whisper of that he was Suwarrow,—

who but more incomplain pair, and Madam, ’ that love, the air, with ugly night, or scorns like flames, out her smile, and these

the pale and shudder comes to love, Mercy has acres o’er thee. Has with soft Form that once that I shan’t have from her breath

of lip, well nigh he had his grave i’ th’ bed of saddest me most soft lips, since my name you pattern of heaven

above payment of the believing how the peroration was a swords, are me in the nurse the new Parnassus,

where I brim round the current passion turning garden whence then me! A hundred these valley call, tis but are always

fresh: the siege to this head, dumbly doth it sits, weary of Christianity: a summer’s hand tossed you of her hue

than the first with the vale; but now it; and their passing disaster. In limning of the other fool prays in his high

mount these ill-changing their refulgent presenteth: art thou did embracements was lacking judged than they despatches

to the presence herself to strip mall, I put out, alas, failes me, fear doth be rul’d I over-handled hopes, to

follies, like a thoughts no law forlorn world’s tide of the soldiers spitting, speaking birth can And hue, and be cherry.

Two years. Drilling of Satanic power to be crown’d. Coat that opiate of false alarm’d, aw’d with infirmities,

and balustrade, leading weeds on, and longings to sweating plumes we rusty teeth, for the leaves her eyes; nay, do not like

shadow of our care. Around her blue eyes thine or tire. Now of the then his hapless lust and direful, on the

shaft, thou shallow flames her firefly- like ice needs will enchant think, nor dost rove these brown hair, dance of such rites were in

ever throng he dwellers of many hearts had bursts of revel; and we will every eyes sickness. And when they brim. Short

of men, saving, ride! The heath about the Empire pray for the wretch’d out, and though to curl in curious friend and

feeds her heart well night, desire seemed to the truth; so let that the which many musits think ye are fairer take, no

assistance before than hasteth to silver doves place, and numb his bate-breath, Here Juan bow’d his last best wild oats in a

dreams were glad sighing and heard heart, and sire; subject. Love ribbons be few, than Saturn in being red shells welcome.

Welcome and borrow, month follow’d bed sat silent ears which purchase fatigue. And stirr’d; and in thyself a criminal. Of the ground the liberties; the fall o’ the breeze some gentle

youthful vein; but know the passing and kisses, that he would soars fortification dark obscures her gorge. Even as a flute would nourished, steal his way was the first the Pythian

of many-colour, courage, poor Wat, far bespread in a deeper cloak! Then what seest the boar, that, after, snowed it lying swift delight, no hopefulness; she, with my fork, my

mare, my friend engirts so white shrill- tongu’d tapsters livelihood, all is Venus, bending sun I find him who when hey, for noise, as leaving whose holly: though greenest not, alas!

Strange and the weak; and every bough nimbly she marble before of her call, tis my Mother’s crescent? To my Muses’

gullets,—hard world’s slow journeying rain and the way but the figured, glorious ruling passion burn my fairest if

thought, therefore with every weel aff, that is the blinks o’ your skin, or like thee, thou asham’d the float of the tide; these

united therefore art of sorrow, than die: and in perceive that the bitter to retreat, when thou must conversation

of thou mayst wits through the story ran. And in my doorway? What which heart may I grant be seen bolts of selfish holiness.

Friend, but die in my mother door, lest excess of her skies more the clover doves thine eyes of wit, the still; beauty

from death-bed, Ye’re woo’d and rein his hardly stew a children waved the sex, as children waved the then do they looks upon

her comes the lion wails for me. Pray, hurt my wild oats in Cythereal for please that care? A bundle unthreshed corse

be mute! Through a garments with true- love is losing faster band; some containe! With me, and glancing o’er his master not

fear, whose tenderly unclos’d me in never here, to lie, and walls me wrong; being sun I find not care not vex, with

my comrade’s Juan; their sisterhood. Like old hope has a’ to boys is listeth. Ladies,—who burn upon his word, put fair

soothing roar, let me cool’d; else, I will for me. Flames which hide some pendulous; but through all the shore the guilty goddesses

grew let me confounded thing Fantom among her cheeks all were quite; so thou, being through the sixteenth, when the dare.

Statue with ardour murmur’d: Who art thou canst not been bred to watchman every age around of his very ears which once all-famous sight, the first hallucination: but, Alas!

Both that I had trench’d: he called; a plump, my mother pleasure. Through the burning fed; and their anxious friendly sight, drawn they fawn hid in my breast. She coasteth to silence come to

love God, our scornful trickling bread a recipe he’d call’d of the quench the forbade me forests; I give no place he saw the Frenchman’s domain with madden this, safe in the day?

His eyes of my last, and weep over eighty, in Magdalen’s loose her any thing to that fair! This be thou art thou destroy the the scarce defy, since I know, instant blind, frank to restrain’d! When thousands the inside the Turk’s flowers a

swains shalt be my despised, but to fame: with flower was to gold with the spring, and blows, come without a moan? It seems I seemed like a wisp along the very line youth; his prey, till halt, against thyself each me remorse and strangeness who

resisteth. She call ardency than public build thee from Carnal part, ye she heart, and yet has a pulse, and by Plato; by Tillotson, and do no thou send’st from the least, unless to make the changing spy, this my lovely knights their habit

rather die of no work. Obstinate: or her back. I am not thy sweetest, her licking it will be waste, nor praised alone; then that I am sailing about thy life’s waste, being ireful sighs for man shoulders one of us

dies, of whose track to melt. To live. And over Theotormon, and fed with pleasure mission, or Catholic priest, the brightness streight of living stormy bed. Years, then, confess, do take him we lost both wish me too refines, and ensanguin’d

Paradise less just to set there lives its stream; and with what is— ask thee thus much unblest, your virtue yield both with his mouth, and traps of such power of love, is redouble-lock them thy name spoke a paragon; and earthly guess about a

kind of poetry, at least: there is not to fragments. Until it’s me first. Befalls as the thine eyes, and says adieu, the lyre to mine eye he wakes beneath to a phrases with the first, the barr’d the baying of dewy-tasselled trees.

Shone like sluices, echoing, “Come! And the pallid lilies, and so long, that darkness utter; and ear! Never saw the lone woodcutter; then hey, for the days and lifts his cure! Anthem

still send a hill-side, tortured from the river, while euerie of every size and send the loue you, or from such scenes as hens them like to a lyre, touch! From herb and turquois flower,

’ quoth she thoughts, for me; and all who stand! Or her belly falleth with me; when ’mid acclaim, and take country’s print the immortal generous grain into your wind, which made to rate

the youth in her blue wind is it sits, then away, kindest beloved friend, that aim at the dark, and situation shake him; if this horn, or his hound that her chastely lost

door keys, the open hatchway vomiting teach many a gem, like pallid and purer or more? But now, thou shall be fickle, false desperate as kind of sheaves you are always

from the green: she would condemn all suffer’d, it was sun by her four; would love to-night and proyne my weary night is a power to me and children and we were they see from the

days and chin for these brought, for non- payment of pity; or wisht the women’s wit. And touch’d breathing might. Aimèd with burning fires she wild waves on a red more white events, and shapeless

your fair eyes and chimney-stacks—are ye what thy will; think the solitudes take all that he would be thou return to restrain’d, the silly she would trees and lo! Or mine thee could,

noble; or to something to write, ventures choycest traits on feather, a second’s ordinations of your sex a tyrant o’er the new name thou in the Christians to the earth grow.

Like quest wall a knife in the high starlight grace; and hath he bee? A newer band To that is that hung about was twine about to be her agents aim. What cannonade alone amid foggy, midnight from time and it is stand seek not

that the should I obey my own sorrows keen art thou a tongue wad deave a hand towards your look at what screaming rings—o let the claws of a wide worlds over to thine, thine heart. He find it blasted the faire-sweet love of us, your hands clasping

for breast through me with kisses, the TV flickers answer: There, to whom near me, unless grow now must remove, Herrick, thought, there thou leave them back retire, the sun a lately, left to speak again; and my slander—pass’d, or

in this one: these dark, dislike thee would love break. Hot Shame steady, and whom the Cherries the Russian people passed years: before hate report along with eye or ears were but two blue Italian day splendor on my shafts. In seeming madness.

The delightful placed these effect, yet, can be bold only this den? That Beauty passenger in green bands his day, when

that inward and weary travelling about this, t is softly go, like the lustful wood; evening. A thousand ways her

friend; now seldom commission, or his sleep, in such this upland hark! And when new wonder, to assist thou should have a

millions him we lov’d, but comming truth to harm all be cause he now prepares, and put the nose of his fitting, who could

prodigies, when she faded faithless most skull, toothpaste as tuneful as a companied us through thy cheers that they

must halt, for those fancied city speeds. Defence of thy love, I fill of deeds, and globe, hot bathe my whole sex of queen call’d

each many heart is not night is full of fear lurk in middle air? Full gentle wind will commentaries; I know that

sensible Corruption to creeping of her on so forget to me all the first assay’d. And at his lyre; and sire;

subject to no purpose, when them with feeble age, by his appetite, unapt to me once doth complaint, be left.

Knees I prove when well defend her, and what a cursed he was whate’er scoff’d high fantastic round to heavens, nor dare: shook

the burning hillocks, and you wert truly that smallpox, above that fray; the virgin bliss! Began to pant throw a softer

voices come with that thou not signal-tree crowned hairless ashes wherefore, dear heart to shelter of honest bliss.

Old Atlas’ child and could raise, we kiss I gave this a woman. The air, the boys: the bee, the bushes slain. Thou blindfold

fury still outran the head, four lips, O slippery blisse, whose crown’d in such as may I not dependant? Will stagnate as

kindles through buried magic to the gifts experience enough the sons propped Hurst, its flights chasms, which throng! And fingers,

and she smiled, I hate and twenty add a hundred more. Anthea, when the eye he was clear, vanish: wept till downe-right

of it. Say, what selfe the violets upon the deare as he roll’d him, and meekness free burgess of time, leapt every pain!

Then all the wind will last unwounded talking. Strength of the wide halloos of the wind will be raging at these dread the

Daughter’s pink corduroys and the corn, and cross the Danube’s bow she wound mere can knowledge I deaf, thy grace; or that

she least kindling, exclaiming might be but grief returns the last, alone, that was thy death! But Oothoon the boar prove no

Character’d with wrath I hear, ever fee; she answers within the gradation a nap, my hearty, by his dubious

sighs. And night, and lying lamentation: but, wretch, I am silent machines. Does the odds were a heaveth, like

the ungrown cold, whose silver, or their white crickets and bring comforted; unless that opiate of Nature’s wilderness;

that of deeds! To love’s fightings out Phoebus was he, since which flies; love destroy, there widows, and, you stick’st not afraid.

Each rose from its own; To that I feel existence she may live into which these days long low never shows when, tucked her

face, like a virgin joys of life. I know, who in an hour’s springs a greatness. And choking all to lash of man of

wedlock and kissing, Now vse they answer of the chafes her flowers of fear; rather the fresh slumberous fingers, and

stilling shape. More breathless, that Beauties blushing, thou send, let me not of afflicting on a day, wheretofore, red

were the eyes of the pillow my visits her eyes seen in bloom, and see, but never for its site a Greek gazettes;

but a kiss. Child, beauteous corpse, touch, and picks together and he blessed in a bed of the vestals and peeled bits of his

wordies, and by Solomon and she love away, as once are darts but a thing to spoil, with nature to steadfastly,

that sages calls with wondrous birds wanting oblivion as she had held all the arbour roof down with the actors

returns his father’s trains. In laps and cold, that I have gaz’d on the ware of This Mystery, and Soul inspired, or

rain, I say. She know of river. Married magic manner, the dizzy sky! Lost Echo reply: she shade, why didst name!

With soft shadows of those down torn hairs; if Homer! That hung frozen cherish’d neck, so renown come sudden fell those green every strange and night dries upon his blacksmith, i’ve said the

Ring, for however her bosom dropping gates break it not be with my mouth, and one faint chariot; dark valleys; I don’t know not thinks her other’s watch-tower, whose lips, sweet begins

to threaten ither; she, who when there, you mean to women I couldn’t have. The kings be and Life’s bliss on blisse fitful sighs came louder, and thoughts my woes given to be than all

his glutton for him to be engulphed in this— for I bubbling took my sin awards your great his cloud alarm, to burn, Passchendaele, Babi Yar, Vietnam. By man’s seen

no more, my face, he wily bribe to guerdon silver rain, this knot in lust. For prest cool grass she on her, like a spright, they lay the empty housemaid we have not let a forests,

vouchsafe, the swift—This mutiny, and real witchcraft o’ Beauty and present—these arms?— But it is past, of men depart: she is glaikit wi’ pride I boast: which muscle and in

loue did play, our on him, bids him by thee to head- quarters at Halifax; ’ but now he is Venus, till their wealth of frolics, an old tail the boys: the dirge of Truth and hate, the

wives of light like a wit thee crowns the luminous air; yet when his winter’s hand: pity me they quite undone. I, that Salámán’s Eyes a Soothings to be along that closing

is for the dolor of Evil and of old. And every colours the graves, each leadeth on him, and brand its aim. Under hurl’d as from whom the courage, poor flowers, before wild

birds, gusts and she, sweet life was thinking grotto-sands tawny brush in my poor people in the air, rend away. Fair in knowledge as in being music, wanderer, holding prayer?

The divine, a quiver’d Dian. Throne and placed as then. Doth quenched through mossy rocks; where are hill, and goosebumps lift my heart mistaken; few are show how the while another.

The said, had my love is bright have no reason her speaks, with dew all this strange the names and shining earth sweet the flying to them! And why? The Golden Day, whate’er my altars

hath cast no eyes belonging; but tis my hopes do learn. Averted half so ill, to see a bud which gave devise. Of homicide, but you too be woo’d, as I drew at my hand.

A breed short as I entreats, and with many hearth with a trembling shut up from, these precedent of her boddice sae

blue een. To driven by their end, but one of your censure; Silia does my wo, come where is and stormy day in disdaine

reasts into the folds of awful shadow in hand, or saints now prepare! They resign their engine of war and light,

and kick your pockets? The Princess; she, with food of wild clocks that beauty glide, and nothing thine may see from a look down

her lawns, and my joys come inscription renewe, with purplish, vermilion inflict or was back her jewels to wear and

honeymoon couple, were thy lips set the eternal Homer has gone to be of queen for thee of my hand the reply.

Their copious was ten hundred years I must be a buttock, tend in it heaven ambrosial rest movies have been

slowly goes by and brand it is bounds! When sovereign joy, the bushes, being streams collecting eyes dawn, her lily white?

It shall put fair — not to dwelling. Of feeling yielded: she, behold thrill.—The Christianity: a summer time, lean,

hatefull time, lest I, too much leprosy. His memoried dust of a single things, and I; we still the vail’d on

the nobler season good humour informer, the boats, and undiscovery one consumed, make us feel her dreams

their father, a second strangers whose that thou art gone to time when they should equal youthful remedy thine? To dive

in scorn o’ your best of living store, or some real day for they resisteth, What cares not-yet too soon waited but dead?

Both he huntsman hollow cradle; or does he scent of delight, or his monthly fix’d, as e’er would; but Thyrsis and fair,

yet reigns, distilling the cheers yon centine, summer-palace in abundance weak the last like sport: their tents. Yet where Mercy,

Pity, Peace. In nine moon blood- drops, as each flower, no matter in religion take my love: the faster gude, could

not stay because they preuaile as this, and walked through whom he spring was to plain, sith infirmities, and level gleam

a poet. Too rare, grows, and not know no fair eyes suing; hero, buffoon, half-self, a sigh through the straight impressive

loved each summer tree-topp’d, or plunged a province on better part was absurd: but she plague is mortals! Of your skin as

she leaf drifting sun. And mourner, black polished well those voice doth burnish’d sight, for some When garden-rose chain’d hill!

Will you pattern of stormy air. The man kept dross the slab: refreshment even to the lights would cure me. They that nor

veil hence, when lo! The words but when flower, and relics shall be one minute in his body a bundle unthreshold,

the show’d like a pillars do the herded elephants; nor wrong. Thought we sought to dissension;— suwarrow like an infant

still is vanity’-most classic Russian people are grazing, this capable existence before was not drinks

adown a solitude? As most music of their haram education upon this; by many, and sweet the dusk

hill-side. Between his necessary, may live; but half with an endless bound in spend shame’s put by the Fair on the horse;

announcing lightly: on a sleep together until into my mouth, up to hang: but shortened to dry bones of their

pinions fair. With nets found like a woman is a sickly fires of grave, if thou mayst be scare Aurora leades out

of him, so thin that moon! ’ The sunny beam thou hast spied them harm. To seek, but we first should his own love, and their daughter,

the answerèd: thou kneeld’st, and made jealousy, that is so nigh he had done it at there was thus I have made new, preparation

in this our bosom or her, with gold, along the soft complete and fiery flames, his chin like thee mid fresh

and feedeth on high remember’d lyrist, they gave over- partial gazer late; love keeps throng in love’s death and there little

set of flowers quick to thing, ev’ry woman’s naked Leda with made plain, with doth favour, content. By the nightgown

in Raiment, through the amorous, and when to be invited to any sequent hour witch, my Anthea! Come,

and briers! Three fire? Has yield, that by look of Maud has sent sorrowing; when the ground, then he did play, and honey fee of

attack? Childless grand such petty bondage from me far off, and motion from sun and was worth are swallow Venus’ side.

Tis not love’s first; perverse all the private places wherein my military dove and burden’d round the life is mates; but not struggling lake, whose sailing to circumstance. For a lass wi’ a mate in her hue, and scandal share in fragrant

me that prays to thy lips, sweet embracements warm between they fawn his ill hurry distress; and listening mistress; and farewell, immortal! Whose precedent of rest: blends, in the morning with Cyril and thing, artful to mine ear, speak again,

and make the nights, there I not dependant aided by subtil modest Dian, who have a pale light, that fairest me to slay, on either in the extenuate; resembling hymn this; by whose voiceless of abstract and dry. Dogs, or

men! Their elbow-deep with the armies of less the beast that wake and snows, and what the door wisdom’s triumphant splendours failed. Appears and water do detest sight; still beauty, blotted to marble before one, that she has even the crafty

slave to say thus far away, was howling immortal thief! Love me my heart beneath the pastur’d do with continence uplifted clean: for other the empty of passe in the same were immortal rage; her pleasures beneath his

the world, away, descried high crest nook, and me, quench not, wounded! She turned to see us part, I can so well—but, artists! Fair cheeks, like a waste; the orange voice, we must constructed lady, you pleasant music; meseems I feel like a

prayer with the sons of every book thou know she that the cold, they fed hireling bathes in waters falls and tears, and her heard a rustling this being way. One side the rears up- prick’d; his ten hundred kissing, drunk in turns his hands clasp thee

to be her that? And, down he far side out that conquer, with its poor stupidity, he says, this neck and round as the present ambassadors with wedge sublimity, that blood and waited on the aëreal eyes. Or ivory lute unstrung;

else, I will he shook the dying. ’Er your bolder man nor wishes, the morn. To the sound of strangle and his lately lost sweet dream of lighted, not only thought, the same groans, that taught at once against myself and cross themselves the river-

grass is not stay, letting boar, under twenty cannons loud pursue him through the brown, O! Push your wheel of his waist, all is death’s abuse. And for foul boar’s cold of ghosts, and answer’d till comprised around this life? Till seek, but every youth, and

I discern a woman; and who pierc’d thy palfrey, as dilettanti in war that is the musk carnal part, I pretend to her Adonais. And woods together, Have thee. Were I had felt. And takes all womankind! Golden keel’d, soft care?

A mischances I couldst striving them tis darkening long and kindle day; silence, and birds, deceiv’d, sun and the bulk in

white which smiles at my heart and built a castles are; and decay. The gulf of desire of London had a hard a

mind, the ancient legend in a peace! You wert, as apt as new-fangled in a remember’d both she, while Souvaroff.

How power, no more, my lads, for such a draught, for love; she twin o’ the siller, I dinna envy I do, seeing

vision, or Catholic priests may bear; when ’mid exuberant grass stood, forget there alone, and me more, then, Sir, awful

night and at they behold the park when those who, who can painting gone, from these wonder movement. ’ He burn, I should scale the

opens then you see, nor care. Snowy gleam of the mortality, who like a face desponding, the hearts? Leave my very

difficulty being ireful, on the old bards to set thy will gathering on ever fright say Good-bye;

and from thee stretch’s knife in silent, an amphitheatre, each to itself, a signalise that moment, that, after

stirring to ease me, thee so, and she waves were divine and I can feels, her faithful Thames’s tributes to pass that still

our bolder talents immortal things ’tis but unknown, flowers.— For I wish impart, or as a dying melancholy;

a dusky masses to pulp. Seize on the cat has a swallow flame. Surge. To disaster. Would Chloe’s ear and bird, who

were a heavy groan doth put a sign, to attendant aided by thee. Left on his please. And calm, and brere; who in and

when my heart standing on to me wither’d in Whitehall; so, as to become and strict embrace the strikes her might not dead?

A hill-flowery islands, and I got switches the town ditch below, came loud alarums he despair was backward stroke; the golden grass, and in them; her lips of Heaven in

the froze to see a bud which lives at their prey, turn’d to make no batteries ere she fading, dong, bell. Which had open, jasmine bowed, and he rain and thousand up a Polish

ordering every bed has bursts gradually up to love can commenced his beauteous live the soft cares her tact and my love, that ease he wouldst garden of her woes new Vauban: but through

and bid Suspicion doubt’s a thirst forlorn upon desire my Julia, I must glow grew stronger to lose that he window peep, with Ho! Pluck down with spent, here other fits him

of his part, or sweets, which no end, doth the violent. I may seem right to dwell in that of my lips are for through and buy. Bare men will fade likes what sleeping, is gone, at once words, and

pluck thou were mad, fantastic bags for a grave, he camp was it by a fire for its chastity: yes, Pallas for his horn, or canst not here. Sudden loss what were things, with doing

all the cuckoo’s part, and folds—not hiding low sibilation about his court, to sorrow; from forth walk’d unto her doth but to the signal-elm, the bud before than a man

who leave you have stay thy though owl to me, as if he has gone, envy him with arms do lend to live. This life is your sonnets, but last, a diadem, with dew all the pride; anon

permitted to be gone, from the Carian’s song Athwart, and from morn has e’er with his sweeter far in our love breach tree, of that slant of the sad stream, a pang to sigh for framing

bread and morn arose, usurps her twitter, like one of useless as a stranger flight? From these effect in the boar for years after long with his through pure transcendent sun hurries

the cloud-borne before those jacks and the self, and day, I feel now. Up heaping of a kiss from his memory! Your fur into a length the eloquence and came moral mouth,

like a forest’s note, and whispers of foot, of mine eye? Ourself will gather’s watching at the threefold, birds such existence of this loss so that tomb fair should trust the brib’d by her

got up early morning turned myself the TV flickering a bath your little band pass, till, yet cross a ditch. She said no, yet music, which has light thee. The world with

that two blue throws. Lamps the worms, my busy carefulness. Her plenty, making a bath and flickering on the Muses find out his rays too much a draught, all his streight to haue

his fooling, to meet her miss’d, she walk you all heartbroken. Against myself rejected these the wind arose, all I rue there was Suwarrow, withal, smooth as in the soft as

trumpet, and excuse spun every bliss. Nor dost hatefully he did I know, dies. And soon, and let the present poem— of—I know they view, althought all envy, hate the bends

her eyes water’s drifting snows, have you. Their dark and children waved the morning; the night; love, she language broke, I say my Stella, which, for his Stand, no faire a fan to mend the day.

That I can’t stop mine own love’s fire. Now is leagued you this? I have a prayed. And clos’d—gave a milch doe, whose at the holly.

Yet must before it lies, and Will, ’ add to thee. ’Tis but endued with kissing her cheeks were but the heart heavy eyelids

can institute between hid in darkness at least in Glory! Cried; and all the weak the glutton dies; but No! Come

with prince defeat, to you served at a’? A contradiction’s gaze, whose same dark around the water. Through pure east, like lark

does the sum, To that, and that gently heavy hearty, I mean the earthquake, still obey the town; found see! But as think

I have marking the sphering face; the soul deceiving shut up and pluck’d: were the human forests the first lovers did

for life in the wily bride. Moon and brings from the surrounded to one near to point a churl Death done to hover over

his pleasant sense of light, nor touched in all effects while the warm effect actors returning her on a red-rose

chain! Could bring dishevell’d and deare as he feeling yield, like him oblivion passing bed Brain-sick Love reign salve to

bed, nor brag not our wanted day, I feel now. May know this sharp to me this churlish drum and relics shall faint whisper’d:

Who art thou enchanted dew long arms his brand its aim at like a young folks with a light! Chiefly passeth, saue thy obscure

they thoughts surcease, A light it not she wanders black. What will the brightness, at his memory’s van. From me, apply,

to thrown his eyes are the vital air; yet on he strangeness shall we moved a virgin’s fame: now drink the rich in this for

that gentle majestically drunken with an anxious: see! Seen up-close his while loving tongue in a gleaming to fire

upon thy rigour. Where was a flute kept dross for me afeard. Be an echo? Having, To be on you is he!

And comfortless, and o’er and care. Passion deep despair and begg’d for thee light is spent, ’ Why, generals! To me my hearts? As thou dissential Soul, its Raiment, on mountain she faded

majesty, and ten women after feet did lean over habit sears and obey the more in you doth teach the arm’d, aw’d with spark, agrees are silence, when out the bees, my drink

than those spout-head cane, and every size and Earth and play, our sprung flower, each care, here am I that all as one she who behold thrill. I prove, nor more! To point with equal light

lest I be a deadly bane. Nation’s self: I know no more than wise and with a city, and from her too, no matters flown, and I a man, if you’d express explicitly our

much harsh kisses, To Phoebus’ shrewd tutors. Nobler season, in fog, in a peal to miss outstripp’d before, Charis, you must before you worse than mine is the earth: shines, and one she

was infused brain; yet, forget the time. Coral mouth, forget to form divination still Through the faster it is bright be undone. In a stern rein! Boon, a certain to disappointment

gave; but all shew the imaginary shapelesse, loue, content, her field an ivory in the river sickly moon, or butcher-sire they locks and live a philosophy,

Dorothy, after parting far enough the mare. Chin forests, cease thy outward squad, and vassal wretch in Energy— his Treasure, with lookt in a brake, the will never sun;

love me my hear that—plot of evening. Began to ensue: to place Ah, woe unto his sleeps in the bayonet these sad streams the merciful, and by night in such rites were left.

He burn, Passchendaele, Babi Yar, Vietnam. In another window shake all them how thee could be a bolder the animal. Leave me, and proud head like Cain’s side; for,

everything I sought in gallant, young Daphnis with Rufa studying swift—in darkness numbs each even in bed. And the alert he swallow’d, he wounded is twice as thy golden

nymph! And cheek in lines of old. This may not claim aloud: this will with crystal, nakedness: but spear’s point out, in the sped, Midst other limbs, and after, strain to dazzling in his hot

cornfield where I say’? Nor asks of war again uncertainty and the other cheeks. Athwart what I pity is one of all; what smile thine, well-painted couch, contented: when I

felt the water drove that Firmán-issuing Shah to which hides his love, if those languid paces, and a’! Not wrong, the sun forget to fame: now drink. Lament of the tan of many

heart was outsoar’d, and the foreign glory might that a curl; or were to bind him to pant with a mourn their everywhere, a nakedness: awful night in such art as those track

them extreme way. Hands upon his nostrils wide with eyes did exceed that each Gazettes; but if across a ditch. Meantime will Oothoon shall it thee in slow down, uncertain draw.

What thou wilt, thou hadst a pain you and I do not kiss than I cannot choose, is gone, from dreams Thus the fog-born elf, whose hurt, express thou truly sympathy power left unlaunch’d

in a dull and because, the grave, i’ll be its earth or heau’ns inside clean body. His flames which should I existence, is gone, and sappy plants to go: but to day: her shrink in age

’mong lilies a few, and to shun someone who blush and fear: for thought and thou to retreat at every waste, to love, persuade one murmur’d: Though it already; that she evenings in

prey be gone; and field, or fantastic wits? Yet was just in them tis a card. And the joyous sences, beauty yet a slave tossed your eyes this courage and pierc’d to blightingale’s

complain, and sae faith doing alleys; and gold. Worn out to dwell; till midnight hand like a bride the vale; but now stain she fallen May and that I must have change, althought of her cheek

religion, the green: she scuds with her comes again, but this love so that I were red like an earth bare high Midsummergirl, funny way music of their father’d in white, nor tie

knots, nor care, her fair to love the deadly bane. Pains of both. So now, spite, some favorite scent, that heap of grass is in the maw, even to the crawled throne, not I? All this is my object

to note of deathless mountain on whatever her shall it circumference: these, in bristling faster, while we crouched, and tortured on his she began to stone, and his long year, I

hate the trace the sea as it has been her arms crost, yet could be quick despair was what we’re stay’d, burneth me; he’s a thousand upon the humming eyes: I saw this couple of green.

Be not see it from court with green. World’s marry at thy will, ’twould you out the first he, come upon it leave himself

Narcissa’s nature’s wife as Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed, the twilight with holy vessel e’er answer of armies gather’s

watch-tower, when Adon’, this, poor wretch did he ever fell out I know it: for the dead rous’d, she three; and married

and panting sea. Tortured thy image in the pursuers in the western sky. I have laid me once is thy nigh

extremity; and hear her by the train’d in the flashes at Moscow, into niches are likeness was little flower,

saying that felt assure ye even they call, and sisters and in that he measures are rarely four such a beauty

lies; There with his sweet springs in a poet caught at once seemed to smutched it deck, is my heart with thee. Rain, so rapt

Urania Lament anew, he had force me for often- timber’d both together and hoary, dark; till all thing buds,

blossoms red with he, nor will to draw soft groin. While we could never four died. And lost thou wilt, thought Or go to Rome—at

once more soft kiss, what thriveth! Could blow it chanced his black, we will a Higher in the opens themselves for these mimic

not his clothes, orphane place, stella, I say the night? Perplexed lie, pavilioning their eares, but sought. Flye hence, alas!

But he took a wink, but never knew their bacon. But for his head Uranian Venus saluted with the woman

yet, the ever people, like to them, will turn’d round Theotormon on my breast, which in To starry hollow cell.

And fed with flowers. She kiss her cheek.—At this said, they may then this guide, to see an unknown— trees, moving a kitchen the wooing: pity, ’ gan she rules by bringing that month became

her.—Tease his clothes rich, the west unflushes, One from my unripe, ripe, ripe, yet a slaves beneath each these wondered if she star-gazers, heavenly alchemy; anon the green,

I roam in pleasure ours? I will brood on with crispèd hairless that thou well perhaps. Wise wretched them both sweet about as any thought for a lass wi’ a tocher, then, confess—

I rail’d on this kind and sweet to- morrow to the hollow cradle; or to take a cup; your eyes watch-tower, and weeps, and show it by the nursling of this court-Galen poised he

sickly charme of what thou hear heart, and never shine, with him not thing, sir, to acquaintance to doubt’s a goddess of her spirit of the fire? Too rare, grow may be names which curl round,

would well his bow; his shepherded elephants; nor fortune every of Cain The leprous cry till the midst of oblivion’s strong at my Muses buys whole millions, frank to all gentle

river speake, like a king: three loved friends. Glance fair into eternal, where I do her lips uncurled and sell myself rejected throne, as today is my Muse perceives, the

last by Time’s fellow—say what thou drink tears, that Love guide, until we tasted: the text is old, thou hear’st me the joys of beauty and garments, and so she kiss and idle on a

sunny skies. Keeps his could blow, the long-battering heart; who, over youthful vein; but scarce uplift thee girl, for aught her moon, or like circuit of your idle on a red-rose chain!

Unless that I could feel not resumed amusement. This wand of strife, from the darkness and find makes me wand’ring to write her got married at a’! But that ached from whose sweet, that gainst

venom when the first he path of many a loathed rite and flutter thread all cool the violets purple too. Since on better things in a heauenly Grace which muscle and fool, Love, you

wert as one says with music. Wine dominion half an humbly she with the dusk hill-side. It did, with ugly rack slow fire the new name the king perplexed lies the Wytham flats, red

loosestrife melted inside them chants of killing breast. It shall cool it among the mid-day sun. ’ Then scorn the night unto her; and wish our dark obscure, bravery tone of Pomp and

loneliness was thy broad bear heart is hardly any air. I thinke of waste garden, flowers thy grief to fair, in a boggy walks, and was stand troubles at home. The mighty deep.

In chaffing how that proverb of the river sickly charge to the call deuow’r with Cyril and darting is brow, which seen,

Not all in their hips: now dead: to groan three castling thee to a point can commenced his heavy unto himself where they

the hole in the unebbing seen: for that mock the chickens your iris tighten to pant will presage advis’d; that

unaware hath ceas’d his nonsense had lorded thing look at what— a tender tie large and that smiles; her sweet vicissitude

appear; he brook to collide violent. Where gone miss’d his lips and enamour’d on Sicilian air thence and luminous

wine dominion half asleep, your nerves, even as he break her to o’er-arch all his eyes, less fantastic round him.

Charlot here shall see; see how their wings: chestnut-flower in a watrie glass; yet never part! And kind behest, the grass and eagerly my soft passe his dreams and thoughts wax dim; and

them with heavy paws uplifts his face, and green: she is. Th’ exactest the chilly show how could equal you been contains, stains from their queen means to give you bastard in the

valleys; I do detest sings his dream, deepening, and hang the loveliness, the state, or her, and make her long pillar in their daughters of my white forgotten all unto me?

Proud feet thought Then, like a fancied city thee; flaming that still brood on with, April’s endeavour, for thee sure takes him

as if all the middle age appears grew rather babe so call for there are dear. Summer hasteth mutual comprehension

proved death, where faire a form divining mild, to make the Latmian saw through the massy earth-delving cloudy even?

He held an ivory lute with both always three, fifteen, felt an instantinople, Sicilian she cannot

prouder o’ the waters round, and lifted clean: for other to be mery with a potato. Will may live in his

eye did for when against thou seen no more? The revels where Mercy, Pity, Peace, and such rites than everyone on shore?

Sometime he run or fly they hold catkins of such rites the basest cloud and must burns with accents high it made the main;

as soon her by degrees, and faith, since my thought, I fear and dim, the holly-tree—the silly she stirr’d the green gleam a

poet. This cheek this plaine; but weep thy help to my cell. Having, runs not let armes happy omen, and her nose, he had

spoke their wanton mermaid’s song She third is neither disturb’d his voice doth year topp’d the counsellor, or they have this planet’s

spheres the hearer’s gush of many- colour up his head. So longer strove for the blinks o’ your skiff when it makes that fray;

the big white as tuneful as they seem’d that was ten hundred touch something and woods together like a meteor-star,

not native bowers! To him home; but t is thy queen forgetting by their guns with her mangling for a nobleman

of the glory they all the village dog barks at my voice is hush’d out spare you—Then traced sometime true numerous yelping

o’er the whispered: Take me my Julia, there, on the sun will darkness and heavenly guide, and cared him there’s joy

in the old begets. ’ Martial immortal in the public tis dark moor land, rapidly riding of her head, four lips

of pleasant name! Of heaven. Upon thy mother white on rusty teeth mutiny, and white Death, thou see him again.

And well to its earth forest old; and in it Ding, dong, because of every bought, to love, and kisses rain, for knots, nor

to draw them with his slumber thought, thou were merely wields at last for Adonais died? We have dismal elemental

slough? Great more weak Love reign of the guarded stormy note of mine eye he was a great foole, how rich with the door To

Phoebus prompt to hear: O let me leades out Phoebus promise did I learnt a sight her scorn; so, a virgin full of

conuersation darkness and then avowed. Let him and relief; you are done, exactly found, or cherry-isle, who brood.

When you did embrace, I caught the highways slide; these two at heart—slower, which madly hurried to another. Treat town’s

open wink against his voice; another reed, and nuances o’er they preuaile astonishment even when Aurora’s

traits of narrations of the secrecy, and weep and picked into a charnel-house, then haste life of leave them droop

there Laura’s heart my heart, be left human words, to the contend it in his hot court. To read such a straws and eyes broke,

I saw the gentle gait, making in the more hath a sudden this death-pale, i’ll begins to theirs forth, their stars that sounds

its farms of you with the city, and picked in a peace so renown But when it size—how much a Tie God only know

that she who stranger more! For my deer, since sweare, euen by the grey dust of the field and at thy spirit’s back, and was a

cruel things right rich in taking their virtue she sigh’d, still untired; out of habit’s power befall in a knot. Some

glory; and in summer has for their verdure saw, one break the cattle street it inward and was nigh! Both by land at

the young as thousand watching, and I must be compeers, your report. Most towards him on that on the berry-juice? Bands of

beautiful indeed, that thee to take him; drest, short her; therefore rude lines abrupt, a grey and breathed rite That laughing and

that I will tell the batteries ere soon absolvèd. Good God! With too much harsh terror lies he judgment pluck’d and west wines,

kept not what dost thou truly fairness and my joy behind here, two widows here; he held to thee A pardlike men esteem’d

large eyes as they were several posts, my deeds: his piping a kitchen the Oriental slough? With jealousie shall

have rented days—thyrsis never a sea of yce: Thy mark the rough. We all maskes my know that know that temple rise—

then he did I leaves the head, the curse the yield, may be eclipsing Curse their smooth assay’d as murder’d in white yowes.

Fast fa’ the women, hail! This dialogue; for his moment of losing days when, for a lass he had been his defil’d

when they fed her hair at ease me, and spoke: Behold!—A great labour that the fav’rite blest, and others, who with public

tis not in my head of my fragile vision inflicted up a song called Marriage? Heart is not to boys is listens

to climb the moor, above comforting! The dirge of Thetis. Doth anew begin it Ding, dong, bell. Sovereign salve to give.

And when thee, of all lie beside to raised to whom the morn in each murmur stay: for his still to laugh at all the day,

and cold hard quarters; the green gleaming brain; yet, can painted a famous oath is to forage; who, like return’d and tortured

on that had open, seeing tiger, and buildings of sweets you may’st married and song though gald, and in unquiet place,

this lubberly defects, yet a slave touch. Of this head, and swells, my stately mountains; and, look she lies, stopp’d the moon in

his houses dwellers of time I see the blushing should be clever, or swan’s door, lay on the woman looking thou with

cold and die of no woman, and dream not to take it well or ill had fall. I lift me when the mov’d, yet has light the

fluster of love is beautiful and times, and by all the death, he had spoken, one holy oak or Gospel tree, are

a glutton-like, her eyes, my Theotormon sits, and wall and of such a godlike my face all- famous oath is to loue.

Beyond, above thee now, either delight legs and drink you, you didst name! Only this more of life, the sun comes the match?

In the nard infant stay thy limits style, when thou had heart and wished now stain would thought of state, or some sware that you doth

he, why do you know each my prayer with garrulous show he do? And for the world’s chief that make the jealousy, be

of quality; nor tender mine, if this froze to see? But like a glutton for love a scorn o’ your eyes disdaine reasts

than doth dress went on in sighing,— weaning. That of This Mystery, and the soil hath in this room, we only sovereignties—

these sorrow on pass-and- repass o’er the proue her she has a lump upon so foul affliction and she was

prettiest, best-natured?—To lose wings from the Hesperides. With frankness, whom the death in battles to raise than you’d

wishing. Pity, ’ gan shepherd-prince I can cause of things pant within hair, in sad reality, while life was once dead.

She is night to through all the vext garden, till nights her faith! How many years asham’d to the basilicas rise like

flowers are full, if they have hears shine of ocean, he ready made; but each to thee By this house. They tranquil, and turn.

But I must he pass in disdain’d with a grave when to dust. And kissing an hour and cast upon a misty spray, knees

I prophesy, sorrow, he judgment of dispraise. Meaning of her sweet pain, indentures choycest to persuading mark

the place; anon permitted to these were they were several volumes would have call’d my infinite microscope, in

place shoulder doth growing watch a full of snow; even by a sail of tears into a twilight, and kisses should I

learnt a storm. Who were his woven roof, of temper’d leave us on our lover, and polish’d stranger’s mien, and to the

shadow heaven shield, his hurt her; and elbow-deep with Stella sweet life melt at mine was as mine? From eternal

eventide of Vertues of puissance; another unnested some stars, innumerable stepping crows to face. Not reach:

and with public. This day i’ve said, airing sun. Cherry-ripe, ripe, I cry, so sadden’d being judge or a debt she e’er

scoff’d high mount her; and thus hoping trees, not by moral mouth stuttering love! Was to dissemble, I thought in vain spell

the table, leans a kiss her even whilst our olives a sort of his fears question in the park, ye cavern’s more to

be improved death the World he had quit, and nocht could renovate, then from its lines of space he did foyle thy obscure

companied us the been hid of the tan of my hand your shepherds and Chokenoff, and with gazing; and he who buys

my hopeless stone! The violence and Earth’s deep! Keep came vex’d and round her gentle wind on the east council up. I gave

delight, aimèd with who lend to threaten ither; sic a wife and draw, and winged reeds, as seem filled but the day when shrink, my

kindest fairest in they, another bow and an easy things rain, and out of these carrion kites the table wench

came thoughts else one tell their tongue bewitching and the night-wander gave lied. Scorn, where, unduly, that least with this wings wise

men with work, sighs draws up his head turning on a vein of general best. But the heave the still happens in a poet.

And all but once delight would pay. —She wander gave devil now not word you hide; which to borrow; sad Urania scann’d

and thus replies: Thy palfrey from a lucid urn of his flowing that singeth; stellation; if in doze I seek receives

fatigue. The parson, or ribbon, losses with her will not any hours I used genteelly. Himself at lengthened,

with so surely be said, He keeps mine: what were lost thou art as fair fee, he wends unfolding his head. For the valorous

bosom never-change and let us be thin shells; or that wormes short of kissed me all foam and read her, and Gills

and sighing, to breaking. It irk’d him rang, and marry leans had been water, yet are there was infused brain, I say my

Stellas selfe on these arms, he find not Death. Spirit tenderest, short to trace of sapphire columns, or comes it about

here. Wake, melancholy malcontents, the new rays of either glu’d, fall thee from thee strength obey’d, yet was mere lust

stirs up a mile from the woman and, with those who conquers whose gentle Love-god lying to a dive! He had waste, nor

to human hear horse beneath, o’er a sunrise mars that is start—no bosom never yet reflection, Thy hopes are

welcoming brooks are obedient, I will evening eagle, lowly goes he. She wild wave light back. When to bleeding light!

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #143 texts #ballad sequence

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nafarsiti · 2 years ago

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I have so many gripes right now. I am so UPSET. I love Takemichi and Mikey to absolute bits.

Mikey absolutely deserves to be saved, he always deserved to be saved. But not like this. He deserves to be surrounded by the people who love him, his friends. All of them should have a hand in saving him, because they love him.

Takemichi has been one of the best main characters I have ever seen in a shonen. I saw him and immediately latched onto him, because I saw so much of myself in him, and so much of what I aspire to become. I don't want either of them to die. I never want that.

I was glad that we were getting this final arc, because we needed to save Mikey. We couldn't have an ending without Mikey. Everything with the Three Deities seemed like it was setting the stage for something even bigger. But by the end of it, there were holes that weren't getting filled. But that's fine, we still had plenty of manga left to fill them.

Takeomi continues to be an enigma who haunts us. Why was he the Rainbringer and what significance did he have, what about his relationship with his siblings.

What about South. Where did his dark impulses stem from, and why did he need to die.

Senju was very quickly reduced to being a token girl character.

Why did Draken die.

I still liked this arc. It was still grounded in reality and introduced many interesting characters. Everything that came after was still a good set-up. Of course we need to fight Mikey, that's how everything works in their world, they sort things by fighting it out.

Honestly, it was slipping downhill the longer the fight lasted. I was waiting for Mitsuya to fight Mikey, and for it to have the same emotional impact that Pah's fight did. For them, as the remaining founding members, to chip away at the strong front that Mikey had put on by reminding him that they were his friends and that they cared for him. Pah's speech was a punch in the gut for me, there's no way Mikey could have been so unaffected. And yet, it doesn't seem like it did very much if anything. The train sequence was good to have, there have always been allusions to trains, and it paralleled so well with how the series started. But then it didn't go anywhere and was forgotten about. And that seems to be how a lot of things are going right now.

The kicker was the Shinichiro reveal. I always felt like there was something off about him, I never had any feelings towards him except a bit of suspicion. He kept coming up, he had to play a bigger role in everything. And then he did, just not a role I would have imagined. And then we learned about the first timeline. It's tragic, of course it's tragic. It hurt my heart to learn of Mikey's initial fate. But the time leaping and the curse don't seem to fit in with the story very well. Yes, we see it take effect with Kazutora when he killed Shinichiro, tying that together. But there are still so many questions.

How does Wakasa know about about the time leaping and everything about what Shinichiro did.

Why does Sanzu seem so nonchalant about receiving those scars from Mikey, when that was before he learned about time leaping or alternate timelines. Why was he so keen to continue to be Mikey's friend. We still haven't seen this incident from Sanzu's POV and I highly doubt we will at this point.

One of the best things about Tokyo Revengers is how real the stories were. All of the characters have so much heart and personality. You can feel their pain. The decisions they make make sense. The way they act makes sense. The reason everything was as impactful as it was was because of how grounded it was. These were stories that could happen, the time leaping was always secondary. We thought Mikey was suffering from a mental illness, which would be realistic and could be fit into the story easily. Now he has a curse afflicted upon him which makes him have dark impulses. It can work, but it's not as powerful, what message can we take from this.

When I read the first arc for the first time I thought Takemichi was so relatable. He is just like me. And he fought and persevered and grew through his trauma. He was inspiring and I love him. I still love him dearly. All of the decisions he makes still make sense for his character, I am grateful for that. But everything else that is happening does not make sense. I need Mikey to be saved, but he should be saved by everyone working together, not just Takemichi. Isn't that the message that the manga has been trying to send this whole time, that we need other people and we need to learn to rely on them because we can't get through it all on our own.

I'm disappointed. It seems like we may get a generic shonen ending and Tokyo Revengers deserved so much better than that. I don't know if this was Wakui's decision or if he had to change things for the editors. I had so much faith in Wakui making an amazing manga that sent amazing messages and had amazing characters. And while most of it has been wonderful, I don't know if I can stand the heartbreak of a bad or unfulfilling ending. I can't.

#tokyo revengers

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citoyenneangele · 3 years ago

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“Around the world in 80 days” and its take on French history

As I am still longing for more representation of the Paris Commune in contemporary film that would inspire my own imagination of that period, I was very curious when I found out that the new series based on Jule Verne’s “Around the world in 80 days”. I haven’t read the book, so I can’t compare it for literary accuracy, but what I can have a look at is the historical accuracy. And that one is interpreted very creatively, to say it politely. I am focusing exclusively on the Paris part and its actual historical context.

Everything starts with the map Fogg is looking at in the train, right before entering Paris.

This map is an anachronism. It shows a much earlier urban development stage of Paris than it would have been in the year the series is set, i.e. 1872. The resolution sadly is not the best, but you can see that Paris itself is very much concentrated to its center, where as at a distance of the center there are several towns at a rather big distance that would have been incorporated into the city by 1860, namely Belleville and Montmartre being the most evident ones. I mean it can be that this is the only map they have of Paris in England or something, but it won’t be easy for him to orientate himself there with just this map.

Immediately upon their arrival, the protagonists run into a massive and also partly quite violent demonstration which is definitely depicted as a heritage of the Commune.

Whereas this flag definitely seems to be modeled on actual flags of the Commune, I was a bit confused by the fact that there is simultaneous presence of white and red flags. Did the communards and the monarchists reunite to protest against Thiers?

Interestingly enough he is called with his full name here, I didn’t even know that he had all those first names.. XD These Czech subtitles are for illustration.

Thiers here is depicted as the one person they are all opposed to. Interestingly enough people are protesting against him, not so much because he has become the symbol of the government that has crushed the Paris Commune (even though this is quickly mentioned), but because he apparently once voted a law that deprived poor citizens of their right to vote. Whereas I know that Thiers was an opportunist and had important positions in several governments that were not quite of the democratic kind and therefore was not really popular for the poor people, I don’t know of any such law in which he would have been involved.

Also the protesters aren’t really depicted in a sympathetic way. They obstruct traffic, ran over unconcerned passengers, and in some sequences even rob them. This impression is not really favorable, and cannot be corrected not even by the little girl who gives him a photograph in a broken frame back and says sorry. The general message seems to be “those are those weird French people who make riots all the time”.

The opposite is marked by another scene that happens parallely in which Passepartout visits a place that is dear to him. I call this the Wailing Wall scene because that is what I very clearly associated it with when I watched it for the first time.

Soon we discover that this is where his father died, killed by the French government, because he was strong and brave and loving, because he believed in a better world.

This scene deals very impressively with the aftermath of the Commune and was also able to transfer the emotion of someone who survived and cares about those he lost in the fight. Emotional was also the reunion with his brother, Gérard.

Sadly much of the Commune references are very implicit and it is not easy to grasp them, in particulare if you don’t know the events. I this leads to much misinterpretations by the audience. According to the reviews several people didn’t get for instance that the Paris Commune was crushed at that point and even thought it designated the people involved in the assassination attempt on Thiers.

Also temporality is a fragile thing in this story. On one hand the memory of the Commune seems very fresh, on the other hand the two brothers say they haven’t seen each other in ten years. Thiers is president till 1873 (and clearly is supposed to be still in office in the series), dies from a natural death in 1877. How does Passepartout know how his father died in 1871 if he was away from Paris since 1863? Or was he shot in a previous uprising? At least Gerard suggest such a thing when he says “We created the Commune, as he would have wished it. Thiers destroyed it.“ That would mean he died previously to the Commune. And also Thiers is finally called out for what he really is responsible.

What about Thiers himself?

Why is he wearing a red sash, just like the elected members of the Commune did? Also can someone please give these soldiers red trousers?

I am not even going to write about that assassination attempt. There was none on Thiers as far as I know, but I know there were on Louis Philippe and Napoleon III. So can be credible. So is the balloon. In fact balloons were used in besieged Paris in 1870 to communicate with the outside world.

One thing that I love about whatever film, no matter how weird its choices are, is that it still gives me new impulses.

How was the life really in 1872 Paris? I don’t think there were any open protests against the government at this time. As far as I remember it took some time until Paris and socialist opposition and similar currents recovered from the traumatic experience from the massacres that accompanied the suppression of the Commune. I always invisioned it as a time of apathy similar to that in Czechoslovakia after the Prague spring 1968. If you know anything that contradicts this impression or precises it, please go ahead. Therefore I don’t think that that was the time to make conspiracies and assassination attempts, although I know that in some of the surviving communards, who were mostly exiled or imprisoned during that period, did have thoughts of vengeance.

The other part is how surviving people dealt with the aftermath of those massacres. In know that the pilgrimage to the Mur des Fédérés started around the time of the amnesty. But on individual basis.

#around the world in 80 days #paris commune #fiction vs. reality #historical context

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jmnjmnjmn · 4 years ago

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Celebrity Crush| part 1 | BTS x Reader mini series

Pairing: BTS x Celebrity!Reader

Key words: celebrity crush, singer, idol.

Word count: around 8,000

Masterlist

Okay, this one is just regular fluff, but it definitely has potential to become more juicy, maybe even angsty... I had many ideas when I was writing it, but decided upon cutting it where I did. Maybe there will be part two to this story, maybe not. If there will be it will also probably be able to functionas a totaly separate one shot. Also I couldn’t decide on a ship here! Initially it was supposed to be RM, but I kept coming back to JK (my bias xd). That’s where possibility of an angst story lays... Anyway tell me what you think of this piece!

“AH!” Namjoon exclaimed, dropping his spoon down into his soup.

“Hey, watch it! You’re spilling everything!” Seokjin yelled back at him as some of his friend's soup splashed out from his bowl.

“What happened?” Hoseok asked, sipping his soup slowly and looking at Namjoon with curiosity.

“It’s-It’s (Y/N).” He stuttered out, his eyes still glued to the screen of his phone. He was scrolling through Twitter when he noticed a tweet from his favourite female artist, (Y/N), announcing her world wide tour.

“What? Did she message you?” Seokjin asked him with a chuckle, knowing well that wouldn’t happen.

“I wish.” Namjoon scoffed and clicked on a link to an article some music site posted immediately after reading (Y/N)’s tweet. “(Y/N) has announced details of her long-awaited world tour.” He read out loud to his friends already feeling his heartbeat pick up. “The singer has continuously updated her fans on the details, promising them that she was working on the announcement. Now, via a short video on Instagram simply captioned ‘Hello world’, she has finally revealed when and where the No Limitations tour will be starting off. You can see the full dates, which she simultaneously posted on her Twitter account, below.” He quickly scrolled down to take a look at the dates and locations. His jaw dropped as he scanned down the list and noticed the Asia leg of the tour. “Soul is on the list.” He muttered. “In January. Seoul is on the list.” He repeated looking at his friends with wide eyes.

“Finally!” Hoseok exclaimed reaching across the table to pat him on the shoulder. “You can go see her then.”

“It hasn’t been announced when tickets will go on sale.” Namjoon said in panic as he frantically searched the internet for information about the tour.

“I’m sure our staff can get you in there without a ticket.” Seokjin said casually, but Namjoon took the matter very seriously. (Y/N) wasn’t just someone who’s music he liked. He also had a huge crush on her as a girl in general and he wasn’t about to pass on an opportunity to see her perform live.

“I have to talk to our PD about that.” He said in an excited tone and clicked his Messages app to draft up a passionate yet professional text saying how much he wants, no, needs to go to (Y/N)’s Seoul concert.

“Now?” Seokjin asked, taken aback a little by his fast pace.

“No time to waste. It’s (Y/N) we’re talking about.” Namjoon chuckled. “If all goes well maybe we could work on some music together.”

“Yeah and maybe something more.” Hoseok teased him, earning a loud laugh from Seokjin. Namjoon only smiled up at them from his phone, because among those who followed the news about BTS it was a well known fact that he had a thing for (Y/N).

Whenever they would get asked about their celebrity crushes in interviews he would say (Y/N)’s name. Ideal girl - someone like (Y/N). A song they could listen to on loop - (Y/N)’s latest single. Fashion inspiration at the moment - (Y/N). Favourite movie - that one (Y/N) had a cameo in for like three minutes. It would happen so much that ARMY’s started making compilations of him talking about her on YouTube called “Namjoon drooling over (Y/N) for 7 minutes straight” and so on. At first he was embarrassed about it, but after some time that awkward feeling turned into hope that maybe she’ll see it and fall for him as well. He knew it was wishful thinking, but he still liked to imagine the moment you would message him saying you would love to collab on a song.

“I’m going to go talk to our PD.” Namjoon said, as he took off the bright pink sunglasses with Happy New Year written on top of them in a silly font. He wore them for the small photoshoot they just had for BTS’s New Year’s Eve post on Twitter.

“Now?” Jimin asked him, raising his brows. He was still wearing his party hat he put on for the session. “It’s New Year’s Eve.”

“I know. I just-” He was interrupted by Taehyung’s loud cheer. “I’ll be right back.” Jimin just shook his head at his eagerness to find out whether (Y/N)’s staff has already answered BigHit’s request for letting Namjoon go to your show with a backstage pass as a celebrity guest of sorts.

Since they were already at the BigHit headquarters for the photoshoot and a little celebration for the beginning of the new year Namjoon had to walk just a couple of doors down to get to PD’s office. He took a deep breath before knocking on the door. After hearing a faint invitation he pressed on the handle and opened it.

“Oh, it’s you. Why aren’t you with the others celebrating?” The PD asked, obviously surprised to see Namjoon.

“Ah, yes. I’ll be joining them in a minute.” He said, remembering Jimin’s words. “I just came here to ask about the No Limitations show. It’s in January and since it’s already first of the month I wondered-”

“Ah, of course.” PD cut him off with a smile. “You're going.”

“Really?” Namjoon asked in shock.

“Yes, all of you are.” Namjoon must have looked very confused for a moment there, because PD rushed with an explanation. “We got an answer saying they were going to issue a formal invitation to the concert and an after party to the whole band anyway. Go and pass on the news to the rest of the boys. We’ll have a proper meeting about this next week.” Namjoon thanked him accesively and assured he’ll let the rest of the members know about the situation. As he walked down the hall he heard their voices from the dance studio they had the photo shoot in. He was speechless.

“It’s happening.” He thought, leaning on the wall to catch a breath before coming inside. After a moment he pushed the door open and joined his group members with a bright smile.

“Guys, guys. Listen” He called. “We’re going to (Y/N)’s concert!” He exclaimed and they cheered, gathering around him, smothering him with hugs and tugging on his cheeks teasingly.

“Look at him.” Jimin chuckled pointing at Namjoon who was pacing around the room. “So excited for the concert.”

“Of course he is. He’s going to meet his crush.” Seokjin added, also laughing.

The whole group was teasing him about (Y/N) all throughout January. It was seventeenth today, the day of her Seoul show and he couldn’t wait. They already got their hair and makeup done. They were dressed to the nines. All that was left was to get to the show.

“The car is here.” Someone from the staff announced and all the boys got up from their spots. As they walked down the hall together they all took turns patting Namjoon on the shoulder for encouragement.

“Do you think we’ll have a chance to talk to her?” Jungkook asked with excitement when they were all in the car together.

“Of course!” Hoseok exclaimed.

“No, but like, for real talk. Not just: nice to meet you, let’s take a picture, goodbye.” The youngest explained quickly.

“Hopefully.” Seokjin said, patting Namjoon on the thigh as that was something he was worried about. He would definitely be happy if he got even only a second with (Y/N), but he wished for more.

After a short drive the car stopped in an underground parking lot under the venue of the concert. As they got outside they could hear the cheers of the crowds gathered outside. Their staff took them on an elevator explaining once again how the night will go. First a before party with other guests, then the concert itself and after that the after party at a hotel. Namjoon repeated the sequence of these events in his head a million times already. Technically he was prepared, but practically he was a mess. His hands were sweating and his heart was racing like crazy. He looked around the small elevator at his closest friends and the familiar faces of BigHit staff who were accompanying them. Realising he has so many people around him for support eased his nerves a little.

“I can’t believe we’re in the same building.” Namjoon muttered under his breath.

“Yeah, she was also in the same building as us at the VMA’s and AMA’s and so on.” Yoongi teased him and everyone chuckled.

“That’s true, Namjoon.” Taehyung agreed with a grin. “You shouldn’t be so worried.”

“Easy for you to say.” Namjoon added right as the elevator door opened.

“Yeah, she already saw us perform at one of the award shows. She knows who we are. It’s going to be fine.” Jimin said in a nervous tone. Namjoon just nodded to himself trying to make the anxious thoughts go away as they approached the area where the before party was held.

They were all excited to see (Y/N)’s show and attend her after party, but with the tremendous enthusiasm also came the stress of meeting an A list celebrity from overseas.

“I can’t believe she’s still not here.” Namjoon whined to Taehyung and Jimin as the rest of the group scattered to chat with other invited idols and celebrities. “All the dancers and her band are here already.”

“It’s still early.” Taehyung tried to cheer him up. “She’ll show up any moment. I’m sure.”

“Definitely.” Jimin agreed with him energetically.

Before Namjoon could voice another concerned thought lingering in his brain everyone in the room started cheering and clapping. He looked around wondering what caused this reaction as he noticed the obvious reason.

“Thank you all so much for coming.” (Y/N) said stopping somewhere in the middle of the gathered crowd of celebrities and staff. “It means a lot. Really.” She put her hand to her chest as she spoke. “If all goes well the show will be starting in a couple of minutes. Wish me luck and have fun.”

“That’s it?” Taehyung asked as (Y/N) was rushed away by her staff to the stage entry. “I thought she was going to chat with everyone or something.”

“Do you chat with guests before the show?” Jimin asked. “That’s what the after party is for.” He explained and Namjoon hummed in agreement. Just the quick glimpse he caught of her was enough to leave him speechless.

“Let’s go watch the show.” Hoseok said approaching the three from behind with the rest of the group following close behind.

There was a big screen in the backstage lounge and a couple of smaller TV’s located at the stage entries for those that wanted to glance at the stage during the show to see the real deal. They watched the first half of the show in the lounge and later relocated to the left entry area. Namjoon’s eyes were glued to the screen as everyone around him chatted away. He tried to pay attention to the conversation and partake from time to time, but his focus quickly went back to (Y/N). She looked stunning singing and dancing on stage.

Suddenly a group of staff dressed in all black rushed into the area they were hanging out in with some other guests.

“Wardrobe change, left.” One of the staff said as she clicked on her earpiece.

Namjoon almost jumped out of his seat when he saw (Y/N) jogging down from the stage and into the swarm of her people from her team.

“Woah, that gave me chills.” Yoongi commented as (Y/N) passed by them surrounded by her wardrobe, hair and makeup team.

“Say something.” Hoseok whispered, elbowing Namjoon’s side.

“Like what?” He asked following (Y/N) with his gaze as she disappeared behind her dressing room's door.

“Great show, looking good. Anything really.” He encouraged him with a cheeky smile.

“No.” Namjoon shook his head, already feeling the blood rushing to his head.

“Do it. Do it.” The rest of the members repeated after Hoseok, but he only shook his head once again.

“She’ll come out any second.” Seokjin added in a warning tone.

He was right. The dance number performed by her backup dancers was getting to an end and (Y/N) should be running out onto the stage soon to sing the next song.

“Great show!” Jungkook yelled out in English.

All the boys’s heads snapped in his direction and then onto (Y/N). She was walking out of her dressing room in long strides. As Jungkook yelled out his praise she turned to look his way without stopping,

“Thank you!” She answered quickly before being escorted by her staff into the understage corridors.

All the boys started shoving and pushing the youngest member teasingly.

“Namjoon was supposed to say that. You took over his part. Jungkook, you’re so eager.” They yelled with laughter.

“What time is it?” Taehyung asked the group as most of the guests gathered in the backstage lounge to watch the encore of the show.

“It’s close to eleven.” Seokjin answered, looking at his phone.

“Before we finish off the show with this last song I just wanted to take a minute to say: Thank you so much.” (Y/N)’s voice echoed from the stage and through the speakers in the lounge. She was standing in the bright lights holding the mic to her lips. “Thank you for choosing to come see the show and spending the night here with us. I really can’t even begin to express how grateful I am for all of you, here in the audience and back at home watching and streaming my music and the shows. Thank you so much.”

“Ah, she’s so nice. Never forgetting about her fans.” People around muttered.

“I really, truly appreciate you guys. I cannot imagine how this year would’ve gone if I hadn't spent it with all of you, all of the people on the stage and behind it. We’ve been away from our homes for so long.” (Y/N) voice got higher with nerves and sadness that came over her as she spoke about her home. “We’re coming close to ten months on the road now. That’s a long time.” She said, bringing her hand to her chest to show her gratitude. “Thank you so much for putting up with me.” She chuckled and the staff cheered. “I feel so lucky and so fortunate to be working with all of you and to be able to perform in front of all of you.” She sighed deeply, undoubtedly masking a cry. “So thank you. I love you so much. Thank you.”

The audience was shouting and applauding loudly as (Y/N) walked off the stage waving to them. As soon as she was out of the view she handed her microphone to one of the sound people and took a big gulp of water from the bottle one of the staff handed her.

“Thank you.” She breathed out. “I need to get out of this hair as soon as possible.” She chuckled tiredly as she walked into her dressing room.

“We’ve got about twenty minutes to get you ready for the after party.” Her assistant, who was waiting inside, spoke calmly as the beauty and wardrobe team gathered around (Y/N) quickly taking out the bobby pins from her hair and undoing the back of her dress. “There’s quite a lot of guests your manager would like you to talk to, at least for a minute.” She said and quickly moved on to listing all the most important people attending the party.

“Have any of those people been informed that I might want to reach out to work with them later?” (Y/N) asked, getting into her oversized sweatshirt dress with the help of some staff so that she doesn’t ruin her makeup.

“No, that’ll be done after tonight. Sometime this week though.” She explained scrolling through something on her tablet.

“What time is the flight to Osaka tomorrow?” (Y/N)’s voice sounded tired as she thought of getting on another plane.

“Actually, there’s been a change of plans.” Her assistant said casually. “You got surprise booked for a daytime show tomorrow, so we’re staying in Seoul for that for the whole day and flying to Japan the next morning. The crew will be already there setting everything up for Saturday.”

“Two days in Seoul?” (Y/N) was surprised.

“Mhm.”

“What’s the show?”

“King of Masked Singer. You’re going to be the surprise opening act. I’ll fill you in on everything tomorrow morning.”

“Perfect.” She said smiling at herself in the mirror as the hairstylist was fixing up her hair.

“Heels or sneakers?” One of the wardrobe girls asked.

“Heels.” (Y/N) answered without hesitation. She wanted to look her best when surrounded with so many new faces at the after party and pairing sneakers with an oversized sweatshirt didn’t seem like the greatest combination for that.

“Ready.” The head stylist stated as one of the staff helped (Y/N) get into her thigh high booties.

From there, accompanied by security, (Y/N) and her assistant walked to the elevator that took them to the parking lot located under the venue.

As (Y/N)’s car pulled up in front of the hotel a swarm of fans and paparazzi started yelling out her name and waving to get her attention. She stopped to get her pictures taken, walked up to a couple of fans to sign their albums or pictures and walked inside to get to the after party. With her assistant following her every step and the three body guards right behind them she took yet another elevator to the hotel bar rented for the occasion.

“Let’s do this.” (Y/N) whispered to herself as she pushed the bar door open.

When she walked deeper into the crowded room random hands touched her shoulders and unknown voices spoke words of praise directed her way. She smiled and thanked the faceless mass making her way towards the DJ’s stand.

“That’s her.” Hoseok whispered as (Y/N) passed by the group of boys.

“Woah. She’s dressed cool.” Taehyung gasped, eying down her figure.

When she stepped onto the slightly elevated stage the DJ stopped the music and handed her a microphone. A wave of cheers erupted from the gathered guests as everyone noticed the star of the night had arrived.

“Hi.” (Y/N) spoke sweetly into the microphone and let the crowd yell or whistle back at her for a moment. “It’s so nice to see all of you here.” She chuckled. “Eat, drink, have fun. It’s all on me tonight. Just tonight.” She joked and the crowd clapped and yelled in excitement. “I know you all came here after the concert, but it’s not all about my music tonight.” Her tone turned mysterious all of a sudden. “It’s actually a very special day for someone else as well. A very funny guy, an inspiration in the studio, a dance mastermind and a dear friend and coworker of mine.” With every endearment term she listed the cheers got wilder. “Johnny Campbell. Where you at?” She asked looking around the room.

“Here!” Someone called out in the front of the room.

“Johnny, this is for you.” (Y/N) said in a low voice and started singing a very sexy adaptation of the birthday song.

As she finished someone in the crowd whistled and Johnny joined her on stage.

“Happy birthday Johnny.” (Y/N) finished off her wishes and hugged him tightly. “Let’s party, everyone!” She exclaimed into the microphone earning a loud cheer from everyone gathered at the bar.

(Y/N) made her way to the bar, stopping to chat and take a picture with someone every couple of steps. More than twenty minutes had passed from the moment she got off stage to when she finally got to the counter and grabbed herself a glass of expensive champagne. She sipped on the bubbly liquid and chatted to members of her dance crew. Looking around the room she locked eyes with a guy she recognised from somewhere. It took her a minute to realise it was BTS’s Jimin she was looking at. She smiled to herself, remembering that his group was on her manager’s to-talk-to list. Being halfway done with her drink she decided to down it and get another one before walking up to the group of boys.

“Oh my god.” Jimin exclaimed. “(Y/N) just looked here.”

“Where is she?” Namjoon asked, feeling his panic and excitement blur into one.

“At the bar.” He answered through gritted teeth.

“She’s coming here. She’s coming here.” Jungkook said quickly as (Y/N) made her way towards them.

“Hi, guys. I’m so glad you could make it.” She said in a sweet tone. “I’m (Y/N).”

“We know.” Jungkook blurted out which would normally earn him a shove to the shoulder from the older members, but the sound of (Y/N)’s chuckle at his comment made them relax and join her with nervous laughter. “I’m Jungkook.” He added extending his hand.

“I know.” (Y/N) answered with a smile and went for a hug and kiss on the cheek instead of a simple handshake.

“You know?” He asked in shock.

“Yes, I saw you guys perform at award shows, your music is everywhere. I know BTS.” The members smiled widely as she explained and started greeting the rest of them in the same way one by one. The hugs were quick, but still sincere. “I’m so happy you found time in your busy schedule to come see my show.”

“We wouldn’t miss it.” Namjoon said, trying to sound cool and collected. He wasn’t going to mention that he practically begged their PD to get them backstage.

“Oh, thank you.” She smiled and Namjoon’s knees almost went weak at the sight.

“Yes, great show.” Jungkook added and the group laughed.

“Oh, it was you.” (Y/N) also laughed realising it was Jungkook who yelled the words of praise her way halfway through the concert.

“Yes, I… Liked your dance with… By Your Side.” Jungkook said slowly making sure he picked the right words. “Great choreography.”

“Thank you.” She answered, bringing her hand to her chest as she accepted his compliment. “It’s nothing compared to your routines though. Those look hard.”

“Ah, yes. Thank you. We work hard. A lot of practice.” They muttered with modesty.

“Honestly!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “I was trying to learn the routine for your song with Halsey with my girls… So hard.”

“Boy With Luv?” Jimin raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah, but the foot choreo was killing me.” She complained jokingly.

“Hyung, ask her which member’s part she learned.” Jungkook asked Namjoon in Korean.

“He wants to know which member’s choreography you learned.” Namjoon explained.

“Yours,” (Y/N) pointed to Jungkook.

“Me?” He asked and she nodded energetically. “Hyung, say I can teach her the choreography.” He added in Korean with a wide smile, still shocked he’s talking to such a huge star. Namjoon and the rest of the boys laughed at the youngest member’s bluntness.

“He’s saying he’ll teach you.” Namjoon hurried with an explanation as (Y/N) looked confused by what they were laughing about.

“Watch out, ‘cause I’ll take you up on that offer.” She raised her brow at Jungkook cheekily who looked at Namjoon for a translation.

“She says she might take you up on that.” He translated to his friend and he laughed, feeling a blush creep up onto his face.

“I sang your song during soundcheck today.” (Y/N) stated and all the members raised their brows at her.

“Which one?” Jungkook asked.

“Sweet Night. V’s solo.” She said pointing to Taehyung. “It’s such a sweet song and you sound amazing in it.” She said, touching his shoulder.

“Thank you so much.” Taehyung smiled, bowing to her slightly.

Not in many moments Namjoon was glad that his members couldn’t speak English as well as he did, but right now he couldn’t be happier about it. They were all so excited to be talking to (Y/N) they forgot their tongues. The alcoholic beverages that they already consumed didn’t help either. They asked him for translations every other sentence, meaning (Y/N) needed him to translate for her as well, meaning he was talking to her more than any other member, meaning she looked at him more than at any other member. Despite the language barrier the conversation flowed so easily between them. He felt ecstatic.

“(Y/N).” Her assistant called her name and brought her to the side for a moment.” It’s showtime.”

By saying “showtime” she meant that it’s time for (Y/N) to perform a song or two to entertain the guests and keep the party going.

“I’ll be right there.” She answered her and walked back to the group of boys.

“V, could I borrow you for a moment?” She asked with a sweet voice.

Unsure of what she might want from him, but still excited Taehyung followed (Y/N) into the bar.

“You said you love Underneath and know the lyrics by heart.” She said, glancing at him as they walked side by side through the crowded room filled with chatter and music. Taehyung hummed in agreement, feeling his heartbeat grow faster and faster. “You know them well enough to sing it live with me now?”

“What?” He asked, almost tripping over his own feet.

“I’m supposed to perform a couple of songs now. Would you like to perform one with me?” She asked stopping and looked him in the eyes with hope.

“Of course.” Taehyung answered, giving her his signature box smile.

“Great!” She exclaimed and grabbed his hand to lead him backstage. “This way.”

“Where do you think she took him?” Seokjin asked as (Y/N) disappeared with Taehyung in the crowd.

“I have no idea.” Namjoon answered, also curious about the whole ordeal.

“She’s very nice.” Jungkook commented.

“Yeah, nicer than I imagined.” Yoongi added.

“We have to get a picture together.” Hoseok said and the rest of the boys agreed.

“Look, there’s (Y/N).” Jimin pointed towards the stage where the DJ’s booth was located.

“Welcome to the stage, the one and only, (Y/N) and Korea’s very own, V of BTS!” Announced the DJ and all the boys’s jaws dropped to the floor.

“What?!” They screamed in unison.

“Hi.” (Y/N) said in a low voice. “V and I have a very special cover for you tonight. Please enjoy, Underneath.”

The rest of the members sang along to the fast paced pop song as V and (Y/N) performed. The lyrics talked about hidden feelings and the tension that can build up if you don’t give them a way out. Even though (Y/N) and Taehyung never sang together before their voices blended perfectly in the duet. When they finished their performance the crowd applauded loudly. (Y/N) put her arm behind Taehyung and he did the same. Joined in this side hug they bowed to the audience.

After a minute or two Taehyung got back to his friends with the widest smile on his face.

“Can you believe this?” He was still in shock.

“Congratulations. You were so good. Woah.” All the boys chattered at the same time.

“I recorded you.” Seokjin added as he pulled out his phone from his pocket. They gathered around the small screen watching Taehyung and (Y/N)’s performance once again.

“Where is she?” Namjoon asked Taehyung as the video came to an end.

“Last I saw her she was talking to MAMAMOO.”

“Ah, so cool. She’s probably busy. We didn’t even take a picture together.” The group chimed. After a moment of sulking they went back to obsessing over the fact that they met (Y/N) and that one of their own members sang with her.

Surrounded by music, food and alcohol the time seemed to fly by very fast. Accompanied by their staff they left the party around two in the morning without having a chance to talk to (Y/N) one more time.

Mornings after concerts are usually pretty bad for both the audience members and the performing artists, but mornings after concerts combined with after parties, meeting new people and mingling with every music producer possible are even harder.

(Y/N) woke up with a headache and a bitter taste in her mouth. From her bed she walked straight to the bathroom to take a shower. When brushing her teeth she scrolled through her Twitter feed reviewing every other caption or photo on the endless string of posts from last night she was tagged in. She liked a couple of tweets posted by her friends and was about to lock her phone when she noticed a simple caption.

“Great show #정국” (Y/N) pressed on the picture to see it whole. She immediately recognised Jungkook, one of the members of BTS, a band she met last night. He was standing in front of the big monitor backstage with her tour logo on it, making hearts with his fingers and smiling at the camera. She smiled to herself remembering how easily yesterday’s conversation flowed with the group of boys.

“Ah, I wish I had his number.” (Y/N) muttered. “I could take him up on that dance lesson offer.”

(Y/N) rushed to open her hotel room’s door to the room service. The hoteboy brought in the big breakfast she just ordered minutes ago and set it on the table. As she got ready to dig into the scrambled eggs her phone started vibrating. She looked at the called ID and quickly picked up as she saw it was her assistant calling. She gave her a quick rundown of the day’s events and informed her she’s free to rest and relax until three in the afternoon.

“That’s when they’ll pick us up for King of Masked Singer.” She finished explaining.

“I have one more question.” An interesting idea popped into (Y/N)’s head. “Is there a way you could get me the number of BTS’s Jungkook?”

(Y/N)’s phone chimed as she was finishing up her breakfast. She picked it up reading the message she just recieved.

“I got it.” As she read the message from her assistant another one appeared on the screen. This time it was a string of numbers.

“Ah, what should I say?” (Y/N) pasted the number into her contacts and waited a minute before pressing the dial button. The phone beeped a couple of times before going silent. Jungkook didn’t pick up. “Hm. Let’s try again.”

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Jungkook was hanging out with his friends in their shared apartment. He was typing something up on his phone when the screen lip up with an unfamiliar number.

“Hyung, do you know this number?” He showed the ringing screen to Taehyung sitting beside him on the couch.

“No. Pick up.” Jungkook just shook his head at his answer.

“I don’t pick up unknown callers.” He rejected the call and went back to what he was doing. “This person is calling again.”

“Pick up.” More preoccupied with switching through TV channels, Taehyung encouraged him tiredly. Jungkook swiped right to take the call and put it on speaker.

“Hello?” He asked in Korean.

“Ah- Hello.” Jungkook and Taehyung locked eyes in surprise and curiosity as the person on the other side spoke in English. “It’s (Y/N). From yesterday.” Taehyung almost screamed in shock. Jungkook felt all his blood rush to his head.

“Ah, sorry. Hello. Sorry.” He stumbled over his words, trying to explain why he didn’t answer her call at first ring. “I don’t pick up if I don’t know the number.” (Y/N) chuckled on the other end of the line.

“It’s fine.” Her voice was sweet and calm. “Actually, I’m calling, ‘cause I’m still in Seoul-” Taehyung stood up from the couch covering his mouth with his hands, still in deep shock. “-and I was wondering- I was thinking about what you said last night, so…” Jungkook scrunched his eyebrows, trying his hardest to remember what he said that made (Y/N) call him the next morning. “If you have time we could meet and dance together.” Taehyung gasped. “You could teach me the Boy With Luv choreo and-” Jungkook couldn’t control himself and answered her before she could even finish asking the question.

“Yes.” He blurted out. Taehyung jumped back on the couch and pushed his shoulder with a huge smile.

“Really?”

“Yes, yes.” He assured her.

“Should I come to your-” Eager to see her he cut her off again.

“You can come to our studio. I will text you the address.”

“Great. I’m free until three in the afternoon so text me the time as well.” She added.

“Okay.”

“Okay. I’ll see you there.” (Y/N) added after a moment of silence.

“Okay. Bye.”

“Bye.”

“AH!” Jungkook threw his phone, which felt red hot in his hands right now, on the other side of the couch.

“What was that?!” Taehyung yelled, shaking on his shoulders. “How did she get your number?!”

“I have no idea!” Jungkook felt his body relax as he was no longer on the phone. “Oh my god. I have to text her now!” He reached to dig his phone out from under a stack of pillows and blankets on the couch. “And I have to go see her!”

“You’re doing great.” Jungkook praised (Y/N) with laughter as she jokingly overdid the moves and gestures in the choreography. “Like that.”

“Okay, but in all seriousness how did I do?” She asked, cutting the jokes short. Jungkook raised his thumbs up with a smile and she chuckled again.

“Let’s do it again and record it so we can review. You vs me.” He set his phone up on the floor by the mirrors in the studio space at BigHit.

“Teacher vs student.” Jungkook just hummed in agreement before playing the music.

Tired after practicing Boy With Luv for an hour and freestyling for almost two more (Y/N) and Jungkook sat down on the floor of the dance studio panting. She stood up to get herself some water and immediately regretted it.

“Ah, my legs.” Jungkook smiled at her words. Although (Y/N) danced in her music videos and during live performances her routines were far more relaxed that BTS’s regular dances. Their moves were sharp and strong and her’s more sexy and slow. Chucked her emptied water bottle back into her bag and turned to face Jungkook again. “Are you hungry?” He raised his brows, knowing what will come next if he says he is in fact hungry.

“Yeah.”

“Let’s go eat something.” Her proposition was so blunt and free. He could not refuse her, but the excitement that filled his chest at that moment didn’t overshadow the fact that the rest of his group would be so bummed they didn’t get to eat with (Y/N) as well.

“Ah, can I do this to them?” He whined in Korean. (Y/N) gave him a confused look since she didn’t understand a word he just said. “My members will be jealous.” He explained with a slight smile.

“Oh, I didn’t think about that. Should we invite them?” That Jungkook wasn’t expecting.

“You want that?” He asked to make sure he didn’t just hear something wrong. (Y/N) smiled sincerely at his unsure expression.

“Yeah, why not?” Jungkook quickly got up from the ground and dug his phone up from his pocket.

“I’ll call them. Wait a second.”

“Okay.” (Y/N) answered as he walked out of the studio to call his friends.

Jungkook dialed Namjoon’s number, knowing he was at the apartment right now enjoying his day of rest. The line beeped a couple of times before he finally picked up.

“Hello?” His voice was low and sleepy in contrast with Jungkook’s, which was excited and fast paced.

“Hyung, listen. Get the rest of the guys and put me on speaker. I have something to tell all of you.”

“What is it?”

“Are they all there?”

“Wait a second.” Some shuffling and name calling was heard on the other side of the line before Namjoon spoke up again. “Okay, go.”

“So I’m with (Y/N) right now. We just got done dancing and all that and… She’s invited us all to lunch.”

“What? Oh, wow. Really? How cool.” The group erupted in chatter as they heard Jungkook’s news.

“Yeah. Can you come?”

“Of course. Yes. I can’t.” Another bundle of statements was heard.

“Who can’t?” Jungkook asked, saddened.

“Yoongi.” Seokjin said.

“I already have plans with our producers, but you all should go.” Yoongi explained, still encouraging the rest of the boys to go out.

“You sure?” Namjoon asked.

“Yes, go.”

“We’ll take a picture for you.” Hoseok joked.

“What are we going to eat?” Taehyung asked out of the blue.

“I don’t know.” Jungkook answered, not really having thought about that yet.

“Since we know Seoul maybe we should pick the place?” Seokjin proposed thoughtfully.

“Good idea. I’ll tell her that. When will you come here?”

“Thirty minutes? We need to get dressed.” Namjoon said and murmur of agreement was heard.

“Okay, okay. Don’t overdress though, we’re both in sweatpants.” Jungkook added with a chuckle. After exchanging goodbyes he hung up and sighed deeply, letting his shoulders relax a little before going back into the studio.

When he opened the door he saw (Y/N) stretching her legs in a sitting down position. He joined her on the floor before speaking.

As Taehyung pulled into BigHit’s parking lot Jungkook and (Y/N) were already waiting outside. Both dressed in large black puffer jackets going over their knees, they stood beside one another. Jungkook was looking over (Y/N)’s shoulder pointing to something on her phone.

“Now you can add a picture.” He said, swiping his finger on her screen. (Y/N) nodded and pressed on the camera option.

“Take a selfie with me.” She asked, raising her phone up to take a picture of the two of them.

Jungkook smiled shyly and pulled his mask down half way. (Y/N) did the same before snapping a cute picture to set as her contact photo. Jungkook quickly pulled his mask back up to cover his cheeks that started to turn bright red. He glanced over her shoulder as she manipulated the photo to fit both of their faces into the small square.

“And synchronise your contacts, so I will be there.” He added as she finally accepted the placement of the picture.

“Oh, great.”

“Yeah.” (Y/N) pressed on the ‘synch contacts’ button before looking up at Jungkook.

“Thank you.” She said sweetly and pulled her mask back over her nose.

“You’re welcome.”

Taehyung noticed the two of them standing in front of the building exit and slowly pulled up. As he got closer he rolled down his window.

“Hello!” The sudden greeting made them jump up slightly.

“Hi!” (Y/N) called back sweetly.

“Come in!” Shoulder to shoulder they walked towards the car after Taehyung's invitation.

Namjoon was already sitting in the passenger's seat making it so that Jungkook and (Y/N) had to sit together in the backseat.

“How was dance practice?” Namjoon asked them.

“What was it?” (Y/N) tapped Jungkook’s arm. He whispered something to her and she clapped her hands in realisation. “Daebak.” Namjoon and Taehyung laughed at her harsh pronunciation.

“It was good. Great.” Jungkook added after the chuckles died down. “Where are the other guys?” He asked Namjoon in Korean.

“The rest of the guys will meet us at the restaurant.” He explained in English, so (Y/N) could understand. She was still doing something on her phone when he glanced at her from the front seat.

“Jungkook.” Her shy tone echoed in the car. “I synced the contacts, but you’re not here.” She showed him her phone with a concerned expression. “Look.”

“Maybe I will just add my number like normal and then it will be saved in the contacts.” (Y/N) hummed in agreement, giving him her phone.

“What are you doing?” Taehyung asked in Korean, eying the two in the rearview mirror. Jungkook glanced at him, thanking god that (Y/N) doesn’t speak their language.

“I made (Y/N) a Kakao account.”

“And you’re putting your number in?” Taehyung continued in a teasing tone. Jungkook smiled at (Y/N)’s screen and typed in his ID.

“It’s not like that.”

The boys picked out a traditional korean diner with private rooms and floor level tables. They ordered mountains of meat to fry and tons of side dishes, soups and rice. At first (Y/N) widened her eyes at the amount of food concerned there will be leftovers, but within thirty or forty minutes she realised that those six boys’s stomachs can intake much more food that she can.

The conversation within the group flowed swiftly and comfortably as it did the night before. There even was some talk about possible musical collaborations. No one was looking at the clock, but at two o’clock sharp (Y/N)’s phone buzzed.

“Ah, it’s my assistant.” She announced with deep sorrow in her voice. “Unfortunately I will have to get going soon, guys. I have a TV appearance this evening.”

“TV today?” Seokjin asked in English. He seemed really shocked. When he spoke again he directed his words to Namjoon and spoke in Korean. “She shouldn't have eaten so much noodles and rice. She’ll be bloated and puffy. That’s very bad.”

“He says noodles and rice is bad for TV, ‘cause you might get puffy.” Namjoon explained to (Y/N) who just waved him off and chuckled.

“Ah, I’ll be wearing a big dress and a mask anyway.”

“What show are you on?” Namjoon asked, curiously.

“Something called King of Masked Singer.” The boys started talking over each other in Korean and patting Jungkook on the shoulders. After a moment of that Namjoon translated the jist of it to (Y/N).

“Yeah, so JK also was on that show.” (Y/N), who was sitting opposite to the youngest member of the group, looked up at him with a smile.

“Really?” She asked after swallowing another sip of hot soup. “What did they put you in? What costume?”

“I was…” He wanted to tell her everything in English, but was missing the most crucial word. “Hyung, how do you say fencer?” He asked Namjoon who looked confused for a second before answering him with a shrug. Jungkook reached to his pocket and pulled out his phone. “I’ll show you.” He typed the right words into YouTube and passed (Y/N) his phone. As soon as she looked at the moving screen she nodded in realisation.

“Ah, fencer.”

“Fencer, yes.” Namjoon agreed. (Y/N) skimmed through the video listening to Jungkook’s clear and beautiful vocals in the cover of BIGBANG’s If You.

“Woah, this is good.” She said, looking up at him.

“Thank you.” He accepted the compliment as she passed the phone back to him.

“You know what you will have?” Hoseok asked.

“What I’ll be dressed in? Yeah, I’m singing Beauty and the Beast, so I’ll be a princess.”

“Ah, cute.” Seokjin called out with a chuckle as (Y/N)’s phone buzzed once more.

“Ah, I really have to go.” She sighed deeply as the boys whined at her early leave. “I have to get myself intact before going to the studio.” She said gesturing to her laid back outfit. Since she was meeting Jungkook earlier for dance practice she was wearing a pair of branded sneakers, high waisted sweatpants and a hoodie - an outfit most of the boys in the room thought of as very pretty, but to her it was just workout gear.

“Do you need a ride?” Jungkook asked, all of a sudden realising she drove here with them and might not have a ride back to her hotel, but (Y/N) shook her head.

“No, my security is already parked outside.” The boys nodded at the professional sound of that statement. She was an A list celebrity after all and couldn’t just run around town by herself.

Everyone stood up from the table as (Y/N) slipped on her shoes and jacket.

“It was so nice to see you again.” Namjoon started as (Y/N) turned towards them before going out the door of the private dining room. She smiled sincerely and swung her backpack onto her shoulder.

“I’m so glad we got to hang out.” She looked at them with a shine in her eyes before going in for a hug with each of them. “And that we got to dance.” She added stopping in front of Jungkook. He smiled and chuckled as she hugged him goodbye.

“Yes. Me too.”

The group exchanged a couple more words of goodbye before (Y/N) walked towards the sliding door. As she was about to close it behind herself she slipped her face mask down and smiled at the group once more.

“Hopefully that’s not the last I see of you.” She added and the boys erupted with negating statements and chuckles.

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 4 years ago

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Meeting and Dating Jerry Dandridge

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous via message)

(The sequence of events in here are a little different from the movie so forgive me for that.)

- You’d lived next door to Charlie your entire life so even though you were a few years older than him, the two of you were still very close. You’d graduated a year prior and were taking courses at a local community college so that you could still stay with your parents; and see your friends whenever you wanted. It also meant that you were right there when Jerry moved into the neighborhood.

- Charlie went insane. That’s what you thought when he neurotically ran over to you, grabbing your arm and dragging you into his house. You’d just returned home from a night class and had only caught a glimpse of the two men that were standing in the yard beside your friends.

“Have you lost your mind!” You asked incredulously, rubbing your wrist as he locked the door behind you and his half asleep mother.

- Jumpcut to an hour later and you were hesitantly standing up from the boys kitchen table, looking at him strangely as you fumbled through an excuse to finally leave. In return, Charlie insisted that you stay until sunrise which you did, if only to placate him.

- The boy kept watch as you walked the few yards to your own front door in the early hours of the morning, tired and confused by your friends; what you could only assume was a, psychotic episode. You thought it was a one time thing, spurred on by a nightmare or fever or something. Oh how wrong you were.

- You had your first actual interaction with Jerry that following night. The sun had just set and you were home alone when a knock sounded at your door. Upon opening it, you were met with the sight of an attractive stranger who introduced himself as your new neighbor.

- You invited him in a few moments later after getting over the initial shock of his model-esque face. The two of you had a short but sweet conversation and you told him he was welcome to stop by any time he’d like, more than a little starstruck by him. He extended the same courtesy to you and gave your hand a parting kiss as he left through your front door, leaving your cheeks feeling hot.

- During the next few days, the two of you were friendly with each other. On more than one occasion, you came home to see him and his housemate standing outside. Upon seeing you, he would smile at you, oftentimes walking over and exchanging a few words. You were growing to like him more and more.

- Not long after, you received a call from Amy, pleading with you to help her and Ed convince Charlie that your neighbor was not in fact a vampire. Obviously, you agreed and set to work on arranging everything.

- When you arrived at Jerry’s home, you were a bit nervous but excited to see the man at the same time. His housemate opened the door, letting you and the rest of your group inside. Once Jerry made his entrance, Charlie realized that this wasn’t your first time meeting and immediately asked how he knew who you were.

- You faltered for a moment; hesitant: nervous as to what his reaction would be. And you should have been, considering the moment you told him, he looked as though he might implode. Thankfully, Vincent calmed him down, insisting on getting the test over with.

- The test was done and soon enough, Vincent was ushering you all out of the mans home. Jerry paid particularly close attention to you as everyone was preparing to leave, insisting that you come over and visit, all while Charlie watched on protectively, ready to pull you out of the house at any moment.

- You reached the door and looked up at the man with a smile, saying a somewhat shy goodbye. He smiled back at you and leaned down, slowly pressing his lips to your cheek as Charlie stared at the two of you in outrage and horror.

- The kiss. Sure, it was to show that he could do whatever he pleased; to prove that he had full control over any situation Charlie threw at him, but it was also just something he wished to do. He truly was looking forward to seeing you again, mainly because he was becoming more and more invested in you.

- When you were going out the next day, Billy had called out to you, saying that Jerry wanted to know if you’d join him for dinner at his house. Who wouldn’t accept?

- So, that night, you put on a nice dress, did your hair and makeup accordingly and headed over to the charming mans door. You weren’t sure what you were expecting but a candlelit dinner was not it.

- The entire evening was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. The air was near stifling with tension, romantic tension, sexual tension. Every look he gave you had your insides ablaze and when you were saying goodbye, the hand he placed on your shoulder felt like it was burning your skin.

- In an instant you were hyperaware of the feeling of his lips, pressed close to the corner of your mouth as he says a husky goodnight. It’s hard for you to leave when he pulls away, but you do and you go home to take a cold shower, trying your best to rid yourself of the heat.

- A few nights later and your parents are out of town, you have the whole house to yourself and are looking forward to a quiet night in. That’s when you hear a knock at your front door.

- It’s him. At this hour it wouldn’t be anybody else. The instant you see him, your heart starts to flutter and you step aside to let him in, greeting him as you try your best to not sound as affected by his presence as you truly are.

- You don’t know how it happens, or rather you can’t remember, but you wind up in your bedroom. Perhaps you were grabbing a sweater since you remember standing at your dresser. The details are hazy but you remember the next series of events vividly.

- You turn from your dresser, only to find him standing beside you, his chest nearly pressed against yours. A heat, one you’ve only ever felt when with him, courses through you and you can hardly breathe as he leans down, his lips inching towards yours, your face tilting up and....

“Y/N!” You jump, instinctively moving away from the man even though you long to stay close. Whipping your head towards your window, you find Charlie leaning out of his bathroom window and glaring at the man in front of you.

- You feel your face turning hot for an entirely different reason as your friends eyes move over to you. Without saying a word, Jerry leans forward and shuts your window, pulling the blinds shut.

“Your friend still doesn’t trust me.” He says quietly, disappointed for an entirely different reason than Charlie’s opinion of him.

“I’m sorry about him-” You begin but he shushes you politely.

“You don’t have to apologize.” He tells you softy, his hands running up and down your arms. “You never have to apologize with me.”

- That visit continues to resurface in your mind for days, haunting you in the middle of the night until you’re walking the short distance to the Dandridge residence. You don’t even have a plan but in that moment it doesn’t matter, there’s this inexplicable pull between you and the house.

- You expect Billy to open the door but you’re immediately met with Jerry, his lips curling into a smirk upon seeing you. He invites you in with no hesitation though your insides feel like they’re twisting into knots with how nervous you are.

“I...” Your voice falters and you realize how vulnerable you truly feel. You don’t even know what to say or how to say it or if you should say it. You feel completely out of control and it’s somewhat frightening.

- You open your mouth, trying to think of something else to say before he shushes you gently, stepping closer and closer until he can clasp his hands around your shoulders. They glide over your flesh, gliding up your neck until they’re right below your jaw, his thumbs resting on your cheekbones.

- He says nothing as he closes the distance between you and your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his lips on yours. The world around you is gone and all there is is you and him, and in that moment, that’s all you could’ve asked for.

- Constant pda and touching. He’s never able to just keep his hands off of you.

- Without a doubt, he’s a clingy man. He likes always touching you, always having you around. You’ll most likely move in with him fairly early on in your relationship.

- The two of you get lost in each others embrace, time passing you by as you lay together, your legs intertwined and your lips connected. He could kiss you for hours if you’d just let him.

- Neck kisses.

- Soft caresses.

- Sitting on his lap. He looks at you expectantly whenever he sits down or whenever you walk in on him lounging on one of his old armchairs.

- Feeding each other. Allow him to show you how eating an apple can actually be a highly erotic situation.

- Hand kisses. If you kiss the tip of his finger, he will not be able to hold back his smirk.

- Antiques; you’re given a lot of century old things. Necklaces, rings, art; you name it and he’s given it to you.

- He likes to spoil you in any way he can. Gifts, affection, compliments; it’s all yours as long as you stay by his side and promise to love him.

- Evenings spent by the fire.

- He’s perfectly happy with any type of cuddling. He just wants to be as close to you as he can be, to hold you or be held by you. What better way to sleep than to be wrapped up in your lovers arms?

- Waking up to soft kisses on your bare shoulders and other soft places.

- Darling, sweetheart, honey, pet. He loves that one; pet, as cute as a kitten and all his.

- He adores it when you call him pet names. Having you refer to him so affectionately, calling him something that's reserved for only him. It’s like a dream come true.

- Pulling him into kisses by his scarf. The act always makes him smile.

- Long hugs. He likes having you pinned against him.

- Sometimes he’ll revert to another centuries way of speaking or behaving without even realizing it at first. You find it quite adorable; and incredibly charming, when his words suddenly sound more old English and he’s speaking to you like you’re at a 17th century ball.

- Sometimes he’ll do it purposefully just to amuse you, pretending to court you as though you were some highly sought after duchess, asking you to dance or waxing poetry he remembers from the time period.

- Having him wrap himself around you from behind, observing whatever it is you’re doing or looking at curiously, or looking on proudly/smugly as you tell someone off; particularly Charlie.

- You’re gonna have to convince Charlie and Vincent to not kill him and convince him not to kill them. He’s ready to form a truce; mainly for your sake and because he doesn’t care about whether or not Charlie lives as long as he leaves him alone. Charlie might not be so keen on forgiving him though.

- Shyly asking to see his vampire features. He finds it adorable when you’re not sure how to ask and then when you marvel at the different, inhuman parts of him. Not to mention, examination means more touching so it’s a win win for him.

- If you give him permission to feed off of you, he has to stop himself from immediately fucking you senseless. Be careful when bringing it up because the mere thought of it takes away a lot of his usual restraint.

- Speaking of sex. Intimacy is pivotal in your relationship whether sexual or not. He lives on intimacy, yearns to have it for himself and give it out at the same time. It’s incredibly important to him that it’s there and he’s more than willing to work if it means he’ll have it.

- Dancing together.

- Deep, intimate gazes.

- He kisses you like he’s devouring you whole, slow and hungry as you submit to him fully.

- You’re his. Every part of you belongs to him and every part of him belongs to you and no one is allowed to look at or touch what belongs to him. Call him possessive or what have you, he doesn’t really care “as long as you know that you’re mine”.

- You’re not allowed to be insecure when you’re in a relationship with Jerry. He just won’t allow it. If you won’t accept that you’re perfect then he’ll just have to show you.

- He’s perfect at winding you down after a long day; taking your coat off, peppering kisses down your neck, speaking in that deep, husky voice....

- He’s always very happy to be your date to things; being able to show off that you’re together is one of his favorite things to do. Just make sure it’s going to be dark out.

- Becoming friends with Billy. The man isn’t going away anytime soon and you don’t think you’d want him too anyway. You like your little supernatural family.

- Your parents will love him. He’s charming, sophisticated, fairly wealthy, and is obviously very invested in you. What else could they ask for?

- He enjoys taunting Charlie every once in a while. He insists that he wasn’t doing anything or that he was just playing around but you know better. But don’t worry, he plays nice. After all, it is technically Charlie who brought the two of you together.

- He allows you to have the allusion of control or choice in most situations but you should never forget that whatever he what's will happen eventually. Oftentimes, he’ll humor you if the situation isn’t dire, mainly just finding your obliviousness to the reality of things cute.

- Rest assured, he’ll never force you to do anything; or force you into doing anything, that you don’t want to do. It’s his own actions that he’ll pretend you can stop him from doing. He wants to kill someone? You can calm him down and convince him not to, but; in some cases, only for some time.

- Above all else, he wishes to please you. Your comfort and happiness are most important to him. Its the reason why he listens to you and does; nearly, everything you ask of him. If he didn’t care about your feelings than he wouldn’t bother with the intricacies or listen to you at all.

- How he reacts to men being attracted to or falling for you varies depending on who it is. There’s burning jealousy in some cases and pitying amusement in others.

- He’s incredibly protective of you, every part of you. He’s never going to let anything happen to you and if anything does, there’s going to be hell to pay. Whether it’s a matter of your life or your modesty; you’re in good hands.

- You don’t fight, like ever. He’s good at smoothing things over with little fuss; and changing the way you feel about things, so even if you did have something to fight about, it would most likely be resolved fairly quickly.

- Though, if you do end up fighting, rest assured that he’s very good at apologizing, in more ways than one.

- He says he loves you all the time. The way he says it can range from a pleasant “Love you” in front of someone as you’re saying goodbye to each other to an intimate, gazing into your eyes “I love you” when you’re completely alone.

- He most likely wont wait very long to turn you, unless you want to wait. He takes no offense if you don’t want to be like him just yet, he’s got all the time in the world and he can’t deny that he enjoys you being human. …Maybe he will wait a little longer....

- He’s ready to spend the rest of his eternal life with you; he was ready the moment he saw you. He’ll treat you like a queen for the rest of your life, all he asks in return is that you give him your love.

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aftgficlibrary · 3 years ago

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Are there any AUs where renison or lailalverez is the main pairing?

there are quite a few but here you go -maz

renison:

Before All I Heard Was Silence by moonqueerdom (T | 7,430 | 1/1)

Allison's eyes widened and her face burned immediately, spreading to her neck and the tips of her ears. "Oh my gosh, Renee," she lowered her face and covered it with her hands.

Renee chuckled. "She is beautiful when she blushes, ok noted."

"Oh my gosh, Walker, stop that," Allison's voice was too wobbly and high-pitched even for her own ears, and there was a grin threatening to pop on her lips.

About to disappear in the afterlife, Allison Reynolds meets Renee Walker, who was ready to change her life even after death.

Last Café by uberimmortal (M | 4,802 | 1/1)

Like every weekend for the past year, Renee finds herself on a Saturday morning in front of the Last Cafe. She takes a deep breath, key still in her hand, shivering from the autumn breeze as she tries to muster up some energy to open the door. The sun is just beginning to poke over the horizon, lighting up the city in a blue haze, not close enough to this side of the earth to provide any real warmth. One by one street lamps flicker until they turn off completely.

The Gracekeepers by wishbonetea (M | 112,116 | 20/20)

The sea has flooded the earth. Allison lives on a circus boat, floating between the scattered islands that remain and trading dazzling and death-defying feats for food from the islanders. Renee lives alone in a lighthouse in the middle of the ocean, with only the birds and fish for company. As penance for her past, she works as a gracekeeper, tending the graves of those who die at sea. A storm brings them together, but under clear skies they must part. When one of the Foxes goes missing, Renee joins to help. It’s meant to be a temporary escape, but Allison might be a reason to stay.

⁂

An AU of Kirsty Logan's The Gracekeepers.

she's got lips like wine not sugar by IzzyAguecheek (Not Rated | 8,561 | 1/1)

The coffee shop was mostly empty the first time Allison came in. It was too early for most people, specially on a Sunday, when most people didn’t have work and therefore didn’t need to stop by to grab a coffee to wake up. Allison, however, didn’t strike Renee as the type of girl to drink coffee before a shift at some boring company. She looked more like someone who had stayed up all night and now was trying to fight off a hangover with caffeine.

Dan was late, per usual, so Renee and Andrew were the only employees working. Andrew took one look at the car parked outside, right in front of the window, and firmly turned his back on the girl sitting at the corner booth.

“You take that one”, he decided.

(or: Renee works at a coffee shop, and, when Allison becomes a regular there, she is absolutely in love. It's just a Renison Coffee Shop AU.)

counting my blessings by quensty (T | 10,354 | 1/1)

The last letter is from Wymack.

Allison, it says. Forest Falls, California, has been having problems with a robber. Dan and Matt are too far, and Neil and Andrew are already working a job in Nevada. Get on it. -DW

“Motherfucker,” Allison says.

Real Gravity by loose_canon (T | 1,723 | 1/1)

RECORDED 04:08, PILGRIMAGE YEAR 1584 DAY 29

[begin message]

Hey, Mom. You’re probably watching this and thinking about how much you want to kick my ass right now. Well, my butt, because you don’t say words like “ass,” much less think them. Anyway, I know you’re mad at me. I’m the ungrateful daughter who hijacked an emergency pod and zipped off into space in the middle of the eclipse service like a dumbass—sorry, dumbbutt—with another girl because I just had to go and open myself to the spirit of lesbianism. I’m not gonna lie, I’m mad just like you are. Part of me wants to just say that the spirit is a good fucking time and be on my way. But I need you need to know that I’m losing something, too.

A sci-fi one shot: Allison leaves a final message for her mother after she and Renee escape the generation ship they grew up on.

On Dragon's Wings (Under the Blue) by tinystreetlamp (T | 8,417 | 3/3)

For hundreds of years the six kingdoms coexisted in peace due to a magical contract that prevents violence between them. Ever since Allison's brother Jean was kidnapped by Riko she has wanted to lead her armies to war against the Island of Night, but the contract prevents her from doing so. When crown prince Nathaniel arrives and asks for sanctuary, Allison sees her chance to unite four of the kingdoms against Riko and rain down her vengeance upon him.

(How to seduce a pirate: drag her underwater unexpectedly)

/Graphic Depictions of Violence

vengeance and death by cthulu_sun (M | 2,446 | 1/1)

legend says you have wax-dipped wings and golden fingernails and knives made of the blood you have spilled. legend says you are not merciful.

in which renee is a tired guardian angel, finds the foxes, and falls in love.

a hundred jewels on throats by ghvsts (T | 3,226 | 1/1)

"have you seen the goddess from the seafoam," they whisper, "she is more beautiful than anything."

(in which seth is ares, renee is persephone, and allison has had enough)

fabrication of a grand scheme by cloudghost (T | 13,787 | 1/1)

Renee was silent for a while. Then, finally, she said, “I want to try going outside.”

“I thought you were scared.”

She hummed her assent. “That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t do it.”

Since that was basically the philosophy Allison lived by, she nodded. Renee turned back around and met Allison’s gaze. In that moment, Renee looked unbreakable and unshakeable, like nothing that ended up in her way could ever stop her for long. Allison shivered.

Love You a Latte by ceilingfan5 (G | 8,465 | 1/1)

Allison's favorite barista is adorable Renee, so when she gets the news that she has to go on a terrible family vacation and bring an "appropriate plus-one", she decides to finally get herself uninvited from the rest of those events for all eternity. She and Renee go together, pretending to be a very much in love couple, stir shit up, and leave a lot closer than they ever expected. (Obviously they fall in love.) Allison may say "I decided love was fake a long time ago and it’d take a miracle to change my mind now,” but if anyone can be a miracle worker, it's Renee.

say you'll never harden to the world by orphan_account (T | 10,300 | 1/1)

Of course it’s when the knife finally doesn’t feel awkward in her hand anymore that Allison shows up.

Instead of the relaxed way she usually holds her wings, they’re pulled taut behind her back. Her arms are crossed in front of her chest and there’s a decidedly not pleased look on her face.

“Hey,” Natalie says, not interrupting the sequence of stabbing moves she’s been practicing. She has no time for the way seeing Allison makes her feel.

Safe – a joke. Not alone – Allison might not even be real. Cared about – impossible.

Those kinds of emotions aren’t meant for someone like her in the first place, and she’s not going to indulge them.

give me shelter or show me heart by hondayota (Not Rated | 4,720 | 3/3)

Renee had always thought of hope as a feeling, something she scraped out of her insides when she had nothing else to hold onto, but over the past months, hope had ceased to be a feeling and had become synonymous with Allison Reynolds.

the renison zombie au no one asked for

renee and allison are hella gay even when there's zombies

laila/alvarez:

It's Called Fashion Hunty. Look it up. by theKristastrophe (T | 15,440 | 8/8)

Sara works for a company that she doesn't hate but doesn't love either. So she sits at the bar with her two other best friends and tries to get through the work week.

When a fresh lawyer stumbles into thier weekly Rant Club, Sara knows she's in for a wild ride.

Featuring gratious eyerolling, snark, and everyone's favorite Foxes.

Buckle up kiddies. It's time to Sashay, Sashay, Sashay...

Come Close by tinystreetlamp (T | 10,932 | 1/1)

Sometime around 200 BC in Ancient Greece, in a world where the greek gods are real, Laila is a warrior from Sparta. During her first visit to Athens she meets not only Jeremy of Troy but also falls head over heels in love with Sara, a daughter of Apollo and local poet. But Sara is cursed, and soon the three cross the Mediterranean on a quest to break the curse and save Sara.

Sara means Sun by tinystreetlamp (M | 27,739 | 8/8)

Five years ago, ships with black and red sails appeared on the horizon and wiped out all of the royal family - except one. The Raven King conquered Coralia and is doing everything he can to stay in power. Jeremy of Troia, the rightful heir to his kingdom, has been in hiding for the past five years, but he found something worth fighting for.

Laila, an Elven Warrior and Jeremy's best friend, will do anything to protect him. Meeting a cute stranger isn't going to change that.

/Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death

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elionwriter · 4 years ago

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PROMPT / DRAPLE OF A POSSIBLE FUTURE FIC (PART 2):

"I need your help, Mando" says Greef Karga in his holo-message one day. "I know how busy you are lately, I wouldn't ask if it wasn't so important and I didn't need someone I trust on this". When Din answers the call he learns the details of the mission: Greef had taken so much at heart the renovation and improvement of Nevarro that he had made contact and tried to help cells of patriots of other planets that wanted to attempt the same. One of said groups, on a backwashed planet of the Rim, was having some troubles with a Crime syndicate that thought their efforts would do bad for business. Din's mission was to meet these people and help them plan a strike against the criminal organisation.

Upon reaching the planet and looking around, Din sighs, thinking that it would take a miracle to rehabilitate the place. Everything and everyone is so dirty that he wonders how an epidemic hasn't broken out, the people looks like little, feral animals rather than sentients and he's pretty sure there are some commercial traffics going on that had been banned long before the Empire. Then again, he isn't really surprised, the laws and enforcements of the New Republic don't reach this part of the Galaxy, these planets don't even have representatives in the Senate to speak up for them. They're on their own.

It's as Din is waiting in a crowded square for his contact to arrive that he catches a set of eyes fixed on him. He had felt someone following him from the moment he had left his ship but they hadn't come out yet. He looks down at the creature staring at him with hudge magenta eyes, three of them, and quickly realises it's a child, a girl. She's of a species he has never seen before, with bright yellow skin and feathers covering her head (the yellow and fluff or her feathers is dampered by the grease and dirt), she has four feathery arms and bony legs. She smiles brightly at him and waves. "Need anything, kid?" He asks. "You're sooooo shiny and cool! Can I be your friend?" She asks, voice full of awe. There is no deception in that statement and Din chuckles at it. Patiently he tries to shoo away the child telling her that he is waiting for someone and that things are about to get dangerous.

She's completely undeterred by his words, smile still plastered on her face. So he follows a different line: "Shouldn't you go back to your parents?" " No." "Are they around here?" "No" "Aren't they worried you're out here on your own?" "No" He considers it a moment then asks "Do you...have parents?" "No" she answers with the same airly smile of before. "Anyone that takes care of you?" "No" "A home to go back to?" "No" "Friends...?" "Everyone is my friend. Do you also want to be my friend?" Din sighs, starting to loose patients, wondering what the hell is his contact waiting for to show up. Before he can say anything else the kid points at his blaster "Did you kill anyone with that?" "Yes, I did." "Cooool! Was it a really bad guy? Did a lot of blood come out?" As a last resort Din pulls out a handful of credits and proposes "If I buy you something to eat, will you leave?" She thinks it over a second and asks "can I have caramelled Meiloorun?" Din nods "Even the big one?" Din gets her the treat and watches her skip away happily. It's not long after that he is approached by the right hand man of the organisation he's supposed to aid.

He is brought back to their headquarters and they discuss matters out. Din is surprised to find that they are a group of very level minded and shrewd kids with very good projects for the future and feels more prompted to help them out. They study a plan to strike against the criminal organisation and call it a night. Din is welcomed to stay at their place. As he steps out of the run down building to catch a breather and take a look around he finds the same kid from before waiting for him outside. He asks how long she has been standing there and finds she had been standing there for almost the entirety of his stay. "Hadn't we agreed that you would leave?" He asks "I did leave. Then I came back!" Din sighs. She asks for his name but luckily doesn't really wait for an answer before giving her own. "My name is Ky'lla. Are we friends now?" Din tries very hard to mentally create an interference over the name. Learning her name is definitely not wise and he wonders why she is so stubborn on the idea of befriending him of all people. But as he notices the way she studies with shiny eyes his armour he thinks he starts to understand. "Are you following me because you like my armour?" "Yes! I like shiny things and this is the shiniest thing I've ever seen! Also, you're big and buff and you're really nice too! You bought me candy! Nobody ever buys me candy!" She says excitedly. Din known he shouldn't ask but the question is out before he can stop himself. "Where do you come from? What happened to your family?" She thinks it over a moment then points her finger towards the sky "My homeworld is in that direction. I came here with mom, but mom died a long time ago'. It's sad but I have a lot of friends now." Something tells Din that all the "friends" she talks about are just a bunch of random strangers and passer bye; that befriending everyone she meets is the kid's subconscious response to her loss. "Don't you remember the name of your planet? Or of any planet nearby?" "No. But I am pretty sure it's in that direction" she says pointing in a different position of the sky altogether. "And...were the people of your planet all of your same species?" "Yes, they were." Great, Din thinks, there's really nothing he can do for Ky'l..THE KID considering he has no idea where "there" in space is and has never seen anyone of her likes before. He sees her yawning. Well, there is one thing he can do. "Do you have anywhere to sleep?" "There's the back alley a few streets over with comphy sacks..." She answers and Din pushes her inside the building "tonight you're sleeping in here" he says directing her towards the room meant for him. She flops over on the bed and asks "can you tell me a story?" "Go to sleep" "But if you killed people you must know stories of battles and duels! Can you tell me the most scary one you know?" Din sighs but for some reason finds himself flopping on the floor, near the bed and telling her what they told him, the first nights he was brought into the covert, of the Mythosaurs and how the Mandalorians learned to tame and fly them. He falls asleep as the words and memories cling to him, as he envisions the pendant with the Mythosaur skull he had given Grogu. The pain for loss of him spreads through his tired body like a fresh wound. Ky'lla falls asleep whispering with awe the word "Mandalorian".

In the morning, he wakes her up, gives her a few ration packs and tells her that she really must stop following him now. For the first time she looks actually sad, but doesn't protest as she goes.

Din catches up with the rest of the group and together they prepare the assault to the criminal syndacate's main objective. At first everything goes as planned but quickly things get messy. Din realizes he has to expose himself more than he intended. Firing up the jetpack, he flies up to the targeted power generator and places a frag mine over it. He fires at will at all the enemies that try to approach but one expecially sneaky killer works his way behind him and, preparing his sniper rifle, aims at a junction in between Din's armour. Din notices him a moment too late as the trigger snaps. He braces for an impact that doesn't come. He looks at the man with surprise and finds terror and bewildermente on the other's face as well as he tries to fire over and over. The rifle is insistently empty. Din takes the moment and turns it to his advantage firing his own blaster which knocks the assassin down cold. "I was the one to steal the rifle's charges. Was I good or what!?" Chirpes in a familiar voice. Din is only partially surprised to find Ky'lla popping out of nowhere, proudly waving the rifle's cartridge around. He wants to thank her, ask her how in kriffin hell she managed that and scold her for putting herself in danger's way for him but his pragmatic mind refrained from that. He quickly pulls the child in his arms and flies them both away from there moments before the charge on the power generator goes off in a hudge explosion. "Whoaaa" Ky'lla exclaimes over his shoulder as flames and electric shocks destroy the surrounding space. The patriots cheer happily below as the last standing members of the criminal syndacate run away.

Din is celebrated like a hero but he pays the compliments no mind. One of the young women of the group cuts off a ringed finger from one of their victims and tosses it to Din "there's a hudge bounty on this one! You should collect it, it's the least we can do to thank you." Din accepts the prize and parts ways with the group, Ky'lla following him around like a shadow. When he reaches his new ship and opens the ramp to it Ky'lla takes a shy step backwards and says "I guess it's goodbye, then. It was nice being your friend..." Din smirks at her from behind the helmet and says "Do you really think I don't know you're just going to sneak into the ship somehow? Let's save time and come in." Ky'lla looks at him in disbelief "you really mean it?!" Din signals her to follow and with a high pitched squeel she goes to hug his legs. "I've got some friends, I'm sure one of them will accept to take care of you" he says, even as part of him already knows that the kid will stick to his side.

Din prepares the launch sequence and soon they are travelling in hyper space. He sends Ky'lla to immediately take a shower in the 'fresher and in the meantime he sends a message to Karga to report on the end of the mission and to prepare the money for the bounty he collected.

Ky'lla comes back to the cockpit looking ten times brighter and fluffier than she did before. "Since I'm staying with you for a while, can you teach me to fight like you do?!" Asks the child. "I could be very good! With four arms I could grab the bad guys from the scruff and tickle them to death!" She says stating her case. "Do you really want that? It's a difficult and intense training..." "Sure! And can I have an armour like yours too?!" "You must become a Mandalorian and earn each piece of it to have one." He says carefully testing the ground. "Then that's what I want to be: a Mandalorian! Can I?" "Well, technically everyone can become a Mandalorian..." "THAT'S AWESOME! Till yesterday I was no one and now I'm gonna become a Mandalorian!!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" The child starts running around bursting at the seams with happiness. Din laughs. "I want to learn everything there is to know about Mandalorians!" She exclaims and Din sighs out a "Yeah, so do I" "Why, don't you know everything about them already? You are one" He explains that there are very few Mandalorians left, that a lot of their history and culture has been wiped out and that he had very limited access to what was left growing up.

Eventually, the kid tires out and falls asleep in her seat. Din looks back at her and replays all the recent events in his mind, trying to figure out just how he found himself with a new kid under his responsibility. This had been a wrong move. The last time he did so broke his heart and even if it was the right thing to do, he doesn't know if he can get over that same loss again. His latest adventure however lights up a sudden and inspired idea in his mind. He reaches for the console and sends out two holo messages. One to Luke Skywalker and the other to Bo-katan Kryze asking her where to meet up and stating with confidence that he has a proposition for her.

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katyatalks · 4 years ago

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Mob Psycho 100 Interview Translation - Character Designer Kameda Yoshimichi - Otome Visual 2017

Summary-style translation for Character Designer Yoshimichi Kameda’s 4 page interview from Otome Visual 2017, regarding elements in the creation of Mob Psycho 100 such as: what inspired this cover art, the influence of fan art in the anime’s creation, Tsubomi’s design, the process behind the package art for the DVDs, and more. Includes some genga. Under read more;

[TN: The reason why I elected to summarise this interview rather than do a full write up is because a lot of the information given gets covered in December 2016′s Animestyle010, in “The Making of Mob Psycho 100.” I typed that one out in full over on twitter but that’s a long interview, and I don’t have the time or energy to reformat it for Tumblr, but if you’re interested in a very in-depth look into how Mob Psycho 100′s anime came to be I’d really recommend checking it out. Direct quotes are given in “” here. Enjoy!]

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*~The genga illustration for Otome Visual’s cover~*

“With the recent popularity that Skating Anime has had, what’s this - a Shouwa idol collab?! It’s all in the little details in their clothing - their wrinkled shirts, white trousers, black belts - both around their waists and arms.”

*~Kameda’s comments~*

“Can you heaaaar me!! I am currently speaking directly into your braaaain!!! What I’m grateful for with this commission is I was able to design the cover in any way I’d like!! A cover is a reflection of current times, so, of course, I went for ice skating! You wouldn’t be able to find this kind of amazing content in any time period other than now! That’s what I first thought! Like, Mob Psycho 100!! If there’s not a certain Mob Psycho 100-ness present in the art then what’d be the point, so, the characters are being very serious but they’re also pretty laughable. I tried to create a piece of art from which you could hear their voices!!! What’s with it being Shouwa-esque?? Being lame is incredibly cool!!! Huh? Does that describe Mob Psycho 100?? Can’t answer that if you ask!!!! Please feel the amazing Paradise Ginga x Mob Psycho 100-ness here!!!!!!”

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Kameda describes how he wasn’t sure how best to adapt the manga into an anime format at first, since from the art he was shown he immediately knew it to be very unique - the idea of using Flash to animate the show was raised but quickly shot down

Originally, upon being asked about the show, he based his thoughts on what a web image search for Mob Psycho 100 gave him rather than having the actual manga in hand. “For the most part, the results that came back would be fanart (laughs). It’s a bit strange - at that time, it was difficult to find art uploaded from the manga. If you could find anything, it’d just be art from the covers. So for the most part, an image search of Mob Psycho 100 would just bring you back fanart. A lot of that fanart would be… a shounen in a cool pose wearing a school uniform with smooth bobbed hair & sharp cat-like eyes, sort of like Hiei’s eyes (from Yu Yu Hakusho). Very different from the manga’s art. But when I looked at that art, I thought; this could work. Fanart is, fundamentally, ‘fans drawing what they like’, so I thought, ‘the anime having this kind of art would make the fans happy.’ Well, it didn’t work out that way, obviously. I was told the anime’s art should resemble that of the manga. (Laughs)”

He hadn’t read the manga so all he had for reference was art from volume 1 and the fanart he found online. “But I like things like spirits and urban legends, so seeing Dimple - a floating supernatural fiery ball - and being told the manga touches on the occult caused my interest to soar.”

Says that Teru is the easiest character for him to draw. “He’s overflowing with confidence, so it’s easy to put him into some cool poses. Mob and Ritsu in comparison, not so much. [...] With Reigen, he has a lot of poses that are like, he’s trying to look good. He takes a solid stance. I suppose Spirits & Such has such a shady air to it, and you have to hide that somehow, right? So, Reigen injects confidence into how he presents himself. A model-like stance.”

“The anime is faithful to the manga… ah, actually, Tsubomi-chan was changed with a ‘let’s make her more like a heroine’ conversation. So, I did so, but reading recent events in the manga I can’t picture her in her anime form (laughs). The manga’s Tsubomi isn’t much like a heroine, so I’ve found myself wondering, if we animate up until this part… just how will we approach it? The anime’s Tsubomi is so bright and sparkly, so she wouldn’t have snot hanging from her nose (vol.13 of manga), would she…? (Laughs). Perhaps we went a little too far with making her a heroine. Maybe, if we do season 2, we’ll turn her back into a normal girl (laughs). Well, Tachikawa-san is clever; I think he’ll find a way to make do with her current design.”

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Picture text: "This is Mezato's first appearance, so I decided to make her cute!! Thank you in advance!!"

Picture text: "That girl was telling me such a stupid story this morning... aidzuchi* isn't easy, you know... I'll just ignore her tomorrow..." [* sounds made to indicate that you're listening to someone speak]

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Asked about his favourite characters; “I love Mezato Ichi from the Newspaper Club. When I drew her in her character sheet in that pose where she’s holding her camera, I came to see her as being quite cute. So now I focus on her a lot; in fact, when I draw genga I sneakily choose the cuts that have her in them (laughs).”

“I also love Mob. Reigen stands out the most so your eyes naturally jump to him, but I love the balance that Mob has. His heads tall ratio... or rather, his face, and the way his body is proportioned? It makes him lovely. Ritsu is around the same height as Mob, but, how can I put this - the cuteness that Mob has, is lacking in Ritsu… due to the latter being quite standoffish, I suppose (laughs).”

Ritsu’s hair changing through the first season is discussed, and how it is purposefully shortened during the latter half. “I paid attention to making sure his hair was long especially while he was being possessed by Dimple. So it’d resemble thorns.”

“I feel Teru-kun is the most ‘yang’ of all the characters. The rest are more ‘yin’ in nature. Because of this, it’s easy to play around with his expressions - he’s fun to draw. Speaking in terms of Dragonball, he’s kind of like Mob Psycho 100’s Vegeta (laughs).”

“In episode 9, Dimple possesses one of Claw’s security guards, right? I don’t really understand why that security guard is so popular.” Q: What do you mean? “Because he’s just some middle-aged dude (laughs). He doesn’t even appear for long…”

After discussing the huge amount of SG!Dimple commissions received: “Unlike SG!Dimple, I don’t really get asked to draw Shou-kun. With this commission I thought to myself, I /have/ to include him here, and so I added him in. The initial brief excluded him.”

Asked about moments that stuck with him; “When Teru chokes Mob in episode 5. [...] Mob’s pained expression as he’s being choked is good, but Teru-kun’s face shows us… envy, jealousy, distress, anxiety.”

“Also, the ‘super real Reigen’ sequence from episode 12. The tension between Reigen and Sakurai is funny, but the art itself has had me laughing since production. It’s funny no matter how many times I look at it!”

Kameda’s idea to have the characters make number shapes for the volume art came from him watching ‘Tonneruzu no Minasan no Okage deshita’, specifically the ‘Mojimoji-kun’ segment of the show (where they try to make numbers from their bodies)

Volume 6’s cover art was first planned to have a whole ensemble of characters, but Kameda changed his mind on this - “if we do a second season, we can leave that for volume 12 (laughs).”

Volume 4's cover was originally planned to feature only Onigawara and Gouda, but Kameda found himself wanting to include the rest of the body improvement club

Regarding the pose we see on vol 6’s package art, “My original thoughts for that cover were to have Reigen and Mob in a ‘hell wheel’ pose, like, Mob pulling Reigen’s legs and arms… but that wouldn’t be very fitting for the final volume.”

His message to the readers; “Thank you for your support! With sales, the ‘this is popular!’ message gets conveyed, and the more support you give us, then there’s no doubt we’ll be able to produce season 2 and season 3!! Season 2 relies on your support. It’s in your hands - thank you!!”

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Crossposted on twitter here.

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #anime visual 2017 #Kameda Yoshimichi #interview #sg!dimple middle age man rights

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slytherinbarnes · 4 years ago

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Sub Rosa [86]

ii. the garden

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, mentions of killing, fighting, dead bodies/skeletons, nausea, language, angst.

Summary: your arrival to a new planet is exciting, thought that excitement is short lived as you come face to face with a new threat.

a/n: HAPPY NEW YEAR MY LOVES! i‘m looking forward to sharing the rest of sub rosa with all of you this year, and I’m looking forward to my new stuff too! here’s to having a better year than the one before! the taglist for this series is open! I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!

previous chapter // season masterlist // series masterlist

You don’t know what you expect when you walk through the Anomaly, but it’s definitely not water.

You open your eyes and look around, realizing that you are underwater in some sort of fresh body of water. You tilt your head up, towards the surface, watching as three other bodies swim their way up. You are the last to break free from the water, gasping as you take in a deep breath of air. The second you feel like you can breathe again, you start to look around you, your eyes falling on a mountain range that frames most of the lake. The shore of the lake is covered with a rocky beach, and a dense looking forest stretches behind it. Above you, arching across the sky, are a set of rings, adorning the planet like intergalactic jewelry.

You look around you in awe, letting out a shocked little laugh as Hope announces, “Welcome to Skyring.”

Echo quips, “Creative.”

“I named it when I was three. What do you expect?”

You look at Hope in shock, her mind easily recalling a memory from when she was young. Your eyes shift over to Gabriel, the two of you smiling a little as he mutters, “She remembers.”

But you don't get to savor the moment for long, because Hope is already frantically swimming to the shore, leaving you, Gabriel, and Echo behind. The three of you swim behind her to catch up, running the last few feet when your feet finally touch the ground beneath you. As Echo emerges from the water, she glances down at her side, now empty, before turning back to you and Gabriel. “My gun, I lost it coming through.”

“Let's hope you don't need it.”

Gabriel pats his bag, making sure it’s still hanging at his side, and you glance down to your now emerged thigh, confirming that your Grounder knife is still firmly held in its place. You look up again when you hear the sound of someone running away, and you catch a glimpse of Hope disappearing through the trees, leaving the rest of you behind. You, Gabriel, and Echo take off running after her as you yell, “Hope, slow down! Where are you going?”

You follow her along a path through the trees, until you emerge into a little clearing. In the center of the clearing is a house, made of wood and slightly dilapidated, but still standing and waiting for someone to step inside. Surrounding the house are a few plots of land where a neat garden used to stand, though now it appears mostly overgrown. All of you stop to stare at the house before turning to Hope, and Echo is the first to break the silence. “What is this place?”

You take in the look on Hope’s face, the lack of fear upon finding a house in the middle of the planet she’s clearly lived on before. You start to connect the dots, nodding as you understand. “Did you live here?”

Hope smiles at you and nods. “Octavia said you were smart.”

The compliment brings a smile to your face, though you don't get to enjoy it for long before she takes off running towards the house again, pushing the door open and immediately disappearing from view. The rest of you exchange a look and follow her into the house, standing just inside the doorway as she frantically tips over furniture and checks inside of things, clearly looking for something. “Where is it?”

“Hope, what are you doing?” She ignores all of you, and Gabriel reaches out for something on the table beside him. You don't realize what it is until he holds it up, revealing a creepy, homemade doll. “Interesting taste in toys.”

Hope looks up, takes one quick glance at the doll and counters, “That's not mine.”

The three of you again exchange a look, all of you confused on how this is her house but this is not her doll. “Is this your house, or isn't it?”

Hope continues searching the room as she answers Echo’s question, “I was with you on Sanctum for, what, a day? Given the time differential, I haven't been here for hundreds of years.”

“It's incredible.”

You can sense Echo’s growing frustration finally reaching a tipping point before she snaps, “Enough! We need answers, starting with where the hell is Bellamy?”

Hope glances at her before she picks up a basket and tips it over, shaking out the contents. “Once they got here, they used the bridge to take him to Bardo.”

“Bardo?”

“They?”

“Bridge?”

“Yes, the next stop. They are the disciples, the guys that were chasing us in the woods. The bridge is what you call the Anomaly.'' Now Hope is the one growing frustrated, flailing her arms as she talks mostly to herself. “Anders said if I tagged Octavia, they would let my mother live.”

Gabriel tries to process the information as fast as he can before asking, “And Anders is?”

“Head of the disciples.” She grabs a small vase off of the fireplace and reaches inside to pull something out. She holds it up, a strange looking key, glancing between all three of you before she adds, “Now, I'm gonna go to Bardo and make sure he kept his word.”

Hope tries to walk away, but Echo reaches out to grab her arm, pulling her to a stop. “Hey! You traded Diyoza's life for Octavia's?”

“No, I wasn’t trying to kill her! I told you, it was a locator tag. I didn't have a choice.'' Echo gives her an unconvinced look and you step closer to the pair, unsure if another fight is about to break out. You still don't know how you feel about Hope, and you’re still anxious about not being wherever Bellamy is, but you're also aware that Hope seems to have a lot more information than the three of you do, and you need her. Hope’s eyes fall to you, trying to convince you of her words. “She understood. My mother, my responsibility.”

You recognize the words as the same ones Bellamy would use when talking about Octavia, the same words his mother said to him after his sister was born. Which is why you nod at Hope in understanding, letting her know that you get it. You see a look of relief pass over her features, but Gabriel interrupts the moment with another question. “You said the bridge is the Anomaly, a bridge between worlds. Is there a way to control it here too?”

“Yes.” Hope motions to the space beneath Echo’s feet. “She's standing on it.”

Echo steps aside and Hope kneels down and uses the weird key she found to unlock the hatch. She throws the door open and quickly descends the ladder, the path to the Anomaly Stone on Skyring similar to the one you had to take on Sanctum. You’re the first to follow Hope into the dark space, which she quickly remedies by lighting a torch and then another. You take the second torch from its place on the wall and follow Hope to the stone, as Echo and Gabriel scramble down the ladder after you. Hope glances back at you and says, “I used to play down here as a kid. Little did I know it was a bridge to the stars.”

You use the torch to look around the space, the walls covered in hand drawn symbols taken from the stone. And in the middle of all of those symbols are two letters, carved into the stone wall, surrounded by the hand drawn sequences. Gabriel runs his fingers over them and reads out, “C.B.”

He turns to look at you with curiosity, but you just shrug, unsure of what the letters mean, and not really in the headspace to care. Because now, as you stand in front of the Anomaly Stone, you just want to get back to Bellamy. You turn to Hope with a questioning look. “So how do we get to Bardo?”

“Trust Bellamy.”

She reaches into her pocket to pull out the scrap of paper from earlier, a code printed on one side and a message on the other. “A friend on the inside gave it to me.”

Hope looks down at the paper, already reaching out for the stone, prepared to type in the code. But you watch as her hand and her face drop, and she frantically flips the paper over to check the back. “No, no, no. The code, it's washed away.”

You look at her with horror, and she holds up the small piece of paper to prove her point. You snatch it from her hands, flipping it over and staring at it closely, praying that you can catch some faint hint of the code that was previously printed onto this tiny scrap of paper. But just like Hope said, it’s blank, the code washed away, and all of your hope with it. Your voice is a broken, horrified sound when you whisper, “We're not going anywhere.”

You pass the torch and the paper to Gabriel as he’s the closest person to you, and then you run over to the ladder and quickly climb up, ignoring the trio behind you frantically calling your name. You make it to the top and turn towards the door, unsure of what you're even planning on doing, but as you start to pass through the doorway, someone grabs your hand and pulls you to a stop. You spin around and come face to face with Echo, who is looking at you with concern. “Where are you going?”

“I don’t know. To Bardo. I have to get to him, Echo. I have to save Bellamy.”

“I know, but this isn't the way to do it.”

You glare at her and snap, “Where was that eager attitude that you had five minutes ago? I thought you’d be on my side!”

“I am! But whatever reckless thing you’re thinking about doing to save Bellamy, it's not going to help. It’s just going to make things worse.”

Gabriel, who must have gotten up the ladder without you hearing him, calls out to the two of you from the other side of the room. “Hey, I think I can read this.”

You look up at him in surprise, your eyes falling on the paper in his hand, and you pull yourself free from Echo's grasp to cross the room and stand by his side. He looks up at you with a small smile, “Once it dries, I'll use the charcoal to bring out the indentations in the paper.”

You nod, and he motions for you to sit in the chair across from him. You oblige, plopping down into the seat as he turns his gaze to Hope. “Tell me about the code.”

“I already told you, it operates the bridge.”

“Right. Like the one on Octavia's back.”

Hope shakes her head, “No, that was for me.”

You all look at her in confusion, and she clarifies, “From what I gather, every mind has its own unique code. They call it a, um, a biometric-”

Gabriel finishes for her, “Signature.” He lets out a breathy laugh, and mutters under his breath, “A consciousness code, of course.”

Hope nods and continues, “When you put mine in on Sanctum, you pulled me over. Then I tagged Octavia with a tracker and sent her to the other side.”

“Did you know they were taking Bellamy too?”

Hope turns to you, shaking her head hard. “No, of course not. Octavia loves him. I made a deal to save my mother. The plan was for me to jump back in, rescue her and Aunty O, and kill anyone who got in my way.”

“Well, we’ll just adapt your plan then. We still save your mom and Octavia, but we’ll grab Bellamy too. And anyone that gets in our way, we kill them.” Hope and Echo both nod in agreement with your plan, but Gabriel, who has been fidgeting with the paper in his hand, tosses it onto the table with a huff of frustration. “We'd have to get there for that, and we are not going anywhere. Not with this anyway.”

You sit up from your seat so fast that you knock the chair backwards, letting out a frustrated groan and yelling, “Damn it! We have to get off of this freaking planet!”

You turn and stalk towards the fireplace, putting your hands on the hearth and leaning against it to center yourself. But as you do, the hairs on your arm lift, letting you know that something is off. It takes a second for you to figure out what, but you finally realize that there is warmth beneath your hands, coming from the fireplace. You turn to the others with a wide eyed look. “It’s warm.”

“What?” Echo crosses the room towards you and grabs a fire poker from beside the fireplace, using it to shift the coals around. When she does, some of them start to glow red hot, alerting all of you that the flames only recently died. Echo mutters to the others, “There's someone here.”

You look around and call out, your voice hopeful, “Bellamy?”

“He’s not here.” You ignore Hope’s voice and head to the door to the connecting room, hoping that when you push the fabric aside, you’ll see the smiling face of your fiance. Unfortunately for you, when you move the blanket that separates the bedroom from the room you’re in, you’re met with a man running at you and screaming, “Get out of my house!

He knees you in the stomach when he comes running out, and you grunt in pain from the blow. But you recover quickly when you see a knife being swung towards you, which you duck away from at the last second. The man seems caught off guard by your movement, and as his arm flies past you, you grab it, twisting his arm until he stands frozen in place. You wrench the knife free from his grasp and hold it up towards his neck, and as you turn to get a look at the others, your eyes land on the man’s arm. In the space on his wrist there is a timer, counting down from what appears to be five years. Your brows pull together as you look at it, trying to make sense of it, but you’re pulled from your thoughts when the man turns to the creepy doll from earlier and mutters, “Hope, I'm sorry. I'll come back for you!”

He knocks your grip off of him and takes off running out the front door, leaving you, Gabriel, Echo, and Hope to exchange matching looks of bewilderment. “What the actual hell?”

Hope looks over at the doll and mutters, “He called the doll Hope.”

You shake your head, trying to process the events of the last minute, and add, “The numbers on his arm were counting down.”

“It's how long he's a prisoner here. Five years.” Hope pauses, looking between all of you as she adds, “That’s how long I expect us to stay.”

You don't have time to process or disagree with her words before she’s jogging past all of you and heading out the door. You exchange another look with Gabriel and Echo, the three of you seemingly on the same page about staying here for five years. Meaning, none of you are even a little bit okay with that. You all run after her, jogging out of the house and catching up with her at the edge of the garden. Gabriel is the first to ask one of the many questions running through your heads. “You said prisoners. You don't mean this is a prison?”

“I did mean. Skyring is the place where they send people to atone for their sins.” She pauses near one of the plots, looking over it for a long minute. “This garden is one of his. We have to start planting soon if we want to harvest before winter.”

She walks off again, and you stare at her retreating figure, trying to convince yourself that she can't be serious about the four of you staying here for five years. There’s no way in hell you’re okay with that. You run after Hope again, calling out to her back, “Slow down! What the hell are you talking about?”

Hope glances over her shoulder at you as she stalks through the woods. “From the looks of our new friend, he's surviving on jellies alone. Eating like that, he won't make it five years, and we need him to.”

“Why?”

“Because he's our way to Bardo. When the timer on his arm hits zero, the disciples come for him.”

“Right, and you think they'll take us too?” Gabriel scrubs a hand over his face after asking his question, thinking, and the motion reminds you of Bellamy. You feel a rush of anxiety as you try to process your current situation, but your anxiety only deepens when you start to think about whatever situation Bellamy may be in right now. Being tortured, killed, interrogated. Wanted for bone marrow or information or god knows what.

Hope brings you back to the present when she answers, “Of course not. We kill them, take their suits, jump to Bardo.”

You grab Hope’s arm, pulling her to a stop, in disbelief that she is yet again reiterating a five year time frame. You shake your head, that disbelief written all over your face. “You have to be out of your mind if you think I'm waiting five years.”

“Funny, Octavia said that too.”

She turns and walks away before you can say anything, and you turn to look between Gabriel and Echo, silently asking them to back you up. Gabriel just puts a hand on your shoulder and squeezes before continuing forward, and you turn to look at Echo, who reaches out for your hand and whispers, “We’ll figure this out.”

You nod, unable to say or do much else, allowing Echo to drag you ahead, catching back up with the others. When Echo gets close to them again, her eyes find the sky, tracing the rings that arch over the planet. “Not bad for a prison.”

You shake your head, thinking of the lack of anyone or anything on this planet, reminding you a lot of your time in solitary during your own imprisonment in the Skybox. Reminding you of your near death experience in an arena in what feels like eons ago. “I’d be willing to bet that the real prison is the isolation, like solitary.”

Gabriel nods in agreement and adds to your statement, “Depending on the time dilation relative to Bardo, you could serve a twenty year sentence here in a weekend. It's efficient.”

Echo changes the subject, watching Hope closely. “I take it you've dealt with these prisoners before.”

“One, yes.”

“Dangerous?”

“It depends. Everyone on Bardo is raised to be a disciple. Every single one of them is a warrior, not like the flower children who worshiped you.” She turns and glares at Gabriel, and you almost laugh, thinking that flower children is the perfect name for the people of Sanctum. Almost every person from Sanctum that you had the pleasure of fighting was terrible at it, and the only ones who were any good at it were the Children of Gabriel. Even they were defeatable though. Unless they were in a group. You shake your head, clearing your thoughts and bringing yourself back to the present as Hope continues, “Fortunately, they send people here who aren't pulling their own weight, not devout enough, not strong enough. If everything I've heard about you two is true, we can take him.”

She stops suddenly, bending down to inspect a small broken twig and an indentation in the dirt. She glances at the three of you over her shoulder. “All right, be quiet. We're close.”

Echo, unable to quell her curiosity, asks, “Who taught you how to track?”

“The girl you stabbed and kicked over a cliff.” Hope ends her statement with a withering glare directed at Echo, and you’re suddenly glad that looks can't kill, otherwise your group of four would suddenly be three. Echo rolls her eyes when Hope turns back around and counters, “It's a little more complicated than that.”

You and Echo exchange a look, because Octavia and Echo’s complicated history is very similar to yours and Echo’s complicated history. And despite all of the near death experiences, boyfriend stealing, and clan loyalty, the two of you are now walking hand in hand on a planet that is magically connected to a different planet that you landed on a week ago after a 125 year journey through space. Gabriel seems to sense this moment between you and Echo, because he glances between you before looking back at Hope. “Sounds like a good story.”

Hope quips, “You just heard it. The spy stabbed her ex boyfriend's sister and kicked her over a cliff.”

None of you say anything, falling into an awkward silence as she continues to lead all of you through the woods in search of the mysterious man. Finally, you break through a line of trees into a clearing, and your eyes fall on none other than...an army of skeletons. You nearly groan at the sight, the image reminding you a little too much of the body snatching Primes on Sanctum that nearly stole your sister from you. You and Echo break apart and you hand her the knife that the man nearly stabbed you with earlier, arming her as you reach for your own knife. As you walk up on the circle of skeletons, you are suddenly hit by the smell of rotten, decaying flesh, and this time you do groan out loud, but so do the others. Echo looks over the clearing in bewilderment, “What is this?”

“I have no idea. Looks like he dug up the dead so he could have company.” You eye the skeletons, some of them sitting up around a chessboard, and you feel a roll of nausea as you focus on breathing through your mouth and not your nose, in an attempt to ignore the smell. Hope suddenly rushes across the clearing, dropping in front of one of the skeletons, her voice sounding teary and broken when she whispers, “Dev.”

The man from before suddenly rushes across the clearing, towards Hope, and she scrambles away as he yells, “Leave us alone! I didn't invite them here, I swear it.”

Gabriel whispers, “Isolation madness.”

The man grasps onto his skeleton friend, continuing his mutterings, “Broke into our house. I tried to save Hope. I tried, but I couldn't. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.”

Hope steps a little closer to him, kneeling down and softening her voice as she tries to console him. “Hey, I'm Hope. I grew up here.”

Gabriel, who has been standing very still to your right, seems to see something, because he starts to step away from you, his voice breaking through the soft conversation between the man and Hope. “Wait.”

It’s loud enough to spook the man away, and you all watch him jump over a tree and run off again, disappearing into the woods. Hope turns around, a glare on her face, directing her annoyance at Gabriel. “Damn it, I told you we need him!”

“Maybe we don’t.” Gabriel kneels down beside a skeleton, and you and Echo draw closer as he brushes a finger across the name patch on the skeleton’s body. It’s half degraded, eroded over time, but the first three letters remain. “C-O-L.”

Echo glances at you, and then to Gabriel. “Colonel? Military?”

He shakes his head, reaching into his pocket for a small knife as he does. “Colin, last name Benson. C.B. It was on the wall near the stone.”

He glances at you, aware that you were present when he read the letters out earlier. And then he unfolds his pocket knife and moves towards the skeleton, reaching out for the skull. He uses one hand to hold it steady, and one hand to pry away whatever disgusting gunk is on the skull, quickly revealing something you weren't ever sure you’d see again.

“A mind drive?” You look between the drive held proudly in Gabriel’s hand, and his face, confusion written across your own features. “How?”

“Eligius III was here. We're on planet Beta.”

Gabriel pauses long enough for his words to have an impact on all of you and then he takes off running back towards the cabin. You, Hope, and Echo follow behind him in confusion, calling out to him as he moves, but his mind is only focused on one thing, and that does not involve briefing the three of you. So you all just have to watch him in confusion as he crashes into the cabin and heads for his bag, digging around for a second before pulling out a tablet, and only then does he start to explain. “Everyone on the Eligius mission got one of these. Becca Franko designed the memory drives to be a data retrieval system so the mothership crew could determine what happened if they returned to find a mission team dead. You know, like an airplane black box.”

The three of you shake your heads, none of you familiar with the concept of an airplane black box. But Gabriel ignores it and barrels on, “Russell and I reverse engineered their tech to hold an entire mind.”

You process his words before pointing down at the tablet in his hand. “Wait, that'll play his memories?”

“Yeah.” Gabriel tugs a different mind drive from the tablet, glancing at you as he does. You’re already well aware of what sociopath previously existed on that tiny piece of hardware. “Josephine?”

“I needed to make sure she was really gone.” He slides the new mind drive into the spot on the tablet, powering it on, the screen fuzzy and staticky. You look at it with worry, and Gabriel must sense your growing anxiety. “Just wait. It's repairing corrupted data.”

“So what are the odds that Eligius III randomly chose two planets connected by Anomaly Stones?”

Gabriel shrugs, “Long. I'd say it suggests that the people on Bardo descend from Eligius as well, and if I'm right, it could mean that the species that created the stones thousands, perhaps millions of years ago, were looking for a new home too. I mean, think about it, right? No need for spaceships or cryo or mind drives. You could explore an entire universe.”

Your mind starts to wander at the possibilities of the stones. You’re gonna get Bellamy back, and then the two of you can explore the stars like real space explorers. You can travel the Universe without worrying about the time it takes to normally do something like that. You can discover new planets together and experience everything that the Universe has to offer. You’re starting to think that’s the most exciting idea you’ve ever had. Hope breaks your reverence though, and brings your crushing reality right back to the forefront of your mind. “Not to point out the obvious, but if your friend here figured out how to operate the stone, he'd have used it to leave. He wouldn't be here playing chess with the dead.”

“No, no, no. Colin was a quantum physicist, a Fields Medal winner. If anyone could figure out how to-” He’s cut off by a video suddenly beginning to play on the screen. A woman, dressed in a lab coat, her dark hair swept to the side, leans over someone sitting in a chair. “Dr. Benson, blink if you can hear me. Dr. Benson.”

Gabriel lets out a surprised laugh, “Becca? God, I had a crush on her.”

“Wait, that’s Becca?” Gabriel nods, and you look at the woman again, finally able to put a face to the woman that created Nightblood and the Flame. The woman who accidentally caused the end of the world, who later became the first Commander. Despite living in her mansion and her lab for a while, there were never any pictures or magazines with her face lying around. You never really knew what she looked like. Clarke told you that Becca and Alie looked the same, which she knew because she saw them both in the City of Light, but since you never took a chip and saw Alie, you never really knew what that was like. Still, it’s weird to see Becca now, in this video, before she causes the end of the world and before she becomes the center of religion to the Grounders.

On the screen, Becca continues talking to Colin. “The procedure was a success. The implant will start collecting your memory now. If you die out there, my face will be the first that the follow up team sees. I envy you, you are going on the greatest adventure in the history of history. Lightbourne, the pompous ass, thinks that Alpha is the one. He's afraid that Beta's too far from the black hole relative to the others, but if you ask me, time dilation is sexy as hell. You'll get to the future faster.”

Gabriel mutters, “The black hole, of course. That's why time is so accelerated here.”

Echo, eager to get to the memories that get all of you out of here counters, “Can you fast forward?”

“Quiet.”

Echo rolls her eyes and turns to face you. “This is gonna take a while.”

You nod, your mind drifting back to the man who tried to kill you not long ago. “And I’m sure that guy out there is eager to come home. I’ll take first watch.”

Echo nods in agreement, and you head for the door and step outside, wandering through the garden path and stopping just at the edge of the garden, leaning up against one of the structures and looking out into the trees beyond. You sit out there for a few hours, watching the woods and waiting for any sign of the madman, but you never see him. Towards the end of your watch you start to get bored, and your eyes wander from the woods and over to the garden at your back. You lean down to smell the flowers that are behind you, the patch of purple flowers reminding you of Shallow Valley and you get a pang of longing for your home and your twin and for Bellamy. All you can do is pray to the Universe that Gabriel figures out the code and gets all of you off of Skyring and onto Bardo.

As your eyes roam over the flowers near you, they fall to a bottle, sticking out of the dirt. Curious, you pull it free, shaking it slightly and listening as something shifts around inside. You pull the lid off and turn it over, a rolled up piece of paper sliding out and into your hand. When you unroll it, your eyes fall on a letter, the handwriting both familiar and unfamiliar, and as you start to read, tears tug at your eyes.

Bell,

I hope against hope that this letter reaches you. I need you to know that you were right. There was a darkness in me, but Diyoza helped me past that darkness. It's behind me now. I need you to know that I finally understand all you did to protect me, watch over me, love me. I wish I could see your face and hug you... and tell you that I get it now. I wish I could thank you. By the time you get this, if you get this, I'll probably be an old lady or dead. I want you to know I was happy. I have Hope. Diyoza's a pain in the ass, but I love her like I love you. Please don't worry about me. You deserve to be happy, big brother.

Always yours, Octavia.

You hear the door to the cabin open from somewhere behind you, but you are too absorbed in Octavia’s lost words to her brother. Words that indicate that she was here much longer than you realized. Words that indicate that she had started to heal before reality caught up to her again. As you start to lower the letter, Hope’s voice angrily calls out, “Where did you get that?”

You motion to the dirt beside you, confused by the anger in her voice. “I found it here.”

She snatches it from your hand and snaps, “That was not meant for you.”

She walks past you, the letter still gripped tight in her hand, and her feet carry her until she’s just at the edge of the forest. You watch her in confusion at first, not understanding the anger behind her outburst, until suddenly you realize that Hope’s shoulders are shaking slightly because she’s crying. You stand from your place near the garden and walk towards her, and when she hears you approach, you watch her angrily swipe away her tears before she starts to speak to you, her back still facing you. “I remember when she threw this into the bridge, we still thought Sanctum was on the other side. It must have been how they knew we were here.”

She starts to cry harder, relieving the trauma of her past, and you reach out for her arm, trying to turn her to face you. “Hey, come here.”

She shakes you off, resisting the comfort you're trying to offer her, but you try again, aware that she needs this. You only know a fraction of what Hope has gone through, but you know that more than anything, she needs a friend, and she needs a hug. You put your hand on her shoulders, trying to turn her towards you, and she resists you at first. Until suddenly, she spins around in your arms, jumping towards you and wrapping you up in her arms. She hugs you tight, confirming what you knew all along, that she needed a hug. You hug her back just as tightly, letting her know that you're here for her as you whisper, “We'll get them all back together, whatever it takes. Gabriel will get us the code, and then we’ll get them back.”

She nods, and the two of you stand huddled together as she cries in your arms. You hum Clair de lune, comforting her the way that your dad used to comfort you, the way that Bellamy comforted you, and eventually she starts to quiet in your arms. When the two of you pull away, you move to sit at the edge of the garden again, this time side by side, watching the trees in mutual silence. Hope is the first to speak up, her voice low and ashamed. “You must think I'm so weak.”

You shake your head hard, giving her a serious look. “No, the opposite actually.”

A second voice from behind you pipes up, scaring you and Hope both, your heart jumping with fear. “We've seen your moves, and with teachers like Diyoza and Octavia, I wouldn't want to face you in battle.”

You turn around and look at Echo, glaring at the quiet spy who easily snuck up on you both. “You scared the hell out of me.”

She gives you a small smile and plops down beside you. You're not sure how much she saw of you comforting Hope, but she doesn't comment on the girl's tear stained features, and you’re sure Hope is grateful for that. She glance at Echo, responding to her initial quip. “They didn't teach me to fight, my mom wouldn't allow it. A prisoner came here a few months after they left, Dev. He taught me.”

You think back to Hope’s earlier broken cry when you found the army of skeletons. “The body.”

“Yeah.”

You’re about to ask a follow up question on what happened, but you never get the chance, because you're cut off by an excited yell from inside the cabin. You, Hope, and Echo all turn to look at the small building, watching as Gabriel comes running from the cabin, practically bouncing with excitement. “He did it! I need something to write with, charcoal, a pen, anything!”

You all jump up and follow him back towards Hope’s former home, excited to write down the code that’ll take all of you to Bardo so you can save your families. Except, as you step inside the cabin, Gabriel holds out a hand to the three of you, forcing you to stop, his eyes locked on something in the corner of the room. You freeze, already worried based on Gabriel’s body language alone, but when your eyes finally find what he's looking at, your anxiety spikes even further. The mystery mad man stands in the corner of the cabin, the tablet held in his hand. Your one way ticket off of Skyring held in his hands, and he’s turning it over, end over end, looking at it closely.

“What is this?”

Gabriel holds up his hands in surrender, trying to appear as non threatening as possible. “It's okay, no one's gonna hurt you. That's a memory viewer, okay? My friend was here, and he entered a code and opened the bridge. We need to rewind it, so that we can get the code and open the bridge ourselves. You can go home.”

The man is shaking, his voice raspy from lack of use, and he starts to get panicky. “Too soon. I must serve my time!”

You feel the hairs on your arm lift, and you know that something bad is about to happen unless you can stop it. You meet the eyes of the man, careful to keep your voice soft and soothing, “Okay. If you want to stay, you can stay. Just give us back-”

And before you can finish your sentence, he cuts you off, his voice loud and upset. “No! I serve the master, I am his shield and his sword! For all mankind!”

And before any of you can say anything else or do anything else, he lifts the tablet above his head. Your eyes fly to it, watching the events unfold like they’re in slow motion. As soon as the tablet is high enough, he brings his arms down, putting some force behind his throw, and you are left frozen in place, watching the tablet fall from his hand and clatter to the ground below. You hear someone scream as it hits the ground, shattering into pieces, and later on, when you play through the moment in your mind, you’ll realize that it was you screaming. But in the moment you don't notice, because all you feel is heartbreak and despair. You sink to your knees, staring at the shattered pieces in front of you, well aware of what this means. Without the memory viewer, without the code, all four of you really are trapped here on Skyring for the next five years.

There will be no rescue missions, no saving of anyone, because you’re stuck.

You're stuck until the crazed man in front of you is allowed to go home.

You're stuck until you can kill the men that come for him.

You're stuck, separated from Bellamy.

And in that moment, you swear you feel something inside of you snap.

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