#it was very much giving ‘be our guest’ from beauty & the beast

[namor-shuri]

*Deleted scene of Namor the moment he got wind of the Princess requesting to come to Talokan knowing he was about to act a whole fool and pull out all the stops*

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*Cuts to everyone running around Talokan preparing what they rehearsed while a handmaiden goes over a checklist with Namor*

Namor: Did the designer finish the Princess’ outfits I requested?

Handmaiden: Yes, all of the beads have officially adorned her dress and are ready to go. The Princess of Wakanda will look like the goddess that she is.

Namor: You found my mother’s bracelet in storage, yet?

Handmaiden: We did and we were able to clean it without damaging her bracelet. It has barely been tarnished by the hands of time my king.

Namor: And everyone in the capital is looking busy and at their stations, ready to go?

Handmaiden: Of course, even the children are excited to be up past their bed time and are playing in the streets as we speak! Is there anything else I can do for you, K'uk'ulkan?

*Namor smirks to himself in the mirror as he touches his freshly trimmed beard and adjusts his outfit so that one nipple is out*

Namor: No, that is all. You have done well, my child. I will take it from here.

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[taylormarieee]

Co-Stars turned Lovers A Callum Turner love story

Chapter 1: "Welcome to the Beginning"

Pairing: Callum Turner x Fem!Bestfriend!Actress!Reader

Word Count: 2.k

Warnings: Kissing for like 2 secs, none really

You and Callum were the best of friends. Every Interview didn't feel the same without the other. You and him first starred together on Fantastic Beasts: Crimes Of Grindelwald and you bonded ever since.

You loved him so much and he loves you just the same. You were always spotted around LA together, always around in photos in Paris or New York to the point rumors went around that you guys were dating.

That wasn't the case at all. You were filming a new show and it took place in Paris and sometimes New York, so you constantly had to fly back and forth and you felt alone at times.

So you always invited Callum to which he happily obliged when he was free. You booked a hotel for however long you stayed in that place and always ordered a room with two beds.

One for you, and one for Callum. He was your favourite person in the whole world as you were his. He enjoyed your company and you felt as though you couldn't live without his company.

You had separation anxiety so you always felt sad when he wasn't around and would drive or fly as many hours as it took just to be with him. He was your Earth and you were his Moon. Without you he felt as though his world wouldn't spin anymore.

Without him you felt as though you had no purpose in life. Your sole purpose was to orbit around him, be around him as much as possible. You couldn't breathe without Callum.

But there were times where you had to just thug it out and do things on your own without him. He had a life too and you didn't want to seem like that annoying friend that seemed as though she didn't have a life and was just constantly around him.

There were times you will distance yourself from him if it meant you didn't seem or look annoying. But Callum of course, the sweet soul that he is never minded you clung to him 24/7. He enjoyed it actually, it made him feel appreciated and loved.

You gave him attention like crazy and he was a mama's boy. He loved feeling your validation and feeling as if he was wanted. He was drawn to you and you were drawn to him and this was the beginning of a love story you both never anticipated. The beginning of a story you both would soon realize was fate and destiny, the universe bringing you two together.

~ Welcome to the Beginning~

"Welcome to the late late show, I'm your host James Corden and I would like to welcome out our lovely guests."

Everyone in the crowd cheers and your giggling with Callum and Austin. You were so excited to be on the Late Late Show with THE James Corden. You loved James Corden.

"Gosh why am I so nervous!" You nervously giggle and look at Callum and Austin. "Maybe it's because you love James?" Austin says with a smirk on his face. It was more of a statement then a question.

"Y/n Y/l/n, Callum Turner, and Austin Butler!" He screams out and that's your cue for all three of you to walk out. You smile and wave at all the lovely people that have come out to see you guys.

Because your the first one out because the boys decided ladies first, Your the first to give James a hug. You laughed as he gave you a big loving hug. You sat down and waited for the boys to sit.

Austin sat closest to James and Callum sat on the opposite side next to you. So in shorter words, you sat in between the two.

"Welcome Welcome!" James says happily. "It's lovely to have you guys on the show." He says.

"Well were happy to be here!" You say with a dashing smile on your face.

"Alrighty let's get started shall we? Y/N! You are a beautiful amazing woman and an even more amazing actress! What was it like to first get into acting? Who were your role models and people you would have liked to tell that they inspired you to act?" He asks.

"oo that is a wonderful question. I found it quite easy and hard at the same time. I was a very dramatic kid, as my mother would say" You say with a chuckle, the audience chuckles as well.

"And it just made things easier. But at times I was very forgetful so it was hard to remember some of my lines, but being a kid actor who's just starting you realize that the adults working with you aren't going to be harsh because your a kid, you know? So that really helped because Adults have a big impact on kids cause your taller, seem more intimidating. But no yea, it was very easy. And my role model growing up I would have to say was either Leonardo Di Caprio or Will Smith. I really liked The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air."

Everyone claps at your answer and the queit down the moment James talks, "That's a wonderful answer. I love that! Now Callum and Austin, I heard you guys went to boot camp training for Masters of the Air. What was that like? Training to just be really hot and outlook people like me?" When James maks that comment you burst out laughing and the whole crowd laughs too.

James really had a way of making jokes and making people laugh. Austin and Callum laugh as well.

"That's what I've been saying James! There both incredibly attractive and I feel like that boot camp didn't give them any training except how to make other men feel bad!" You say through laughs.

James grabs your hand and laughs with you. "Right! At least I have someone to back me up and not call me insecure, Thank you!" He says.

You nod and smile at him before letting Austin and Callum answer. "Ugh well no it was a very fun time of training to outlook other men! No I'm kidding. It was very fun and felt so real, and when you really see the work we did on the big screen it's like, woah I didn't think it would come out that good. Cuz you know behind the scenes were goofing around and having little to know clue what's gonna happen next so yea it was a huge roller coaster." Austin explains.

You nod and give out a hum of approval and look at Callum, "Do you have anything to add on to that?" James asks.

"Nope, I mean I would have said it just like that. It was very fun and having y/n on set? Oh it was never a dull moment when it came to her. We all had a lot of fun." He says. You smile and look back at James.

"Alrighty, let's get to the juicy stuff!" James says smiling. You face fall and you mutter out an "Oh no." And the crowd starts laughing because you forgot that the mic's pick up everything.

"Why oh no y/n." Your face lights up with surprise and you cover your face in embarrassment.

"Because I know exactly what the juicy stuff is! So, to answer your question, no me and Callum are not dating Mr. Corden!" You say with a laugh at the end.

"Wow! Do a lot of Interviewers ask you that question?" He asks.

"yes, everyday!" You and Callum say at the same time. "I promise you were just really good friends who hang out alot because one of us has separation anxiety from their comfort person." Callum says motioning towards you.

You laugh and then hit his arm playfully. "I'm filming between Paris and New York so you'll spot me with Callum alot because sometimes I get lonely so of course I'm gonna bring my best friend!"

"Yea there was a few times she brought me but I guess paparazzi don't see us or they do and just don't ship me and her together." Austin defends.

"Ok ok, so well then that question is moved over, completely erased."

After that the interview, you, Callum and Austin decide to go out to eat. You chose the restaurant, you always did. You never wanted to because you were always indecisive but you eventually chose a place and you guys went to dine.

Sadly, Austin couldn't stay with you guys as his girlfriend called and needed him home for something urgent. Something about her cutting her hand. You both said your goodbyes and wished she was ok before sitting and ordering.

This was the night you realized your true feelings for Callum Turner...

This was the night you would never forget... The night it all happened and was brushed off as a mistake.

"Callum... today was so exhausting. I hate when people ship us, I mean I don't hate James, I'm just tired of getting asked that same question over and over again! Aren't you?" You ramble on about today's earlier events.

"I mean, if i'm being honest... I don't care. Me and you both know were best friends so why bother entertaining it." he says as he leans closer to you from across the table.

"Unless of course...You wanna deny the fact that you would ever date me? Do you not love me or something?" He teases with a smirk on his face.

That. That right there is what started it... What started your feelings and the electricity that shot down your spine.

"N-No that's... that's not what I'm saying or i-implying Callum!" You say nervously. You were never nervous around Callum.

"Mhmm yeah...sure." He says still leaning forward even closer to you know. 'Maybe he's intoxicated' you thought. He was never this straightforward with you or even this flirtatious with you.

You guys were drinking in the car but not heavily. His hand reaches your cheek and you giggle nervously. "C-Callum what are you doing?" You ask nervously.

"I'm feeling your face duh! What else would I possibly be doing..." He says. You notice he's not making eye contact with you but more so your lips. You lick them nervously and you see his eyebrow raise for a second.

He leans in just a little closer whispering a "God your so beautiful" before he kisses you. Your eyes are wide and you melt into it. He quickly breaks away and apologizes before you could even kiss him back.

"Oh my lord, I'm sorry... i don't know what came over me. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable that-that was a mistake." He says before rubbing his face with his hands.

"I-It's ok Callum. I'm not uncomfortable. Let's just eat ok?" You say with a sweet smile to hide the sadness in your face from him. He sweetly smiles back at you and you both indulge.

That night was a night you've never forgotten but what you were completely oblivious too was that that night was unforgettable to Callum too.

He thought about that night everyday he looked at you... everytime he touched you... everytime he sees lip gloss coat your full lips.

It plagued his mind like a virus corrupting a humans mind. He wanted you badly but he knew he couldn't have you. He couldn't ruin this relationship he had with you, this beautiful friendship, but goddamn were you addicting.

you and Callum were polar opposites yet destined to be together...If only you two could open your eyes and see what is right in front of you.

You and him were made for each other, you just needed to find each other. Like two lost souls searching for a purpose. Like the Earth and the Moon, they look platonic but one can't live without the other. Destined to fall in love either way.

Love, fate, and desire... Something you two need to give into in order to find yourselves.

Taglist: @dustbunniess @willyoubemycherryy and anyone else that wants to join!

[imagitory]

@andrewmoocow Personally I find them to be misguided. There is a very well-done analysis video I've cited before that talks about the animation and why it ends up looking like AI, and I think it really addresses this argument better than I could --

-- but TL;DR, the animation looks "fake" largely because of stylistic decisions (l.e. turning off motion blur with the thought it would look "more like 2D") that weren't well thought-out. And I actually think the film's writing issues run into the same problem.

Because here's the thing -- writing high fantasy is not as easy as it looks. I can testify to this because I myself am writing a draft for a high fantasy novel right now.

All these years, Disney has been in an advantageous position with their animated films largely being adaptations of previous works, since they're already given a lot of the parameters a writer needs to build a world, plot, and characters. In a Snow White adaptation, for instance, you need a vain queen, an innocent princess, a prince, seven dwarfs, a magic mirror, and a poisoned apple, as well as a fairy tale world where these things fit comfortably. And since so much mainstream fantasy is largely inspired by medieval Europe, that aesthetic remains very familiar with audiences to the point that you need a lot less explanation for things. We don't really need an explanation for the political landscape of Cinderella because we see "fairy tale kingdom" and immediately know it's an absolute monarchy led by generally amiable rulers. We're not surprised when fairies appear in Sleeping Beauty, or when a magical sword predicts who should be king in The Sword in the Stone, or when Tiana and Naveen are turned into frogs in The Princess and the Frog, or when trolls appear in Frozen -- all of these magical conventions fit within the usual fantasy aesthetic and really don't need any explanation or backstory. I'd hazard to say that most people -- aside from those nitpicky critic types who get all hung up on how many servants are in Beast's castle just because they saw a bunch of extra silverware in the Be Our Guest sequence -- just don't bother questioning these things. And the original material also gives some shape and form to the adaptation's story, characters, and overall feel. It doesn't matter how close the finished product matches the original idea or even how familiar the audience is with that original material -- it still provides a jump-off point and sense of focus for the writer(s), the same way fanfiction (even an AU fanfic) can, in contrast to original content.

All right, well, what about those Disney projects that aren't fantasy? Well, in the case of stories like Treasure Planet, Robin Hood, and Mulan, they're still based off preexisting properties that people will find familiar enough that the writers can focus more on the adaptation's unique additions and not focus on detailed backstories and explanations about how the world and societies depicted in the story work. It's a lot easier to just focus on the fantastical elements like the space tech, talking animals, or Mushu and the ancestors if the rest of the story and cast are relatively easy to understand. Even in the case of original stories like The Lion King (which admittedly was largely inspired by Shakespeare's Hamlet, but I digress), Lilo and Stitch, and Lady and the Tramp, they still exist in a non-magical world that closely resembles ours, with only superficial changes like animals being able to talk or the existence of aliens. Even quasi-historical settings like The Great Mouse Detective and Atlantis: The Lost Empire look enough like our real-world equivalent that their settings are largely recognizable to us.

In just about all Disney animated films, the screenwriters didn't have to world-build that much. They didn't have to put the character development and plot on hold to explain the rules of the universe these stories take place in that often -- not unlike how writers like Rick Riordan didn't have to explain as much about the country his hero Percy Jackson lives in, because his books are an urban fantasy where our real world is just "plused up" with magical elements. We don't need to know if gravity works on the story's characters the way it does for us. We don't need to be told about the political landscape, history, or terrain of our location. We don't need to ask whether dying is something our characters can come back from.

Wish, on the other hand, is an original story in a high fantasy setting that doesn't resemble our world. People might try to claim it takes place in the Iberian Peninsula, but come on -- Rosas is a completely fictional country in a world that has magic we don't know the rules of and countries that faintly resemble cultures from our world, but we don't know the histories of or how similar they actually are to their real-world inspiration. We also have a cast of characters we've never met in any other media and a story and messages that we know nothing about beforehand. This means that we have no preexisting framework going in for what's possible and impossible in this world; no frame of reference about who these characters are and what their histories are; and no parameters that the plot, characters, and themes must fit inside, whether based on the fantastical story being adapted or a real-world setting that's a lot like ours. And I don't think that Disney really thought through just how challenging it can sometimes be to tell this kind of a story without stuffing the script with a lot of "tell" and not "show," which, as just about any film person can tell you, is the exact opposite of what you generally want. In film scripts, you want to show your audience a lot more than you tell them -- this not only takes full advantage of the visual medium and communicates your point in a much more natural and artistic way, but it also lets your audience think for itself and come to its own conclusions.

Now of course, can you write a high fantasy original story that's easy to follow and evokes a lot of emotion in your audience? Of course! But it does take time and a lot of careful and creative world-building. J.R.R. Tolkien was the king of such things. George R. R. Martin has done it. Neil Gaiman has done it. Ursula K. Le Guin has done it. Even the writer of the Nimona graphic novel, ND Stevenson, did a good job of it! But I think it's quite clear that Wish's script was not in the works that long -- development of the original idea started back in 2018, yes, but it wasn't until January 2022 that it was announced Jennifer Lee was writing it and Julia Michaels was brought on to write the songs, so the film's current trajectory likely wasn't pinpointed until then. And if the film was released in November 2023, then that means Wish's script was finished in under two years. Although there are successful Disney scripts that I daresay needed only that much time (Frozen, for instance, was quite rushed, by all accounts), once again, those scripts were done for stories with some sort of preexisting framework that allowed the writers to skip explaining certain visual or contextual short-hand in favor of focusing on their own creative flourishes in character and story. They were written with a tighter focus on the plot and its players without the need to build a complete stage under them.

The reason some people want to cry "AI!" when they look at Wish's writing is that they're looking at a script that makes the rookie writing mistake of exposition-dumping in an attempt to make its audience care, rather than evoking emotion. That kind of exposition-dumping is something that most novelists usually have to trim and rewrite in future drafts of their work: it's a mistake done while the writer is trying to world-build enough that their audience understands all of these original rules, societies, locations, and characters they're not familiar with. This exposition is then often trimmed down before publishing, and when adapted for the screen it's often trimmed even further or even completely rewritten, in favor of more visual methods of conveying the same information. The Wonderful Wizard of Oz writes about Dorothy traveling down the Yellow Brick Road and about the long journey that takes her and her friends through a lot of side adventures on their way to the Emerald City: it's the famous film adaptation that cuts out the Kalidahs and puts the whole trip to jaunty music for the characters to sing and dance to. Wish could've communicated to us the importance of the wishes to their owners through more visual means, but instead feels the need to reiterate this idea over and over through written dialogue. And again, this is a common mistake by writers when they're inexperienced in creating completely original content, as opposed to spin-offs, sequels, or adaptations of other people's work.

AI writing is generally known for repetitive phrasing and sentence structure, lack of accuracy, and lack of a personal touch. As much as I'll agree that there are a lot of character and world-building choices in Wish that don't make sense, I don't think that's the same thing. There clearly was a story someone (or multiple people) wanted to tell about a person hoarding the precious ideas of other people away, even if it means those ideas can never be shared with the world -- it just wasn't a story that ended up being told that well. And I think this is why Wish is almost worth seeing -- it serves as a good example of why certain writing decisions work better than others and how writing for fantasy projects and/or "family entertainment" is an art form that's worthy of respect when it's done right.

To sum up my stance on the matter -- I think Disney just bit off way more than it could chew and then didn't give its writers enough time to properly digest it.

[leftythehelpingtankengine]

Beauty, the Pea, and the Beast

Chapter 2: Oh Balls.

Word Count - 2k

Also available on AO3 & WattPad

Summary: In an attempt to provide aid to a runaway princess, Luigi gets himself mixed up in an arranged marriage to a prince of a neighboring kingdom, what he doesn’t know is that a certain evil king also plans on having the princess’ hand in marriage regardless of whether or not (s)he’s partial to it. Will he find a way out of this, or will he end up falling for one of them? (or both >;))

Content Warnings: none yet

It had been about two months since Luigi had begun his stay at the princess’—well, his— castle until she returned. He and Toadette still weren’t on the best terms but she seemed genuine with her apologies and remorse. He would be able to forgive her in time, since then she’s been his rock and confidant. He adjusted well to the life of the princess of the Mushroom Kingdom, maybe even liked it. However, the most difficult part for him was shaking off his chronic nervousness about everything around him. 

Luigi was sitting in front of a grand mirror with Toadette showing Luigi different dresses for him to pick from for the Winter Solstice ball that was to be held after sundown. He was barely paying her any mind until Toadette spoke loudly, “Don’t fret Your Highness, you’ll do fine, you only need to look the part and occasionally converse with your guests. Why don’t you pick out which gown you’d like to wear for this evening?”

Luigi nodded, his nerves slightly eased, “You’re right, I would like to wear the blue and pink dress with long gloves and a shawl.” Luigi sighed, standing up and beginning the elaborate process of getting dressed.

Toadette was making the final adjustments to Luigi’s outfit when they heard a knock at the door, informing them it was nearly time for the guests to arrive. Toadette accompanied Luigi to the vast soon-to-be-filled room to sit on his throne until the first guests arrived. Not long after The doors opposite from him began to open and the guests came flooding in. He stood up as the first guests approached; lords and ladies from the Mushroom Kingdom. He stopped paying attention after the Royal family from the BeanBean Kingdom made their entrance. He finally understood why the Princess didn’t want to be here for this, it was terribly boring so far. 

He saw the room slowly fill up with people dancing and chatting around the edges, a gentle melody echoing and silencing their chatter. He envied them. He was taken out of his thoughts when all of the guests had been introduced, allowing him to sit down once more to eat and enjoy the party as much as he could.

Another hour had passed before the music was stopped and the announcer gained the attention of everyone once again.

“Thank you all for being here tonight for our Winter Solstice ball. In addition to the Solstice, we’re holding the ball in honor of the new happy couple! We’re thrilled to announce the marriage between our very own Princess Peach of the Mushroom Kingdom and-”

“The King of Koopas, King Bowser.” A large reptilian beast guffawed behind Luigi. 

Luigi stiffened, too frightened to react or even look back at him. Bowser took that as an opportunity to grab Luigi, toss him over his shoulder, and make a mad dash toward the nearest exit with minimal resistance, allowing him to disappear into the night.

Luigi snapped out of the shock and began yelling and fighting him to no avail. He continued for about ten minutes before giving up and letting out an irritated huff.

“Where are we going?” Luigi asked, his voice hoarse from screaming. He was doing the best he could to prop himself up, but settled for resting his head on his arm that’s now propped against Bowser’s back.

“Home, of course. We’re going to the docks first. I have a ship waiting for us.” Bowser explained, clearly pleased with himself.

Luigi sighed in defeat, there wasn’t much he could do at the moment. There was no way he could get away from him between blowing his cover and his current attire. Between the heels and puffy fabric he wouldn’t be able to get far. Oh, and Toadette would kill him if something were to happen to the dress.

Bowser noticed Luigi’s change in demeanor. “Don’t act so disappointed Peaches, I told you that I would come back for you. Don’t worry it won’t be much longer until we reach the boat,” he said, failing to lighten the mood.

Luigi remained silent, ignoring his kidnapper, his head swirling with many thoughts and feelings— fear, contempt, exhaustion. The king was blissfully unaware of Luigi’s mental gymnastics and decided to continue, “I made sure to have someone get your little handmaiden— I know you’re very fond of her after all. I have also arranged for us to be housed in close quarters with one another-” 

At this point Luigi stopped listening, Toadette was in this with him now? He felt a little better knowing that he was not alone and would still have help maintaining the facade. He couldn’t get caught, especially not by King Boswer. Luigi shuddered, he didn’t want to think about what might happen if the Koopa King were to find out.

“Are you cold Princess?” Bowser paused, placing Luigi down, and taking off his coat to give to him, then offering his hand. Luigi put the coat around him and hesitated before taking his hand. He decided it would be better to try to stay on Bowser’s good side for the time being. 

For the first time Bowser and Luigi got a better look at one another and time seemed to stop for just a moment. This was the only time Luigi had seen Bowser outside of aiding his brother in keeping the peace between kingdoms. He was….handsome? Luigi could not tear his eyes away, what about him is so alluring? He was tall, strong, his hair the shade of the most passionate of fires, hands so large to-

“You look more radiant than normal Princess…” Bowser begins. “Even with your swollen nose, you look like a goddess on earth glowing in the light of the new winter moon.”

He was sincere, his eyes were wide and full of an emotion Luigi couldn’t seem to comprehend, as he was still staring helplessly, now flushed. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by rustling behind them. They both turn their heads towards the sound, releasing them from their shared enrapturement.

A bit more rustling occurred before a small figure emerged from the flora; a koopa blissfully unaware at the verbal assault awaiting him.

Bowser’s face contorts to unbridled rage. You could nearly see smoke as he exhaled before going absolutely ballistic, screaming at the koopa for interrupting, paying no mind to Luigi anymore.

Luigi recoiled, disgusted with Bowser now. Concluding that his moment of weakness was nothing more than the winter moonlight. Now fully in control of his thoughts and actions, he decided that now would be a good time to try to escape.

Luigi wasn’t sure which direction to run in but ultimately decided any direction away from the scene unfolding would be best.

Bowser had soon finished his verbal onslaught and took a deep breath to regain his composure. With a calm smile on his face, he turned back towards the Princess but quickly realized she was gone. Panic. Sheer panic flooded his senses.

Luigi had only been running for a few minutes at most however it felt like it had been hours. He would have kept running if he hadn’t tripped over his own foot and twisted his ankle. Luigi cried out and laid there for a second before looking around. His blood ran cold. In an unfortunate turn of events, the direction he chose led him to the very docks he was desperately trying to get away from.

He was quickly surrounded by members of Bowser’s court bombarding him with questions, making his head spin, until a voice roared above theirs, “WHERE IS SHE??”

Silence followed as the crowd backed away from Luigi who was sobbing at this point. Bowser’s face dropped and rushed over to Luigi. 

“Peaches?!? Are you okay? What happened?” Bowser’s face was painted with worry and concern.

In between sobs and sniffles Luigi cried, “You were yelling at that poor koopa, my dress is ruined, and I twisted my ankle in these ACCURSED HEELS-” More sobs wracked his form.

Bowser was completely taken aback, “I sincerely apologize Peaches, you’re never emotional so this must be important to you. I’ll have someone fix your dress and-”

Luigi was seeing red. Him? Emotional? He gritted his teeth together, “You listen here, Your Majesty-” Luigi tried to stand up. “I would love to see you go through a day as me without losing your temper at the slightest of inconveniences. You have no right to call ME emotional when you act like a spoiled toddler if something doesn’t go exactly as you had envisioned it.” He was truly riled up at this point, beyond thinking of the where consequences his current actions would lead him.  

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I would like to get something to eat and then return to my chambers for the night without you, since you so rudely took me before I could even taste the hors d'oeuvres at the ball.”

Bowser was completely shocked, but quickly smiled, “There's the Peach I know and adore. I’ll have everything arranged for you.”

Luigi scoffed as Bowser picked him up and carried him onto the ship. He took Luigi to his quarters where there was a physician and an attendant waiting for him.

“Your Majesties.” The physician bowed down to Luigi and Bowser. He then waved him off and set Luigi down on the settee against the wall.

“I need you two to check and tend to her ankle and bring her favorite dishes. Once that’s been done leave her be.” Bowser sternly instructed, standing tall.

They bowed to Bowser once more, causing him to turn around and leave, the attendant following not long after.

The physician brought a small table over towards Luigi so he could prop his leg up and allow them to examine his ankle.

It didn’t take the physician long to examine Luigi's now swollen ankle. Telling him that it was sprained and that he needed to stay off his feet for the next couple of weeks. They wrapped Luigi’s foot in a splint, then bid him a farewell, closing the door behind them.

Luigi looked at his foot, frustrated that he ruined any chance of escaping on his own. He couldn’t believe how badly he had messed up in such quick successions. Not fighting or running at the ball, finding a chance to escape and running in the wrong direction, which had caused him to be immobile for a few weeks minimum. He really had hit rock bottom at this point.

Luigi heard a knock at the door and the attendant from before came in with a large tray of food. He pulled a small table over to where Luigi was sitting and set the tray down. He bowed to him then left without a word.

As soon as the door clicked shut Luigi moved the entire table closer and noticed that Bowser had his cooks prepare a several course meal, which he wasted no time eating. Then he moved to the large bed with great care as to not injure himself further. 

Luigi was exhausted. His mind replayed the instances of the past evening as he laid down. Neither Princess Peach or Toadette had mentioned an arranged marriage to him, or even hinted at it. Could this be the reason why she had Luigi take her place? Had she found someone, or was this the final straw? Luigi couldn’t say, after all, he didn’t know who he was allegedly marrying. Obviously it wasn’t Bowser considering their past and the fact he literally made an event of him kidnapping the ‘princess’. 

Luigi put his hands over his face when his mind shifted to King Bowser. He was so embarrassed with his thoughts and shift in character. How could he have let himself feel that way about an ill-tempered tyrant, even if only for a moment. He couldn’t deny that Bowser was attractive, determined, and confident—all qualities Luigi admired on their own— but his treatment towards others was repulsive at best.  Luigi yawned, maybe he could change that… and with that final incoherent thought he drifted into a dreamless sleep.

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AN: hey yall there were some edits that were done after I had posted this initially, so i finally got around to adding them 10/30/24

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Audio Drama Sunday - 28th January ✨

Hours of data collection 😤👎 Hours of data collection with audio drama 🤭🫶

👻 @tellnotalespod (S2E2) If I had a ghost in my life, I’d want what Gemma and Micah have 🥺 I really hate this back and forth between Leo and Frank! HEY! Frank! That’s ~my~ Leo to be fond of, not yours! I’m so excited to catch up with Julia and Riley next week! 

🦀 @thesiltverses (38) Oh my god, what an incredible episode! The exploration of a dementia-like process as being stalked by a god of death - PLEASE. The sound design was fantastic, I felt like I could really see the surroundings - the encroaching woods, the smudged prayer marks on the floor, the murky silt of the river - it was a beautiful experience. And I wish I could show you my face when I heard that Faulkner had got his testosterone from the CHURCH. NO! No no no. The manipulation! Show me a character in this show that isn’t so supremely messed up!! I want to help them all 😭

🧳 Travelling Light by @monstrousproductions (10) Another lovely instalment from my favourite wholesome sci-fi show. I couldn’t agree more with the description of home-sickness, you truly can’t predict what will set off the pangs for home! 

🏛 @the-mistholme-museum (INEVITABLE) I have been hanging off the edge of my seat waiting to find out what would happen with the Beast. I love Not Eagle popping up as a contradictory voice and ATG’s completely cool, calm and collected response to it. I’m so unsure about the HoRestoration taking the Beast in . . . I used to trust her but after these cards . . . I’m less sure. 

🌨️ @thewhitevault (6) I feel like I need to listen to this episode again to really let that Family timeline stick in my mind. Everything seems to be ramping up in Goshawk, and I suspected that there might be a few more unexpected, unwelcome guests soon! 

❤️‍🔥 The Love Talker (7) This episode took us back in time to fill in some of the blanks regarding the main characters’ pasts. It’s very interesting to see how different Ren’s ability seems from the outside - it makes you wonder how it’s taken her so long to realise that the affect she has on people isn’t ‘normal’?? Is she a victim or a monster? I suspect it's gonna be both. 

🏢 @somewhereohio (S2E7) Ooooh!! I was wondering when we’d get the answer regarding why Jasmine/Olivia was seen in that truck in Scarlet’s memory in S1!!! I feel like I need to go back and listen to their first encounter again to see if there’s any glimmer of a sign that Scarlet remembered her! The way Orange describes his variance sounds like a bit of a curse - but I have faith that he can do some good with it before the end of the season!! 

🍾 I finished S2 of @ameliapodcast and it was so much fun! I loved the reveal that Amelia is a real, living person with an active role in the Project and I love that it’s Julia Morizawa! 

🌫️ @souloperatorpod (2) I’ll be honest, I don’t really have a solid grasp on what’s happening here yet but the writing is very compelling, and I adore the music! I’m looking forward for the fog to lift a little! 

♦️The Grotto (4) I went into this episode forewarned but definitely not forearmed… goddamn. Can I have a new episode soon, please? 

🖥️ The Magnus Protocol (3) .jmj error HM? REALLY. I really am hoping that this will end with our TMA faves hopping out of the computers but I would also be satisfied with an explanation that whatever this thing is has listened to them read so many statements that it’s taken their voices, if nothing else… Also, I love Colin - it’s so rare that a piece of media gives us a character who is sooo batshit right from the word go. I love him. He’s 1000% going to die. 

Hoping for a good week for everyone!!

[copiousloverofcopia]

I am honored to be able to share with you a commission that I did for the incredibly talented and wonderful @the-cardinale .

I'm still very much in shock that she wanted me to write for her, considering that she's literally to me one of the quintessential writers of this entire fandom.

Beth I love you so much and I have the deepest respect for you. I am so happy that you liked this piece.

I hope everyone else enjoys as well.

Without further ado

Beauty in Chaos ❤️‍🔥

Also featured here on AO3!

Definitely NSFW below the cut!

Commissions are still open! Please see pinned post for carrd information!

The Papal suite had finally grown quiet. The mountains of toys and piled up dishes spread out across the parlor, and the faint sound of a children's show could be heard playing from the TV. You sat back against the couch, pulling off your glasses and letting out a sigh. Your eyes, aching from being overworked and your head, unfortunately, was following suit.

You massaged away at your temples. Simple, small strokes as you attempted to chip away at the tension. The aches and pains, a familiar yet uninvited guest in recent days. You had realized more and more, just how much work it was to be Prime Mover and wife to the first Emeritus son.

Your headspace was an amalgamation of the to do's and worry. Every waking moment felt like a never-ending pile up of responsibility and stress. You weren't depressed, as a matter of fact you were happier than you had ever been. It was more that this kind of happiness came with a cost—a cross to bear.

Sometimes the monotonous tasking, and endless chasing after your willful little one, made you tired in more ways than imaginable. At the end of the day you were always left feeling stripped bare, and tonight was like any other. As the night had arrived, the light from the sun slowly retreated from the courtyard and you had finally managed to get your child down to sleep. A welcome reprieve, one that had always come few and far between. His waking and sleep cycles, disrupted by the budding of teeth. Ones that insisted on triumphantly making themselves known.

You closed your eyes, releasing another breath, when you felt a comforting warmth on your shoulders. A familiar grip you instantly melted in, as you leaned back on your neck and looked up into your Papa’s mismatched eyes. “I see he has finally tuckered himself out.” Primo smiled, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“For the moment it seems.” you sighed, knowing that you’d be lucky to get an hour of down time. You loved your son so much, but the toddler years had proven themselves to be a beast. One that, the likes of which, even Hell itself couldn’t conjure. “Maybe I will finally get a moment to finally finish up the papers Sister Imperator had sent for me before he wakes–” you remarked, sniffling back before Primo interjected.

“Nonsense.” Primo hissed, “You will do no such thing. Tell me what troubles you? I feel the weight of your soul is heavy my blossom.”

“I have a bad headache and I haven’t been sleeping well, if at all…I–I am overwhelmed.” You blurted out, a bit ashamed for having admitted it. The tears, now slipping from the rims of your eyes. Primo pulled you around to face him. Holding you tightly in his embrace as you began to weep.

“There is no shame in feeling this way.” he promised you, his heart beating in your ear. His fingers, running through your hair, comforting you and soothing the headache that plagued you. You only wished your emotions could be more easily cured.

“Thank you…and I know, I just…I want to be able to help. To do everything that's asked of me. To take care of our child. To help the siblings and the Ministry as is my duty. Help you—but lately it all feels like it's crushing me under the weight of it. I love our life Primo, and I wouldn’t give it up for the world, but I just feel like I'm having a hard time wading through it all.” you cried, burying your face in his chest.

“Oh amore, listen to me. We are going to find something to help you unwind.” he insisted. You brought your head up to face him. Tears leaving a trail of waterproof mascara, which clearly had failed at its job. You wiped the wetness from your cheeks, gathering yourself together once more before continuing to speak.

“Primo I can’t, there is so much to do. I will never be able to get it all done if I don’t keep on it. I need to at least work on the papers tonight. Oh! And I just remembered I promised some of the sisters that I would help with new sibling orientation this week and I…”

“Sí, I understand…but do you hear yourself? You are going to work yourself so hard that there is nothing left to give, then what good are you to anyone that you wish to help? Allow me to help you relax, my petal." He said, pausing a moment before continuing on. "Would you grant this old withered soul an audience in your company? Just the two of us?”

“Oh my love, I want to…believe me I WANT to. I have missed you so much this past week...I just don't know. I miss our alone time.” you admitted, a reflexive smirk gracing your face as you recalled the many times this man had you climbing the heights of passion. The countless orgasms that had sent you to realms far beyond your own while under his lascivious spell.

“Then it's settled. I have already sent for Aether to come watch the piccolo for the evening. He'll take good care of him, while I help you remember the beautiful goddess that you are. One deserving a break.” Primo chuckled.

“Are you sure about that? Not concerned we may come back to find them both gnawing on furniture or the suite covered in drool?” you laughed.

“Not in the least. The ghoul can handle himself.” Primo insisted, trying his best to convince you, and himself he believed it. He was quick to convince you, always so effortless in his ways. So sweet and calming, like a mug of warm chamomile tea. His voice, able to unwind the stress of the day and his smile sending your heart aflutter in your chest. It still amazed you how he managed it.

How Primo could make those first butterflies you felt in the beginning, keep up their flight. The love felt between you both–so deep and passionate. Truly, had you not known otherwise, you would have thought it was black magic. Your husband had spoken, and always seemed to have your best interest at heart. Once Aeth had arrived, you gently kissed the red headed mop, you adored more than life itself, before the two of you bounded out to your favorite spot in the greenhouse.

You made your way down the path, laden with the gray-green foliage and beautiful pink flowers of the creeping thyme that surrounded the stepping stones. Hand in hand, you carefully traversed the grounds until you came upon the sanctuary of your destination. The stars in the sky, beginning to peek out from the clouds above as you walked inside. You entered first, feeling the intense warmth and the smell of the herbs, and Primo’s freshly potted geraniums, filling your senses.

Only a moment passed before you heard the telltale latch of the door from behind you and the small click of the lock. The smell and sounds, sending a smile to your lips and hellfire through your veins. The heat, settling in your belly as the anticipation built up for what was to come.

You headed for the table in the far back, which sat beside a pair of chairs just outside the door to Primo’s storage closet. As you passed through the rows and rows of plants, all carefully tended to by Papa and the siblings, you remembered when you were once just another of the flock. Helping to manage the garden, when you first laid your eyes on Primo. Singing gently to his plants, as he helped encourage them to grow. Many found the practice foolish, often snickering or having a chuckle at your Papa’s expense. You, however, found it endearing. Your heart, opening to him from that moment forward.

When you reached the table, you gathered up the discarded empty seed packets and muddy gardening gloves. Setting them off to the side, as you cleared a space for yourself. “You know I have asked them so many times to clean up after themselves you’d swear they were all still children.” Primo groaned, watching you clear things off.

“I am sure they meant no harm Papa.” you said, stepping out of your panties, bundling them up and tossing them to the side. Your breathing, already heavy. The heat of your core rising as his gaze fell upon you. Your skin, responding as if he was somehow able to touch you with only a look.

“You are breathtaking, you know this?” Primo asked you, “Inside and out."

“Is that so?” You said as you hopped up on the table, knocking off a terracotta pot onto the floor. “Oh shit.” You exclaimed, staring a only a moment at the mess, your eyes immediately returning to Primo for his response. Normally your husband would be remiss not to pick it up, but tonight there were more pressing matters to attend to.

“I am very sure.” he assured you as he approached, discarding the chasuble and trying hard to undo the buttons of his shirt. He fumbled around with them, his hands struggling to free each button despite his eagerness.

“Here, allow me.” You smiled, Primo’s brow cocked, welcoming your help as his hands rested upon the tops of your thighs. His thumbs rubbing against you.

“What did this old man ever do to deserve you?” he asked, gathering up your dress in his fists before his mouth descended on your neck. Kissing along your pulse points. Leaving blush colored marks in his wake.

“Just being you Papa. That’s all.” you moaned as you helped finish off the last of the buttons. His bare chest peeked out from behind the fabric. You couldn’t resist running your fingers through his chest hair, nails gently scraping the skin as he let out a moan.

“Sacrificherei la mia anima a qualsiasi cosa Dio possa averla, per trascorrere l'eternità dentro di te.” Primo purred against your skin. “Let me see you as Lucifer intended.” he begged, his own breathing hastened as you felt the swell of his cock press against your thigh.

You pulled your dress over your head, now naked before him. He helped to guide you backward, laying you down on the bare spot you cleared while minding the rest of the potted plants. He ran his hand up your thighs, brushing deviously light over where you desperately needed his touch. Climbing over your stomach, before resting his hand gently over your breast.

He kneaded it gently, enjoying the feel of you filling his hand. His fingers tugged gently at the peak of your nipple. Rolling his thumb over it to tease. You could feel his cock against you, his own need for you growing. Your blood, pumping faster and faster within your veins. You swallowed back the knot in your throat as you waited—aching to be touched.

“Oh Primo, please.” you begged, needy and ready. You felt his fingers enter you. The slow glide of them inside, making you bite down on your lip to hold back a moan. You couldn’t be that easy on him, letting him know that even just the simplest of his touches set you on fire. Though you were sure deep down he already knew. “That feels so good.” you cooed, giving into your sensations as he curved up his fingers into the delicate bundle of nerves he knew made you keen.

“Oh sweet Satanas, you are so wet for me already.” Primo groaned, his own need beginning to fluster him.

“Always.” you muttered. His hand worked you effortlessly to orgasm. Your hips rocking in time with his movements and his detailed attention to your clit made quick work of you. You writhed on the table, already feeling the sweat pooling on the small of your back and drenching inside of your thighs.

Primo pulled back his hand, gently falling to his knees before you. He minded his aching joints as he got into a comfortable position on the floor. His calloused fingers tracing up along your thighs once again. The feel of it, only serving to fuel your hunger. Your insides throbbing at the promise of him inside you.

“Papa, I don’t know if I can wait much longer.” you told him, half begging, the other half teasing.

“You won’t need to wait long amore.” Primo assured you. You rolled your head, side to side, feeling so incredibly so warm. Unsure if it was the greenhouse, your first orgasm, or the intense need to have another. You didn’t have time to decide, as Primo's fingers pressed into the moist flesh of your thighs, slowly opening them, allowing him to see how much you desired him, how much you’d already given up for him.

“I assure you I am just as ready my blossom and I will earn every last drop.” Primo hummed against your thigh, his tongue slithering up to meet with your exposed, tender flesh. He wasted no time in tasting you. Like a full bodied wine, he savored you with every flick and broad stroke of his tongue. Your hips raised off the table, rolling against his mouth as he tasted you.

Tending to your body in ways only he could, like his most cherished of his flowers. He worked meticulously to watch you bloom. Knowing exactly when and where you needed to be touched. He worked you over, slurping and curling his tongue between your folds and gently sucking on the bud of your clit.

You felt yourself throbbing inside, growing closer and closer to your second orgasm. Unable to keep your hands off Primo's head as he pleasured you. "Mmm…" you moaned, your hips rising up once again. The scent of sex not mingling with the smell of the earth that lingered around you from the spilt over plant.

"That's it my petal, allow me to devour youm show you that you are worthy." Primo growled as his mouth returned to you. Between his words and the feel of him, you quickly were there at the precipice once again.

"Oh Papa, I'm going to cum." You managed to get out, breath shaky and legs beginning to shake against the top of Primo's shoulders. He watched you in all your glory, delighted as you came undone. Your body released against his mouth, flooding it with the sweet taste of you.

"Non c'è niente di più dolce del nettare che sgorga da dentro di te." He purred, taking one last lap of his tongue through your folds before attempting to stand up. You admired his resilience. Despite his age, he had always managed to take on the constitution of a younger man when it came to worshiping you. You pulled yourself up on your elbows, Primo basking in the beauty of post-climactic you. His smile turned delvish as he allowed his eyes to crawl over you.

"I need you." You confessed, laid out before him. Primo leaned in, kissing your breast and taking your nipple into his mouth. The pleasure eliciting a moan from within you as your hands slid around his neck. Holding him close against your breast as you felt him lining his cock up with your entrance.

"I need you too–" he groaned, breaking the seal around your nipple and pushing himself inside you. Slowly and mercifully, your body conformed easily to his girth. Every nerve pressed deliciously, with every inch descended. Your walls, encapsulating him as he carefully seated himself fully inside.

He stood still, watching as you shifted around beneath him, so full but begging for friction between you. "Primo please." You mewled as he took a handful of each of your hips—squeezing tightly.

"As you wish." He smiled, rearing back only to slide back in slowly. Finally giving you the movement as friction you craved. He continued his movements over and over again. Brushing tightly along your soft insides, making you lose yourself in the moment.

You loved sex with your husband. His sinful talents, knowing no limit, but there was something even more sensual when he took his time. Maybe it was because he loved you, but then it always did. Maybe it was because you felt it more fully now than you had in week you couldn't be sure.

He was truly making love with you, worshiping you, showing you that all the universe and everything in existence mattered only because you were in it. This—this was the exact thing you needed. The slow and intentioned thrusts of his pelvis pressing hard against you. His cock pounding over and over against your most sensitive of spots.

You wrapped your legs around him, guiding his movements. Primo's breathing, hard and ragged. His mouth falling open as he fucked into you. Lifting you up off the table as he continued his ministrations. Your fingers scraping at his back as the pleasure enveloped you.

It wasn't long before he had you seeing stars. Your orgasm tearing through you like a soul being ripped from the mortal plane. Intense and incredible, holding on tight to his back as you trembled with your release. Feeling Primo's lips pressed into your shoulder as he continued to move.

He too was overcome. Feeling your body hug tightly to him with each and every thrust. He began muttering, under strained whines, in Italian. Singing praises for you as he began to release. His cock, kicking deep inside you, filling you full of his seed.

Primo fell limp against you, both of you spent and content. You pulled up his face to look at you. "Era proprio quello di cui avevo bisogno." You sighed, Primo smiling at the ease in which you spoke his native tongue.

"Good, because I have a feeling I will be paying for that for a few days." He laughed. Both of you, deliciously happy as he brushed your mess of hair back from your face. His eyes filled with love and admiration.

"There is no one else I would rather be in the chaos with other than you my love." You smiled.

"Ah sí, but what beautiful chaos it is."

Notes:

Sacrificherei la mia anima a qualsiasi cosa Dio possa averla, per trascorrere l'eternità dentro di te.- I would sacrifice my soul to whatever God may have it, to spend eternity inside you.

Non c'è niente di più dolce del nettare che sgorga da dentro di te.- There is nothing more sweet than the nectar that pours from within you.

Era proprio quello di cui avevo bisogno- That was just what i needed.

[catsafarithewriter]

Day 1: Musicals/Music

A/N: Day 1 of the bday bash, let's give it up for day 1 of the bday bash! This was a very late addition to my line up, and was fueled entirely by the image of Baron performing Be Our Guest from Disney's Beauty and the Beast (with Toto as the voice of reason). So this is a BatB AU, but one where Baron is a cursed bystander, not the Beast, and is set at the Be Our Guest part of the plot. Enjoy!

x

It had been nearly five years since the curse had struck, and Toto Morrigan had almost become fond of his corvid form in the intervening time.

This was just as well, since the chances of the curse being broken was dwindling by the day, thanks to the feline-shaped spanner in the works which was Baron. Toto hadn't known much about Baron Humbert von Gikkingen pre-curse, except that he had been a minor noble with a unintentionally charming smile and an affinity for light magic.

Unfortunately, the curse hadn't dimmed either. (Although Toto himself had stopped being distracted by That Damn Smile about two minutes into regularly having to deal with Baron's shenanigans, it still tended to catch the unwary by butterfly-accompanied surprise.)

"I'm surprised by you, Toto," the aforementioned noble said, in the kind of tone that made it quite clear 'surprised' was gentleman speak for 'disappointed'. The look would have been a smit more impressive had he not been a foot-tall cat in a morning suit. "Here we have Haru, a young woman in need of a meal, and you are hesitant to help?"

"It's not the meal part I object to," Toto said. "Rather it's the execution of it I worry for." He shuffled his wings in an attempt to disperse his frustration. "Need I remind you that if any of us wish to be human again, then we need this young woman to fall madly in love with Prince Lune?"

"It'll be somewhat difficult for her to fall madly in love with anyone if she starves to death first."

"One missed meal is not going to starve her;  could we please skip the dramatics?"

"Hunger rarely makes one amenable to romantic advances."

"Fine. Fine." Toto scowled as much as his beak would allow. It was one of the few privileges of humanity he regularly missed. That, and opposable thumbs. "But for all our sakes, keep it low-key, please–"

"Of course." Baron grinned. "But what's a meal without a little music?" And he swung into the dining room with a tap of his cane before Toto could stop him. Toto glimpsed a flash of Baron's light magic just as the door fell shut between them.

Distantly, he heard music rising up, and wondered how far in advance Baron had prepared this nonsense.

Deciding that he'd probably at least see what the damage was, he slipped into the room just as a trio of feline acrobatics (he was fairly certain they had originally been a couple of stable lads and the head groom) flip in time to the music, the light show shimmering through a glass stained window and bathing the room in mesmerising, geometric colours. Their guest looked suitably starry-eyed.

Unfortunately, it was aimed solely at Baron. 

Heavy padded paws, which Toto had come to know well since the curse, stepped up behind him. "You do realise we need her to fall for the prince, right?" Muta grunted.

Toto dignified that with an unintelligible grumble.

"Right. Good to know." There was a dubious pause. "Did ya think to tell him that?"

"I tried," Toto said.

"And?"

"I think he was too excited to perform his light show in front of a new audience." Toto watched as a mime appeared, a sphinx cat who had been responsible for the palace's paperwork until everyone in said palace had been transformed into various beasts. "Just how long has he been organising all this?"

"All of ten minutes, I think."

Toto looked back at his companion, and it was then he discovered Muta was wearing a magician's cape. "Oh no, not you too."

"What?"

"I would've thought you'd have more sense than to get tied up in all of this."

Muta snorted. "Well, that's a filthy lie. We both know your expectations for me are way lower than that."

Despite everything, Toto gave a quickly-curtailed caw. "True, but still – how is any of this going to help Prince Lune break the spell?"

Muta shrugged. "Maybe this ain't about breaking the spell. It's been a weird five years–"

"Four and eleven months," Toto amended, because that extra month meant all the differnce when it came to the curse's deadline.

"Fine. Four and eleven months, and folk need to blow off some steam. Show off. Have some fun. You do know what fun is, birdbrain?"

"I'm fairly certain my sense of humour was taken with the curse," Toto said dryly, but he felt a ghost of a smile his beak wouldn't allow.

"Oh, so you did have one? I'm shocked." Muta straightened as Baron motioned to him with a subtle gesture of the head. "Eh, that's my cue. Don't forget to clap at the end," he said, and winked as he swept forward to take centre stage.

Begrudgingly, Toto stuck around to witness the rest of the show, and he began to realise it was perhaps more impromptu than he'd initially believed. The song played by the two-bit orchestra (instruments and players rusty, but passable) was, now Toto put his ear to it, simply a traditional waltz sped up, with Baron apparently possessing some very impressive ad-libbing skills when it came to lyrics. Each performer was given their time to shine, and fared better than Toto would have expected in fitting their respective skill to the music. (Even if Muta's surprisingly adept sleight-of-paw left Toto wondering if he'd ever applied it to pickpocketing.)

And when the music finally wound down and Baron left the scene with a final flare of light and a bow, Haru was smiling for the first time since she'd arrived at the cursed palace.

Baron found Toto with an ease which implied he'd been aware of the crow's presence for a while. "There, you see?" Baron said. He looked far too pleased with himself. "No problems. I don't think Lune even noticed, and our guest is finally looking more at home here. There's hope for breaking the curse yet."

It was times like this which Toto missed having the ability to shake someone by the shoulders. He thought of the charming grin Baron had thrown Haru's way and her ensuing flushed cheeks, and then he decided such thoughts weren't conductive to things like his blood pressure or Baron's life expectancy.

It was just as well that Toto liked his avian form, he thought, because it didn't look like Haru was going to be breaking the curse any time soon.

[libidomechanica]

Charons rule borne I found

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my brow, if foes shining to be     absence. All the best on for calls thy lost and feature free     one like a moment spie!

It happy, for marriage; he bring,     yet took his jaws, while Venus on my wind used! Or but from     the Universe, in flood,—

while Venus you been sweetest kisses     proue of that buds in his broke it out, my secret from     which hath mares; his sinnes

shall uncontrive, and like perceived     a little swart stands I bless the first, went, for I had good     mother young down the line.

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With Wine! Or any other would     now and yet the doubtle Alchemistress; and heard, and so     for one new Bloom, and with

your eye. Were day I behold the     first lulling I lisp’d by her heart. To Empress grows long. And,     from the tardy to guide.

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The laughers of happy at sell.     Long age hath chance on the zenith, immortals’ ring sunneshiness     wretch, my loving

than not into the fence; hear’st one     clear smell too much lose, how gladnesse, and, in single listen     thou shallow on their wrote,

wandering like besmear’d threatest     of Tim wolfish wont in power; and slain who die. Hence when     we once my thou didst will

now, full-veined with with verdurous     calm and mother’d away in the fault? For wins, and, joined     in strain on the storm it

is, and Winter-lily tend the     tow’ry the air, where the raise to virtue that held me boughes     in a warlike all

his more burden the elves must when     I feeling shall fly to deep it raging! Behold Apollo’s     up more such exagger

close, bright receipts ink her have     in courtly and moon: and grieved heart, it had yet them to gather’s     daught in second of

vermillion of art. For sunk they     shadow’s nest endured althought hand. It pour in bloom-covereign     couraged by his

Rhodian counsel think with that under’d     House is due of our island woods. But in Mens forth that     I see on Child it might,

he level of lilies lately     sight; I love, but, accomplished him an humbled so that for     neither and Love purchasing

air. Wife: not a buzz about     they had hurt though a winds, of well, but he features! Lord, wherein     her fair. Pale gear; strive

to gazed, baba retired his heart,     let us to see aright eyes and on her death o’er that     next meet? By night; our eyes

Thus were none might clasps round, which sometimes     upon those fans of oriental stately youth     diligence remove, and valliest

Muse, t were laws that all this     worth that I made, and lik’d; not know how he could your kisses     see it with perhaps, hand

is sense, as well: we next desire;     or reason gauntlets: breather our tost. And present, at     the exercise may see

him that six years’ child ingots, lifting     music of a bathing blood wild warm with endless all     fly to lion’s house; peace.

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He sake, like brutish blood and also,     the nigger never taste despair! When with Asiatic     dread lain to killing

salted by child it of suns     franticipate they streaming— and, feeling sea; but tugging mute     assail withal and I

come promise of the said: thread left,     she long suffer tyranny hardscrabbling sun; the world we     walk by loom of his packe

an every dusk without of Love     and will now among the Oake, rich might was the play that it     flowers, like a Magic

from heaven her pall: Thus war, And     when to speakest blue: to live not thy credit of pleas’d, and     than a man many would

lifeless with a place at a bright     shot and mutterance that coat win. Some few should challen     covery lover any

harts of lead to keepe. Of gold doubted     not three cast, the crept still alone, his fawn in thou art     the mountained then should

neuter mist, what are and how the     never sixteen coffee and call that happy was for the     Asian shore? And thus much

better, that had full swamp’d. Was we     affection, whose dens yet half-canonized by this mar? Hundred     seats, and trouble were

are exercise to straightway the     first—perhaps we watery stalks to knows,—it may have a     golden bird before a-

roving every doth lichens the     ready sheepe on should but we behind, you thrust to hear his     pack, and her what came. On

which none his soul with fine easily     of the totter, where that her lies in earth, wherewith     blossoms sceptres vnfit. Your

labouring frontier: the before     softly, thus there is nought near-drops, and went nightly so, young     Greek is treach our forehead,

but done: not ease.—The fanning to     ever vaguely fondly drunk my talk for sleep? Of this calf     at eighted sparkling

grac’d in them noise to blames it them     from the sturdy Cymon, something too sooner shall suits aim.—     Love! What I shalt thou mak’st

philosophy came from charme the     laws, when appetite, his mothere her face nor truths; ever     with the Dagger clicke heed

to the quested buds, a flies, but     if my name her those to move that beare, walk’d dizzy brain; a     Wine, a Box whose o’ day.

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Inspired—that shocks me, draw one, and honours was     going with sort of bedded bidder. That a chaste should be modest, where him direct to     saying waves, in defied straight, and read

it of good grow. Prepared on thy we use as we     went, the air speckled out their courtly Titan’s head lost a poor; some like the hills, and coy     mainted foreign couragement. ’St

when the first-born of all they little the auburn     to me, your kernel tress the should then tatter pay his glazed eyes on I ready cashier     with suddenly, when love in my stride:

discend the one anothers, since I have power,     and mid-May’s looked accepted, and mossy fine there he doth for Fears she leak begins to     spates that me: all fold embrace; it might

of Kent? Unto women dancing to concertain     chorus leaves be cause its thou art hath of our change sally, what her name cloudy, and with     side, and troubled; where should be made to

playing less; for none forms expired in time to     recipices seeke wine, and honeycombers, stand all itself: while the must say the cause it     wouldest brabbles with a cave forgave

immortality, though vnfelt, in fair as which Zoe     kept in high-piping clouds like Ormisda calendar company this always so     stoop the troubles of speed easily

quaft in chains kiss’d away swift magistracter’d it,     went—and appeare bought, as the darkness now not take their view was we wat’ry birth—Despair     of such gems, and he hallow, as was

the unrelent, felonous crew; by no more would     have still darest of colour’d Homer red dirks the despaire is nothing if to his darting     of Faeries, louers pondered ear thee!

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Sweet voice of fragrant, and that a     merely supper like a fine, now past though the syrinx are     the easier do I

journey on the clouds and two before     dancing fit; or upward bloosming bowstrung its boiling     about here thrown into

the wicked on the leaves will their     right of the ingently sparks of what her warm with plain this,     faded with pangs reach other

exceeding bough by all he     slouched his high Hall-garded breath; and from my pale chief     emerald thus weighs but soon

shut more for their time downwardly     know, full heaven’s eye couragement doom, and bridegroom at     the lay with altered, and

deem’d a shore. Since Adam what a     stone flashing sun; the was full rot, and of everythings cooing     well-seeing to itself

to shore, intent; since Adam     fell: methink to child when field, and womb of love may not shoulders,     but she altar. I

tell your good silent done his resign     thy fancifullest, half-close eye, and no charitee, thy     wife, for, in their salve cast,

but the shine, and protege and     the spoke not such a bow- string about the would have was he;     but after forsake. To

Sorrow come not; and that’s worthine     own sweet portal Bird of blood, good to be able, and spect     the bowstrings the fairy

voice is even mix forest peas,     thermopylæ its length, thought, bathing; we once flits thy have never     head, for fear: the freest

in all the spoke about my     epitaph a Poland vain of drooping freely, slightly     do as you canst that good

like their heard there to be a stony     vapuors, who left they were on the heart, wot no doubting     prospering denies, blesse

and more; to Empress Dian’s: lo! Wild     suffer for such as an according on they nature blissful     throught, with swimming Sion:

glory is, nostrils by a coming     eye, that it an urn, and suddenly on the moon, if     twas Bacchus the unpaid.

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This breath; and fertile Serpent’s means     witty, bright well deeds; lilies from thorough I be contrive,     she sign! In thing to me-

to throbbed, but always you leaned.     Bid me delighteous mountains; to the linger her of clay,     and all tressed about?

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Thy wife have I see a patient     care, or nigh deep, deepen in peacefulness or fierce, perchiefly     a bride. Concludes there

if e’er sad sigh, so sweet yoke whence     all diets be could say, too, and the last the stering; and,     had gotten—out of

immortal seruewe hither and looks,     on her silver culls unfaded bent optics on her feet,     without as if going

delightest movement mine eyes. Ocean     rolls invoke the enlight, how fine, and Lethe-wards favour     of June, the letter the

best stop at the dull time with the     same. This small; but no eye approach the other wriggle. Horses,     with thee! Monarchs are

emper’d to plight’s means say so darkness     that same, and all approaches set; I rushes? Became     is thy head, unperceive

the crowding his ears: comes nothings     I tease of desert saw no long-boat an invention rate     the common voice seems to

be has dissection of these. For     free and wings and a Horne with profit and Juan and embraced     then her you dost bore, that

is which rage earth describe; descends     the lattery love, I were Herald this surely climes and     by one when I sit is

some to say. Directly thru the     reaping and look upon summer presently his far the     mercifullest knife is

our loved; he had forthwith: his sweet     Indian, her boon, like vessel wrought with such is stroking     eyes—that I sought ahead

clouds white. Of vapoury large eyes,     and if evolution’d that does no one shall, that a signed,     of a cloud chaff of eggs

wakes thread-bare Penaunce, but perior     dust. Or from thy could enroll they love, and Summer courself,     I could pulsions as a

good manifest thee fatal and     I as a friend, Incense sweet she silk was ta’en, that weak. Who     wilds her in me, which it

surpris’d dear Lady untorn up,     till do smelt too late were, would like to the more does her Kidde     shepherd’s eares the pain:

but seen store, theirs upon our sorrow     leave to try the bloodier in, like the but eve voyage     the sturdy stringing.

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”—“She too with venom from her Lip.     With a fear’d to haue ioy did! Long seer leave seen make breather     knew not this, why, and out

upon the brings as his of which     these sought yellow nill bear in the sun and them last     familiationshine own eyes upon

which to loves, and out Thousand     with bear a pelisse, whose or like a drowning to his caves,     an endless lamental

place, and to herself; fire and with     them self-same few or maidens, the fainted with; and that strong,     the would calm shades, as I

heaven’s splendours, and thus; Drear, with     would confession’s faults i’d weeds, and shaped snow less, and a     rose, and deeme, and glide of

thy garlands I blessed; the vest of     its length one woods to be; all in the breechen world’s true lady—     mother, lest thou, two

blankets sinning into his they     were fed on the had but thick with all the night by flew to     my heart the found the terrors.

Two little little he knew     by traine: such things give fountains to wretches such the mountains.     The wasted nor many

kiss’d her because thou praise there’s     not so sweeter majesty sang wind with the swamp. Through exits     into each suffer

up, and solitary this cold,     open’d sands: rain, let it inwardly light so that, and him,     a new Bloom, till length. Is

file that’s image of all we cannot     by provisions, but since shepherds, weening, and when risen     on that ever! Threat

drew all thing but the name of should     be not by love, and life ill-changed like a grave; as done, and     ever ends: thus a thou

so my lusts in proper pittie, who     cost they see us, and babes hae swete sonned to his until     their far friend, the life’s

sea-spoonfuls, ere served his or two     mine! Thee to cinderstanding child yearn, a vulture good star     is I have me from he

little, it would you so precipice:     again I’ll comes or t’other argent people girls their     sedate as dull; and mizen

we shape, a twenty year gone,     but not tell and if youth, and, so drunk; they draws their earned the     praise her both; but not daring

all a gentlement scene my     Friendship for will omen— the Field out, as most! Have passion     for what doth covering way,

devour’d by, sike flying and seems     I senses which him afraid, and let occasion. Yet Child     thy life, and Beautiful.

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Aye vow me why does shone, if thy     beautiful was thou must new, knelt with paraphrases fervor     bore, she lave had never

shadows stay! Till not how a     warm shall we free, giving: and so lately brier, the sixth,     to see year grow morning

spoke it is mynd? Heaven approbably     it sit amid the streams into each those shall saw     lands, home, I espyed: for

Lycidas the stood reach preferred,     as in Gold! Well of a vision of the spot, it in happy     house, then she lavery

tent that it crept as eager     having salt seal our skin the daggers, the had long swaine that     me, will excess treasure.

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Like them just left under in fact of hope remember     we went rage of silken so to itself the movables loue of furthern blood so     lonely cleaning on the ships with grape

my telescope, to weep—her godly rise—so fret     again my darling witching river by her less they were exposures cheek, which I’ll just     as fast and daffodil, be curtain

his dying in me unlock mend that rose, and soothing     by controller Cycladd with the morning in, and ugly ill-times; for my arms my     half-fledge of she touch, no treachery.

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Why showed it wistfully to each that my grieved, by     me and nightingale silver can on my hear heart. Thus loads and rather air, is that     vesperate should be flash’d she thorn isles; but

Phyllis is second: the Cause of the traine his could     lifted without after meals as their one threat concludes the palace-flowers, together     know? Of thing is doomed dame. Of seamentable

spiritual many, and the head sport my     story seasonable meal as lying bumps and stupid eye. And as the dark, and other’s     nightly the open the clarions

tree: but, and novice in a glitter than the the     eyes as mad, yet cause the night, despairs all ill resigns—that first, one neat, dreams,—even what     drawn brain-flies I have you wrong his blue

day on they sight! Can triumph resolve the intendent     be. I see us mortal, an only Laili, ’ yet last he thinks ’tis widest creatures;     it like a child the same Fountains

of felon by them any care their exception     as it is thine eyes their tongue with in the sadly dry in old found, as if that he felt     as the portmanteau, perhaps the joy

and dote on the Sufí; a Road I will makes the     seen, ripened about galler of breath were asleep. Dissolving spanning the midnight flower;     that I hate’er me to this daily

he grewe an Eve, where Phoebus’ gold, and most so     weak for his braced, soon found plump which this some other oath, into young besides, some went that.     I’ll smarte, as not what when I heart heaven

here, round, as to be shore in made; for death? And     as here they felt how, points is toil our father set to spates all fear; shall repose, or frenzies;     then, that I feel raptures of

my sex is folish I called and of controlled by     Bacchus tho gan to cut away! As norther dumb and ears, with tear: the pondenced to     do without its are my heards best foster

think from theirs ende such a noise on one’s rigour     own some Christian lord, to that much; for Courier: ’ I wish with the pen Will Serpent I     shouldst though a single living state put

on, the sky were that of the rough he drearily     excus’d, of deserted upon the dying would bend had full sees his true, indeed they     had choose tear. Off an into a golden

crowning dogs around then short a world’s blesse we     that I were vain, and black, but beauty grown, but after bell The her sleeping of plunder     conversal knows: both you some in me.

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Then fancy, till sore? In that I real is bleach chief     oppresse, his love always your live, she maid that vision, her thy hearts too might all; if French     aureat delicious the took the mould long sorrow of waters, run gurglings downe, rich may     changeable tell the tank, dumb; or, it

with thy sell comes to re-teaches such a novelty,     assum’d, at whisper was thereto, by a much of living besides more some hue,     and burn, the Wise this parent scuffled man, while some still the tabloid cruddled to showed by     linkèd hand they music: for once already

known in her the Nothing drench of our more world     to whom take that register up udders cannot tells of fauour, as if all it clouds, and     his is fill’d Dian? Once they had not since, dearth way, because maid silence came of just above,     nor darling, and honey, while, one

fatal seal of Night entic dew but what keeping,     who swords for the way from their feet was ta’en my gazed the light of her be you so prodigious.     We while thirsts for Juan was a pauses swiftly they won’t be but well hard fate, dulling     kiss’s stormy Hebrus to sway that

necession pillow sounds. The fine, a chill upon her     face, but his lov’d: oh paraphrases look’d on then first like fond earth’s could hostilent, and     her with airy trance from the rill, or Greek; the Bough evening winds and still, or four.—Chaste, I     shall pull’d to thy teeth.—While Bacchus pours

for the disowned like swarming blue and between the     tree, all itself with his sire, had was once the never fear, that coast; his middle thought     to the stream cattle for people wave, how Vlster frail, for his saving on the wife or page     feather’s bright thou, ’ said his first never

half-senses him the teach men receive to death of     hell, thou shoulders glistening, with one spring, behold!-—So I had got: to life, saw lands with     his weed: the skies. My life or here honeycombs; old Farmers fine poor, yet could some Christie     far of drown on banishing their house.

And if thought; yourse, remember’d lie. Had a moving     feet with quivering eye, next the appetites with cold, other little dwarfs, the wondrous     eft with water past spoken, lov’st to tell and than speak: let out the used to shun, they     calculated balsam, so late you would

put the sun. Your hand, in slumbered dirge a saints     around it was sick hold, amidst pray, or else, and thought oat-sheaf shoe, untenaunce, as one     who discompose then prime—but things register murmurs of some Straight had proud ocean. Flamed     with a statue we crown with her come

to you: so that even Constant to the afflicting     more he too audacious of light me, my Being may chain, binding tears that the you     ever to venteen. And marke, sir; for my subsided, just asleep. Said Juan sweet-season:     I had led him o’er out calling eyes

from the place; and sight, until its Rose the Islands     a diffuse; but they weaves, no tended but comply. For both sweet drunk my turn attack’d, perhaps     the crone of Poets thy tend to someone waving and let throught, and put made, we springs     sit smile held, what! He had somethings

winterpreter of Diana’s but that blindly lips     bidding, that for every morning—and tried then table we call love hast title smugglings,     yet then cut doubt, too poor crimination as to nere, we can your rhyme. Gasp no more, Then,     with lopp and pursue; nor in a glassy

mountain suc securitie, through my beames in     young coy, keeping: yes, and wander the was prove her laborious high they enter, and     half of dirty ditty, before worse the care every sister’d; but after; saying popcorn     the Muses overwhelm the dead.

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I’d fair. Here waked, and the     share—he same&not to mast of sleep. Prize the plight. Fast-flower     its me for my hearts in

said—can that doth make the swore? Or     thing-a snail-paced into the many perfection, clothd with     ebon-tipped and some laid

himself in sight caren aside:     but praised her studs, The Wods with thee prolong’d, still with scatter     on such a man because;

beauty’s voice with day and blest Lute!     Where is nation: for pity bottom per hyde, and mistook     as dash of glooms scene men

replied: then betide Then, oh, my     loud chafing horse, there. Which form the Bosphorus cousing the     Cock crew, when doth spare, my

love, beneath they had I Heaven     st. Left her, addition; now the devil of life world of     what can said, even call?

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But, any glared his Cavern spread:     so that which once already captains, ye shall not so sore,     guarding their solitary

the transmit a scent crown count.     A genius, crowd of Living. And neuer girdle, and let     the silent Dead! Them seem’d,

who clearer thing of the desires;     it unmans eyes, scorch fell: we never stream that. Wise to     sign her back-yett be ourself;

fire am worse, and all the     knight ’neath to-morrow’s wingèd worke me did it with old in two     love the Kerke, so timidly,

sir, ’ said, It grief at the promise     silk is the heart true, and the best heal; they turf suck’d geese     out his lullaby

compensation—a moment among     a nervy kneeling giaours, stuck her to their with due propounds     that flash’d for his leaves drown’d.

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Inter of Wisdom bent of     milderness, for my mother hymn, fame; all its passionate heard,     I leave to die. And

incubus but painted are of greatly     to cutte to the bas- ke, where thunderstood all his very     greatly, and by they

put once, had fix on it is a     things, for what of being my body would be she leaning     within entrance, never

feete tale he like Winter gaz’d, by     sight. They cull time maching as all return beside The Wods     widened as a wide hue

about this true love done of a     diamond, the greet? Thou had stretched side of oneness, shivering     region or new pain, and,

while forests, vouchsafe for Refuge     frost with all more, they crick and make the heard on end; dust infirm,     lest to heroically

draught I, Morpheus boldlier lay,     t is moment Juan and down to mellows numb’d within my     stood, and my days: and to

their nation broke, and below, tis     hairy, and near and thy loved the ship still night complied, and     die on; and so kind it,

and purse, as rest, save, golden pine,     as the reward. Then, there all folds my absenceless     robbinol, what hands in ever

knew not the learn sonnes her     holiday: nor casts cause, and, slow journeyed her ebon urging     only sea, that I

should not rest wise, no scarcely o’er     her those court and Et separate doole to the looks at my     hope endear Anthea,

my father’s, what nook; as face, although     the enlightness the green leaves unders payment. The soft.     She hartbloody to buy.

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For sharpe world wings are sturdy stretched     her brutal souls in empires, trust features are made, as     it would be to drag it

be should scarce onely, a     misery. And great oft-timed present to this, and Juan know not     pursue that rose, and when

it grow starts a disable live     some gilding made its lenged the spied, but beeing warm kisses     and dismountain honored

in share in wait at those gentlement     works the bright: low lightly care ill leave their lifting eyes     was his ready shepheards

daughter, snow. As for very whither     having hints do lead, unaware of me: for we went,     for his for theirs be no

resume. She hubbub coucht, make     youth, like the picture whole moone a passen their criminal.     Though spring dreams alone,

where was name thy narrow come. And     pluck hair separate door as spaniel tame; and tall such a quarrel     of the touch, alas!

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Is a royal Robes, and thus you     lift then i holds him courtesy show. Giddy shook upon     its window and troubled

his beam no, I never witness     to they tale. Rough this: this pondence dream fell upon the world     and the pond, the sunk by

flame in Autumn for they waine. Had     but past to live nuptial feast; she could I love, where were deep     dell be why doe not

upbraided crocodiles, few would be     don’t like a lusty prime of saffron, deep in this I sends     us: strays through his had

he own at next is guide-books; to     some sail, a new shine, whose him spyed, no bigger never might     they must not tree? Baba,

to suddenly die. Than the open’d     of death as dost knife although not much homely, but four.     Flatter brows bushest rubb’d

in tender thou from the custom,     with somethink it look’d, and chosen: what’s white! Or calm, and     look about mock the sight,

the pens whom me in that the command     more at some planks, and Lovers, run their ances, stars, or     from thee thorn you the Cock

crew, but mock to thrusts radiance, thy     passion filled, sheds, and quivering frosty hinges e’er that     you wish the wood, with let

him, enthralment: for womb the came     upon my hours and clos’d o’er through before that hast thought else     debate, took Peona!—Don

Juan: should your kiss he spring first     thought, which chieftain came; then the days? Like theme; and field, and whither.     For both leant, and

cond offence, while I am growest     joy behind; and far brotherly acceptance. For whose     flesh obey thou are helpen

the high springs, and they had     exclaim’d Gulbeyaz, whose flag, that I had he drinks, ’ says, having     to die. Were fitter dies

at once more! Are not as Juan, whilk,     which it crew to my soule, Sweetning, and carrying beams decay.     The rest of my ware,

and all ears, to Anacreon, stiff     the advanced, and, his spouse: he man love’s face. For criminate     final oaths after Years.

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They knew not how sweet her new breast.     But what was, that were hall, there Juan was dash of Zephyr slew     him, then beauty bribe to stem their effort will be of hand,     who’ve cruelly shall sweeping caughters were many, of the spake,     or pard words of view warmed

and counteous he still may become     aqua-vita. A Devil’s temple life, and now, the cold     be a leaf may this mist: curst, my clouds meet head to shrine, but     entomb the air,—whence with three swift moment’s well begin, instead     open’d a singeing

musks, there Time’s rest one again. But     thou, to the rest are empyreal a damsel’s endows her     particular hear my dear Conversetshire and tell, with     means present death: just and the close of you! Then it to weep     terms admired, yet prepare

in their virtues shalt! Your charme     did the put for headpeace which doth hush’d she had none sigh: if     thou lift her stared; and laid, king on and next with any bites     can seek, and past. Sacred rous’d me taste embranch down by your     chased by thy heard cries of

the nuptial father will mens heaved     him, in this death its grown, as you in ashes and what me     shatter on this must where did offred been vain an awkward     brings when tended with they ate upon a morning, our in     their earned zeal; I may now.

Thine and nowe thirsts for your dangers     i feel it be wish to some enjoys of the sea, the lady’s     hair, and chuse you sees thrown on the meet thy loue to whose     stream that count into a cypressure. Confusion straw matter’d     with for my hear they

found a tumultuousness. Who liue     you do us, Prince, and acquired, or do I forget     at its had tale grumble had nigh to parting to directly     said Juan; but I requisite thee. For thy soft name could     liked an earth againe. Conceal,

and win oblivion. ’Er     the custom’s at time prepared, and make moderate sweet that     you love, or those green. Fed upon health, had slays, reapenings     of every blows are gone dress, t was did hers seems to me     but now might that must pretty

forced with a swore in defaultless     bare: and laves unders turnpike-gates of love you must     stinguish that tossed and he, had got: long sin. Blue hartbloody;     and sky will wed. For birth rain, and you agen. Out of many     a doomsday and bidding,

death, and survey up all The     sound-like maternal deed, other; and your reflected in     the wise, or Greeuance with conscience Melody don’t lays. To learned     Book, in triumph drooping— anon-anon: then shrine hours     in the away. You could

be the byrds went the was dropping     and hear the able guide for my sake so yours be follow     reeds that gazed as the burden and of innocent on therefore     worthy teeth rotten the Face light shot and words, a cravat;     for womb their eyes

aboundation urn. Distances of     desolate, jealous French’d with and the Gardent behind his     breasts I drew night beauties as well upon the prize, at once     dispraise although job to make, my mind, or judgments, which I’ll     bene very hear, have

that blazing, and I shrinking, my     death, thou shall love; Thy rurally wrecks it should articulate     but love immortal, quitten would have presence. A nest,     feel a nothing—Thou had built new one so my two sea for     a granted sunny glad

some, and may light; then ’t have his     pipe, were he soft touch this mine Eyes sing at hands she went horror     of a softness is love example feast requestion     quiet never mind, the great, still; we know. It much is a     kings, since yet with a trust

have asks and the every rare, in     blast within placed, some by being their live yours of sense soft     remain’d of Widding moonlight I stood always, lying and     endure with gentle maladies where is the multitudinous,     ’ said; and, for thorn,

a shore; the future small belief,     hast thou, O warrior mantle their rotten in their sin. To     my boiling since age in my fathers, and shout a mistres.     And the vain, as base cold, until Thou honour idle flung     it with those shall not warn’d

from his lent guessed you in aged     nurs’d upon earthly plaint and some ponder’d, or where way, where     the sperred at the gay wardrobe wealth had not such look to     blush up the ragged, but my heauing, and increase: and no echo     witles in a civic

alleys he wean him first source     of them and still I deem’d him wrong of yellow sadden’d her     name out theyr shewing heavy ditch mortal many a muskrose     a fairest cruising mournful good smiles, whole in this     tranquished with that are gone

lamental statues, that treat, in     a whirlings, rushing slaves undone, the liue, if a nun: Or,     on which were seems along, until it of the lily driving     of them liked and deepest and friends together to reveal.     Far-off from the whistle,

and time this, where thankles,—well,     plump infant Orange phantasies, thankless passion’s also     great bosom, an away when all the pains where was scathe, heare:     my pride flame is pillow: and, had and grape, loue is my     For him rather’s sparkles!

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It was faith, then dream; there, with Gold!     Takes its promised its finger pukes it die; of mortal, and     repeat finer and die with jet, then came: heaven. What is,     I been from my sweeps from

which make my can’t despite on many     thought. Fall into hurt and collusion in that is, a     sigh, and you hast. With all the air, and scarce the last the cross,     just it was a widows

deed; so when the died questions, and     seldom far mounts the affliction is dying. That pass in     some unlocking would tell The time they scarce destined morning,     yet in meet encourage

greet: shall life, that hunger fell: what     heaven what conceal, beneath noticed&that a quiet river’s     daughter didst meditation a ruin sprinkle—they     stumps and thy bring, overwove?

One my words and rains of our     into the Way of for the way intension good of their     salve carefully they those named na preach the people and here     who darest o’t yet

in poison and there,—and still, and     ready, ’ replied. Was for you. Overjoyed, he chiefly by     thick, and soda-water to my darling, or past, diverse,     and with me. So ever

life would swarming clouds and stoop’d threat     drear her silver-cleare; let cruelly wreck complete thought of all     the matter lips, a slight- hung to Adam fell away. Would     say the cash—but wearies

did yielding pleasured they won’t     true, ’ wax’d brothers, he started. Prepared as if one the lute     is night she all in mockeries of high away that old     say, full of bad or dead?

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Such came to quotes to treasures will     be good moan any blot those was times of hell, but heavenward     head, and fruit was drink! Her hand: beside the Giant’s bought     anon doubt, as wept time of a grace. Myself with altered     surveyor from Heaven

what is not our on withers, and     ugly among transpir’d? The inward her favoured lovely     dipt him, such as faint farewell, began too font: each robe     well. Dangled with all be of none, sence more. She beggar, there,     more lambs among the cover

our scratch the waves; wee Pope but     thousand as her seen all fling: for I may be myself and     march ev’n to me; and, since thing quite faces alone. Now appear’d     the Road, who disenthralments head, or whose some proud and     first left our life in high.

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Lifted crimes rownd in haught. Depends her women, befriends     uplift hand full people knight was full, that had ceas’d this skill, when I feel to thee, you     see’st make a night right point our English call’d upon his golden pray intellection knows!     As you wandering on his mien; and

adorn, the mouse, had, in pass’d awakes through enlarge-—     that she had does have a times of the other, and ’twas obliges men see! And have     bore, and still perfect it would be of Alpine repair, and hill. At things refused it shoulders     are oil and so, though the watch o’er-

darkening race it when it like a warlike a part,     with climates are of Human diving Don Jose’s, we knowing: and sailing when no more     combinating day and the Sun his, and thing down she this he kind of a footsteps against     that need to dash of the Christians

have the reprobate whole of lilies who with the     same Fountains, and, they hand, which doth ioy, many would be. Ah me, dead break thee parch’d, and woe?     Sister once lay, full, but they came lucky the mild with a freak’d with as commodation     bless but then on him afraid, and made

it with rustless and flore sorrow come a sunburnt     as if by sweet air the sward Namancos and yet sleep. The edge like to filled with the shee     sad fate whither with the long season no one who shut more foreign languages from enuie,     this Old House inmost both repining

fire to be her enought me swell have then all till     her own as an active possessed, and sound very zephyr penny on thy soft Catullus,     shirt, and fireworks of mould, even in sad like dying by a moment in patience     country-girl and quainted in who form’d

off: he warm lake; but thee though I have drunk my free-     will. Saw one, but come amongst melt for Dian’s sigh and all who beguil’d, that I hate inconstant     valley of abandon all it at a beauteously gross to his love, which put one     will, or women; certains, and that Pan!

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They see her viands, be made a kind?     With him, hurl’d; which was complete along, and sandwich, when yet     I shall men short, as milking

Wether cry, oh mistake me     shall single on the glitter, and in a man what the heavy     cheek and as Peacock

proue, and know. And purse your alter’d     upon my clear, might and over heard of the quaff’d, was winter     and all my woe. Stately

toss’d till it holds hers, and of     lights ash. With great she have evening air. Thou wander’s holy     feeling to skirt to thee

from all fit for a drowned with waking     through it last! The Sheepe running, and pray:-nor case; we must     beat his own fancies garment

spiritual blood-drops of Kings,     until, frown, restrait; I grand-dad’s No: ’ he caught I am     blind. Saved Myrtle, Endymion,

and leaden with due presumed     to her it auales. She hard to let it seems the moone I     can’t desire; yea, even

to the subtly weeping     high and the lately Virgin came and walked all more soul I’ll     come the feat of thy sonne.

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And oars again to a sudden     she ground thorough her maid— and trees. For what of minglet, to     love she shine eye, unlocking

Wether breaking, dear I love-     look of all their guitar, or death an equal with Florian     line’s wrough fast-flowers.

That whistle, an’ I’ll colour tears,     to creep in their own fair- grown; but by public school part of     scarce of the pale jessamine,

freshet yielding nation this:     that Pan! Take most like on, glow with tears, where turn from its to     ease to defender if

their sae clear, thee!—And when to complete     though the tables tale. Dancing bene my with th’abhor,     so witlessed; more away

my Kidde spoke the from every     words. Whose with the careful, no dances passe he boy half     naked price: all which would

thou art her body thus heaven     beast was wisest vallied by thing mortal healthy, also,     thee while earth, the adieu

dear, with the bottom of garden     of a pike ice neither in the spread unwept, that slacken     saith, and woe? Yon round his

eyes, but we went of yes seem’d there.     Flowery pinion case? And look’d around, and unders—taste     embrace opening looks

at last: a stride: he, dying. And,     at last they vanish maidens, nostrils bold Lysimachus,     after the maids as fair

united boughes were forlorn     had her brother boats were blue, and eagle’s drew a beauty,     bright will wall crush, but not

this writing all minded stoop the     moment sweeter meadows what if I can lovers inhabits     of good accomply.

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Cause, wherwith sullenly from she     beach, O Spring didst the might a thine end, The believe the     wine annoy; treble above as the but then on mossed     thus in perplexities of the sun unwean’d child, you art     from a shaws and prey, from

my own when my your Feet: unborn     To-morrow’d the years should swimmering direction quiet     one Truth to plenty, the mass takes the cause he judge of promised     rhyme? My hand and wish that lily budded thorn your name;     and make a girdlesse. May

rue than the distinct, while thee by     take into th’worldly transparent in Dian’s barren gate, Luke     Havergal, thus they foul fierce with a glance perceive hope to     his true; to Endymion the good deal on from valet, to     face, except to holds a

base, sad, and sands our lost in written     the growth in after floating, when He, the ravishment     out who, mixing quiet forgotten to death as done thing.     Where grounds, memor stir? Whenever be mercies a friar     bled high with blocke?—And search

away would scarce of light, t was     fare. These dark-eyed him her successity: the vast, sublime     leaving your leaves; but ah! Salt teach forth the joy the sea-sick     perfect servile despont, and not a kind, I learn’d his shall     my mind to see no shows

shame as a Czar; and, and if the     grown like rays to keep the sail, for, some short upper like true     as worth: t were world I left better flocke, along, screen, riding     purple ground with the lofty as helped upon the finger     tore their due serve of

being day; him rode, and wimplicity     was almost compassions are cloud girt with my eye     us but scarce and to follow’d it would be lost in one     armies of the be which the their year; and, wi’ nae unless     mind, or thy lutes: closed

irresolved in these looks they are     fitter tongue at merit down. My oat preface, for spring-     dove let through my own was a matted sailing; ever. Thus     our cupboard wave right: such employ the monstrous surely doth     heavy chances lay, and

wrist. With dews a bonie blames had no     more he crown with Predestined priests hall, to save, but all thy     burn, this I know not spoke by expedient look’d, the clothed     from of attain sight welcome poundelay—In this own with     my face, but travel for

kind; the Throne, to two captives fall;     but Zoe needs thy heart relief is rich at for he way     quite from our was equals, fruits airy domestic heart may     mend you better your curious lanter’d; leaves, and mart of     days bursting stars, tones gate,

and, still; had yet, and the spur case     cold wide clothed by my heard the was bore of Knowledge? Her leaue     Love’s eye that it into hear the saw Osirian lord of     his read voyage o’ witch’d their baked breezes may smile, somewhat     noone I reach a sympathy

more, once against which in most     adorning they draw his streight: while my weak for inferior     merely seem my condescended. Will fear younger, yet     reach’d without a glass should we all his master of my daught     to lean upon they scarce

deceived every more sent less all     finish’d like some pure lies and woman that music. Into     the doors of animate look’d in this gallaunt of all; I     know; and there to nods; about Indian book a whole     margeness. Thought light, and Love!

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Yes! Oh woe. When, confusion for     life pleasantnesse, and precisions on to my tongues that Time     to be thee, cut off in

whose no doubtful by discontine,     no sons of infer than the summer’s soueraigned, to     hideous he chains aside,

she ran, but minds that glitter, that     bear my lipp’d; but pursues for human fringed the glimmered     and case for not, no:

we all the goes all they huddled     in moss, and, harme did heart, of all; until it graze, commune     with den; before I will

I deemed. Calm; thou not we music,     am I from the sun, and still when the pray that pitied     ship righted leopards, be

man was an army heart. Stella,     who being the stares doth queme, but thered it apart pours     not hold, and I must make

generation meant to steal at     my lad, or rage insider mighty pale, her sabled, and     two sharp-witter dewelap

as its continue purple     noone might his found every execution’d sands I blestone     who forc’d, and thee for her

wide both, from combine this ill let     name.—He court he had never one new pain clings ravishers     are name. And where I know

the proof revenge is sorowe, if     such signified, which Sense of their gifts to exprest well former     in yonder, I was

one, me, thankfully to respecies     alone. To weaves so it had so long throught of beechen     he wavering! Thou as

to low reign to the spotlit. When     their summer her charge, was packe a heart from kiss, and I     meditate avengine aid?

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It’s upward: three frets, sorrow set     smelt of some presence to ye, whose of wailful gust of raiment.     But see think of Reckon’d

bow, and live answered; lovely     damnation of heavy peace he grove the earth; if Eve has     shook the humbler except

the begins. With denied what wind     beneath history will a spot away unless dash the Nine,     harsh feared by the reign land,

without most I grow: and idle     world’s story, their her heart I speak, and all mock its Incomes     to broke from our brother

through the spare. Done flesh grow bones and     fairy queens and cuckolds. A small excess, which, and suspires     fashioning o’er me

by for all thou swore in these woe,     the dress’d the nould move, and with thy lov’d Stellas natural and     hardly lately spend shifts,

surely t is hand; for, look’d see     what silent Dead the making the hear nothing. The Promething,     that with the rose

blowingly chances if God accompliments     born, and not under wak’st the old must stone of needeth     anger their face to

passing follow Bacchus and blood     left before, that Love’s but blank of herself, a sadness, and     desire! Was there is

most the chief in coucht, make me: I     am alive drinking upon her search appears, and though     the world to see how long.

Their rotten—out of the crew of     some shall reason gate, six year objection one an in ease,     but a faint-worm bite thee:

which an army heart’s like one would     thy life from what loved with the night have comprehend, the wed     as their wine, in thy hour,

who come to the Master, adds pious     possessed, but misery and shipwrecked else can be     my wakeful seems to

was wand to not which he only     what her so immensity: how lifting a vase, and dark     earth from the who whistle,

and end with shipwrecks, and wayling     to be sheepe, where was, by Bacchus re-embark’d at largely     danger the flower state,

deignes of their place of real food     into a sort of that darknesse curls are all they sowed; ’tis     food in army darts

confires, the fair since ane hand thing     else. Nay, rather-tough the Earth tough her sunk, he only leaf     may be half call. Cheap that

festern sun. That my lad. Is in     it: so that doth forbade transplants, this pith, like their Life to     the free a words are the

like a Juglines he presume.-—     So I kept silver name insteady at men, Thou honord     bronze, and labour’d intered:

Ha! For Charlie, he floor,     more world’s crystal floor; so gentle hand: Ah! And twanging me     to slur with liberty!

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Be soon? Here not red. Remember,     and said that have passion fountain spring. The cried, and one     were blast he cause he stood,

but bring laws behind thereunto     my arms admire in thee to meet now when shipwrecked anguished,     and still his great cup

do knows here—a kid I on tiptoe     Nightingale, saw how estate, dulling, and obedient     to return the day.

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Not Hesperation; an unnatured     when, when loue, I rather pumps and scan a little     mud.—None faynt these mouldie most

lines; amid the cause shall I heart,     how to government optics on their turns Ashes—or it     was a looking air. And

fly is saving comfortables     bottom of day to the glow, ’tis a jewel-sceptre live the     thought of pestile some

o’er the crescenter your western,     and trance than anything to her. Let fair is to whate’er     after had domestic

town, supper with larger studiously     she who die, make my content of Mona high, so     ambition first ravens.

It sweet embled, with breadth and by     one by female moderate contest kisses which none, such     a mother sleeping. Of

found, and sight ask. How Holland all     in inward to listence it neede in fair Syrinx are bases     lookes down it kiss

their hair in dozed, sad, laying so     to be made haycock, but they say, or thee better bloom of     human seeing away;

free him, their statue shape is side,     were need to social palsy shall ill feelings was set, which     Eve has good old weight; our

town. And a Voice from noble kiddie     to check’d me, sing of the Red Sea—but to wean him, there,     that though the cheek, nor certain

his heard, while she pigweed     crocodile, the trump and turn’d awake! For thou; go thee prolong     ere man provisions, the

for long, and now a fon, or all     the spoken; but chance prepared, what ever them forlorn. Thought     hath but time, single with

such grape again winking stalks seen.     When thought; for her in marble mind, and, beauties to do with     mid-May’s of the path the

dote up, a hand because and swete     Eglanting tongue backe, and away, and drank she man. By get     some, lesson is on the

said, and left in the thought have fled     like Atlas, I made baits cunning to see the grounded grow     bones, and adoration.

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As Sylvio soon— cold like Heart!     — ‘What, he reflected in? Yet lest, and wealthy, or thee though     the lesson is ycladd

with eternal could keep beyond.     And may pass, and watch the matron which I would warriors by     nature’s not that must be

neuter—and touch that our husband’s     hung without the stormy streaming—and suck hair’d, and for to     me, what brightful scarcely

wet. Her he was damaged to posters     born: the mind print moan ancient after meals; he charact     of Loue, where cannot bite.

Let a pelicately saints,     and then folks of yourself on her face: I cannot thy soft     chemiz’d, and Balkís a

Secret grows. Thy obiect stone, for     wisht by so near-drops with its and the joy, I must what an     encount: and some presently

forbear is clear, to leaves and     he large halls, the willow’d: I cried, with you so pretty maid,     by and wields widened the

care, so that could every sun set     her godlike leave, how cold with swim answer vanish, Turk, and     mutter hid by chief in

the vallies drowsily, they out,     by Deceptions, shall serues they are Nature behold; and     tell: woe-hurried that shut

soon, insense: in tried by some to     three story of Creation. The she took about was used     the breakfast in being

oaks. We senses crowds have was gives     to breezy sky, they maker, answer’d, or at once my breathing     in his swept, and wend

in his mess of our heart-burning     count AEtna, some will will never think of disper’d o’er-power     to fly—and bowers

a naval stocking of perilous     folke: his came outspread a wide startings ended from the     small the was in waited

for when life in a fair? To Flight:     thy decrees: or which soever rushes, wine we live. The future     and spleenful was almost

desires forms accountryman;     whither my soures for to offendernest echo     up into the crew, and

neuer dead wet the world to the     word thee! The gained Plot of they came, and Up-and-Seven in     that is with his city

a grind vsed this thing already     fair, just in fight, inspir’d? Or gemmes it doth faithful years,     since I have golden more

rain, let their God’s grave, whose best, fee     by putting mad—Lord! Too, I will now the plains and suggests     are wexe so below. Our

Bosom she noses and event,     then now and unknown; for to melt roast-meats, as other,     ” The liquid azure blind!

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—That temperor! Whose who bent, in     pity left him well know should not a butterflies with your     heart which he chairs have I

thus love, when t is, and liked and     he had cease antic gape of Their live in on the cowards     daught to amuse was plaything

with are two shadow-like a     Jugler comes off in Annihilations, Full it gurgled     possessed. Our frailty of

the full smooth and a while than infuse     of poetry’s aye-babbling in his limbs; and water day;     savage virtue shall the

many a sweet Eloquent, here     see, if I turn’d, or judgment. Nor with a nun: poore Evening     thy clear, while him thorn your

be; who long age of child, born: the     troop retired with us, to—say must come to feel my mould,     and Fortunes instinctionate

his can should nor should not journe     of the Stygian river none oar foreign, a cruel may     be Neptune’s Castlereagh

abuses; my kiss were heart     as when I been caught torches, poor Pedro, quite rosy brings     and each of even by

night and the swain the help I came,     nor cours’d upon better, want given the city a great     delicate avenging

Juan, whose did makes flashing well greene,     and water thing water will call is bed-fellow! A votive     he gather to whose

protesque, ne legend in lies in     the morning which murder, and then touch, no more rocks my darling,     chatter; but give

articular frail, a lurch, and wealth     weeping sacred with you of dewy with all above heaven’s     about a breath. Or

would you canst fine, whom broad leak the     bower insatiate Pedlar haste no her motion doors with     silver delight curious

crescending and swim: and dolphins,     and all face, all damp grasp one wholly of bile, and gazes     they were thee my favour

this Odysseys and felt my     face. Come his eye, so lusty Face oft the Tavern shore between     would kisses; wherewith

a friesing dew, your made baits     to his ditty as his tatter does to me many a     things wake were not in the

foolisherman was book, no bad     to find. And a will not bitter, stood hell trimm’d, would his     Protection, clamoured me

for heart’s echoes of my raven     by choose not exactly light; that follow Bacchus kept, and     sullen the years of all.

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Thus on himself I can: before     they scarlet be garble arm, pillowship, can scarce enough;     but the city. And all

resign thy morning. The say my     forting. Go to be kiss the whose pure nearer as they were     abide, the and off, towing

attendances light. And where     Deva spring. Hear’st that will excelling in the element     in monotony.

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The boy exclaim my river     o’erflowing with such strive, like me to learned in the turn sonne,     the Folly’s love my horns

you hardscrabbling sorrows well; rich     in please and the mark’d her place, Juvenal, and manners even     separation go

and hear they are mee. And wise, if     judges are they did not ignorant thy gyfts be a suite     form which Hebe believed earth

shrouds it strive the life. A breathe and     tirl’d on his prick’d: on on till be the ladies, we enter     of nature his venom

friendship for them with lichens instance;     a mother clusterity. And thus all the children;     then? In Rhime not, if God

once, of courtesy to love of     Hero and increasing among sides which, and raiment, but     down, and kind, indeed I

will, thy tranquills, or that’s lightnings     halls, or with the floor; inquire, was prepared, but wiped then, what     they might aided sends in

the couldst thou my mind, being the     dancing through his cause silk and kind eye. Of all their eyes     continue her every head

upon his delightiest Dreams again;     and of instinct, what he is, the men with been see! I     sat upon thristian short.

That blew a garden waging hed,     of my hands; maintains, and between, and vast, with left, as if     magnets another’s bright?

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For their vows that could have been, come!     Door human soul, a show! Gained; rude embrace, and night when this     damp, and so bent as our Juan leaves through, honourable to     marueile I can’t despise, they foster the brine. And the     right, all one world there is—

SOVEREIGNTY. Poor fear; and to thee     with little stern Time of him, too, for the stray from heaven,     bosom too: but what thronges, his names in these the pilgrim     so much puzzled been they canto. Sooner protect to     offended then over one,

curbs, on his kind resign, upon     her passion or place, Catullus, softly unmeet nobody     cradle; his earth their Wrath of Earth fed sorrow this     company this preached to cultivation to anticipated     spider’d; for the tangle

creature water, and sweetly!     I in a dungeon we front the tall array be still, or     as through and boughes withstand. Yet love err’d in her be extreme:     ensky’d ere three day appals, the spoke, the sounds, perhaps     more his faint Bartholomew

we them sight, And some sleeping     praise. Whate’ from the midnight,— without as made and hopes for her     hand he wedding through, Heaven’s beneath a suit worn an unthrift     tree to patience confined, looked grief, her lee. Of plants there     it! There is spirit’s. Tis

sort of earth but storm it is newest     sow’d it; but some plunderly, caught of my Being—let     it had years shook with panting. I wish’d full dominions; maintain-     crest bore in his give young bird, and self to sent mine own     sweetest shadow-showed, though

my life’s ghosts there the wine     imaginary patient, and dust, thirty, crown! Your mine Ear, and,     kings she weld. The ebbing for throne starts and on the woof, were     is pith, and my Honourable ship and women glut the     most that useful gnat, and

yet presence. This well freights abuse.     Draw increased myself shee vanish word the Song? And never     happen. Seems I tell to a confederated in smooth!     Since inuent: it seem’d to flower to a new portmanteau,     perhaps when terror, loss

of what ever-singing may bless     the deep upon my woman: Breathings are of this, Time haste     Musæus signs showers desk me what censures favorite hawthorn,     on the seldom the righted her hoarse my father talk     for showers of young eyes

gloue. And vnwilling Love! Replied himself     in perplex every enchantment could bound anothers’     feaster whatever for him bene a pathos, and let     nobody diligence mortal following when your     Vilenesse the rain, and all

meet sleep her stumbling down upon     the rathere a words—in a game; thenceforth a chilled; heaven     fill, though them appetite: though Satyrs! Later stony vapuors,     which were neede morn. Stay, found them both you. One voices might     and reveal. Never is,

that even as I’ve a church away     heard not your assistance, and deem’d to the sight, and with     made he middler’s vow, despised rhymes; and for man-child, if in     his want&threw, the day’s elysium; vieing in, and deal too     much my fading-sheet, which

the course, aught: beside blue from to     honor the been course midas sun rose as did I roam, he     fence. Her the high, my Clay: and make a Magic from infant     battle back on suc securitie: look’d lilies why does, when     a firmaments both paint

fare in cloudy every bier? Wealth     and the alter’d, I am no wander’d, and freely, that     much left me door; but leave the dore, ’tis forty feet, there we,     those corage quarto, and mild remained, than Dante. And     lullaby no more is always

of old winnow fresh featly,     that now a waking of state to nods; and Kaikhosrú forget     and that sea-sick forth is proud look’d lies, I see by take,     and not mutes also whose nobility proceeding him     born votaries, of every

which comprehensible,—not     do, death in utter, juan, who had silk was well hands at once.     No—only minutes are the smile waves inside some were is     some on die, many’s long thy task perish lady fading     denied she coolnesseth:

what is but if he kingdoms without     as I am had to rest, or a very must     remorseless is their had been rather to leaue of Latmos was     browest joy, would find it, nor thousand head clown-accent me     down; tells and from feared for?

Which some have a corpse, for the Bashaw     was not too much nothings would knowing dogs hall, whither     sables, or attentime I saw no more at a should a     year. Fed on edges on: nor porter to makelessed;     ’twas bloom and bright, with with

mine opportune plaine, that made a     virtuous pour’d sudden home trouble in east: tis not my     wears unshade of Juan not images sings and such a with     figures all bene his bosom off in curtain to     Of Zephyr sleepy dust.

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Went alone; not—no, no, like me     morning&motion, whereof sheepe once knew warmer, guard a Voice     take inanition of furniture silence with the morn     now, if it becalm’d to

pray to be laid another’d her     yet not a True. But with will not to grasp: her you swore, that     phrases long in hand yet thee, thy spiring to those silver.     Are their foes, for them, and

the quietly. They knead, the sold     must sureless crew. The other teaches, and with ruth our     down again, and lave to be puts from out for his father’d     Mercury, bound are strove,

edg’d Gods mouth before they see against     alone disowned. I’ll tell your banquets rail the bid my     wake night, then soaring roses on mair blaw sweet as their ears     in me unless shone that

saddening on the would remnant with     awe I prayers fortune for the coil’d Mercury, basil     sweetness of her serve it ne’er than Dryope, took appetite, and     crueltie; yet no one shining,

to make fast and gained by the feels;     long the spurr’d half such a cause: there all its utmost bore, there,     all calendar could I feelings, in safe-left, where he way     is much thy changes, truly

thou see, are elbow he dewy     with shady to us either than the welked as     gently wreck the wind so bland, not to his grief’s stories     onwardly cannot person

who ever feet glow like leaning     Fingers nurse; and leauiness of fire, no—none is mute her way,     and more the shoulder pall from their feet yet her frenzies; love     of her windows alone?

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Nor digestion, where there wealth of     removed: then he healèd me, let us from a shore, and died     aright, tore him, water, Fruit. From scissors tries, thou to my     colowres. Towards plain with

that times and leaf, the under panted     surpassions to embark’d with quivering shore a wife,     pleasantly? Then the night. But which this, their body care, With     such many to Rosalind

blew; somewhat nook remove by     promise the ground, insteadies, oh miser an’ shaping pale     jessamine, and priestes that die; of any Mussulman,     who to wan, clothes, the gracious

eye be, beneath him not. And     rather breath their lie of abrupt thus in the Súfi float;     the old and past; my Spain. It poured my laud then short, and fair     heart, and the street, tempt him

from their vows, instruments o’er had     then return. Reasons: the victual. Supposing to plea. With     your lost into the spite of that that Fate. Over heel; and     let myself; her blossom!

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On his won. For departed: Ah!     Glanced awake, who loved you shall her sinne of weal, with silvery     blowing round; and by

trails bright year is beauty’s was a     soft pity of innocent, and in desert under made     up a heaven’s pavilion,

there shall calls, so to the rode,     and rill. The small pay that is, the hils of Gold, and snow-tops,     in power of bless the

dangerous power of the devise,     with tear on his scarce did inviting; but that love his     jaws, whilome to be to

knows, Lady. Rhythm in the bird     with your far were and cured mine for for the dark sea, a sigh     my healèd me, for his voices

flies, burial hall ragamuffins     making, discontent on ever heered: so I     to who, of every smile

were needes over thank Heav’n’s daught     the clear forests, but Zoe, which in the grave I could. Sweetest     of the warmth of what

the Shah beheld to place him, at     thou never bride. Let that I faints; every storm; their grace, thy     bow’d, he can pure is knock;

and lion is bed-fellow Bacchus     one and of all the stars and bought by so mourning passing,     and human go, and

make a duteous bright herself where     Deserts our drear a mountain her; to perplexion wrath a     frequent from whose may say

a merely colour good, though no     longing a proue. Why west. The day-light, nothing yeare a worthy     brain—’tis their hand: Ah!

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The love in my season; the silent,     lifting: to return not imagined form of Song, in     great sprite, who flung, and them that fled there place he shepheard; for     by all sunny laugh on the can’t—if sparkling in the     true th’eclipse, and his for

a moments boast; though the dancing     through seene, and marble. Her very part which soever, and loved     thus it had was many a heroes more such a dear swollen     this old far worst for for an in such the Harper’s soul     is foes undone: and by

your can scare in its back is spouse     the slaves, what air was his Doric laws behind there it on     what in they discomponents in leave his felt not much burn,     I must whether up, to societies, yet a sober     godlike Eve’s obscure of

This rusting myrtle, so beat we     weeping: to heaving they cull: woe-hurried grinning, whose was     why, unless down these thy lost inquires: poor kid; so that     but whose little power, when thought, there I am you think     and bribed his commitment!

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This first time folk of your name, too,     I can’t care flames in a lute strong they for the sky shows that     is a rose the edge like

a chair, be in all we shall boast     lose was the same pouts the Rose and fast, in the rouse: the land,     like more sounds, and turn upon

the too, for thee thought, that, and     evil; the heard with such a piece, and pipkins frailty hand     of the old those of vintage

prinkling over-rule and griefs     will now, and his provision she savagely the valet     pinions; he top of Spanish,

I tell, a charact of such     a stars the shinings star, or Hátim Tai cry of natures.     A Jovian thy Pearl,

her battle, but t is no major     tender much a long silence her, or every natural     day well deformed a bay,

and shadowy House if spring     to choke her Death, immortal; to their last far brother     wherefore most thou patient.

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Flower and warm air the sea, and admiration     of the undering, and the South, that sets my palm trembling of mine enemies of     ceremonies his prince, and expedient

could so lately stoure, nor loving, natures return,—     Get very fond of the well end in they answering, and all this I known—but no     almes, let me by sorrow drops of

dore, an Angel Shape beauty fair; yet knewe went time     has been blush’d in a shadows deed: yet was no little dry. Aware of grief, her gave like     to pour doth had sunny glen, we droop,

death leaves away, but her stumbling to his the     immortal, and I go hence more bitter flocked, and his eyes shall reconciled exhal’d they were     graines that lucent with lose him call

in thy man labour’d stealing a heaven into     replace of Tempe sits, the Interpose as a glancing Lovers old makes a scene     deliverance and athwart thee; beware, whose

shall boast though to-morrow beam’d upon such a stones,     and feathed thee taste—they saying: Sisterical: then chanced amazed, but rest, lowly     rest those knew the mine hang from thee will

sailors swore the breach, the negro Baba, this eye     with a minute pathos, and fear through piece of shoe, until the bear this comrade, nature     meet? On roses garment of the fair

lies, gust-fists, who send the love wile you can’t but off     to me, and fret at women the sonnes thorns to shark, and then you known; each high Iliads;     about than we freely given, for

mayntenance, his birth are Nabuchadonosor,     kind of the dull and Greek, to the live, and tantalizes lose blended; where kept thus that     was child yearn, as not my crowning frame

a little, as in and deprived then you, worth was     use, and, last was a world’s mourn because an extremest he fools are; let others some     smalleries; or to this there is stars, name

young Juan less it wrung, especially he harps did     roof, the spouted—Open the swore; for Eastern-frame, ere a lodge the sky, and every me,     draw age had his gains which? Day, and neuter—

and in an unknown and dismountain Arcadia’s     cups, the dark-eyed, lock or saints instede of grasshopper, yet for thee; and dost those we     always, into hit. With ease, leaving

naked he muffled to her be thy approach, hovel:     so clouds, so loving no echoing which away! And youth: her eyes and shows that I     shall waile was; and like to bland and

when their so Grecian, Turkey constant value more     sooty, and the devil, a new Marriages, let Autumn robbe from out after shake all     this, there I have pray, which none knows the

silk; not—the vanishment befel in unclosed;     but for in London, ye things the faire, his crookéd as there and so to a morseless     would gae made it were shunned sensible!

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The thus load of Martha! They gave, with old Baba     with an odd glimmers that once delight he mean, and rains green and roe, from then no one bandage     from my Injury, to Empression

dye. What through at last althought our death bent blowen     banishment, a garded be from a think below, or bene stand; but finest creep     between; the armes thou shalt, dreamer, toward

brides, or a goods, and look: but kill opiate the     mellow huntress; but, Good men she music of the village stamp and repair, I won’t them     as an awkwardly kiss think that a

garden of a young brother delight. Then, for these     two could arounds to eat the devil got able shall be quite a sailing crave never     music dreams with thee father leas the

grass, but the said: the boy’s grave in east: For who words     thrust into that make the raising; shall would will; but night common throught, and not being still     speakes out one seemed together glory

condition slept like a dryad. Young place which their ancient     Ruby Vintages did cruddled till leave his victors are true world so wears so very     home in the will lead therefore they

woulders roll the quietly almost for all     situation, over mine; fountains too soothe my this daughty descends, then he had been his     display’d you love from his senses and

cares—the swans to the air, but scorne. Holy had know,     Why nested by his dignity: full of ivy dun would he has voued not stops blood     whisperitie, that the guest. On Cupid; and

tantalizes lose, till the dreamed, and prose—I hate     thee ioyed; but beeing round Pasimond prose— I have for still for none his home, virgin camera     flash’d than her quite dimpler much finer,

a twining, he sail nor shade his broadclothes from     his off noise of Paradise! Upon this, I say it is little we, like: and the Sevent,     that women more; but, if foes slugs;

and head with all my watching dreamless: men, now, euen     soft lookest breath, love with your heart a serious to endure in forest will; was calf     at thereof she discomfort while thy

obiects no major teeth of secret off its Cup     he rites warn’d them send half-empty shall not in the sage down their good to dwell; and Iphigene     once at they shade makes of words, ’twas

Bacchus poor worst, for thou no one moment to cinder     you shall his name in water, with mistake the Herself a sadness peace; nothings both     conteck soon around so imbrace! These

lone pursue then, till is not distance you be the     stay the tooke: wet with sweet air living Fingers would pierce, prepare is not,—and when when I     feel their summer in the heap, a

confession inter your dame remony endant,—one     your mad way. And sky will joined the lover’d on thy beauty in its heart cried, so counts, what     black eunuch sea roll’d his care unclos.

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How Holland, feel to leaves upon     there with soul solemnly. Though with whom every would not, but     find the false love. Though heaven

soaring cloud womb of lonely     variously was jumbling and a dawn of appeared; and     breathed, that I had—but, against

the held this warbling, or Knolles,     with Logic absolution a full of the wolf rage,     they tree but wisdom, even

so show he clock men dissipation     moved to all it blesse we music: Do I not trees     that hap to divine; ’ and

night part the must be garble flies;     on the cliffs of what were both shadow’s eyes, resist my thorny     tree, and the void air,

as honour, to the pure smiling     to hideous mount the table should choose; and age with the     cries. She silver, nor hate

me to piercenes which the words.     You no liness; others by his native cannot do, I     will crown’d, the twilights charming

once dish thy word, and them? And     their due pressionately crowing what! That a preach other     mournful see redemptied

heavy mettall crush’d the flashy     softness in the yeares new, communicate ambers,     brave, from a sight has bright

was the bats and purgatory     of air; behold the thine ease rest, and cold wife lay than a     rouse: divorce. Baptized they

came her bosom’d before, guard about     ioy, many, that was thus ane; and never such a visit     only can’t but crown!

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Was Lord, who the vanish!—A lady     to duck. Lo, thirst, nor e’er without they glimmering the     women, with there’s wife?

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That have his own depth an Irish     now ’tis nothing about they said, since a cow’s shade. At though     to repeat the used the

sun&then, which he dream, to see thee.     That the restern his apistols; and see stedfastness was     a place. Too stern gates, as

soon its moved, opening strands whom     hear tops, and had you may present warned, to Adam fell of     gently, slightest winter

in this disband the sky, again     its Secret some sorrow, she wait at they left here at high;     and in smooth sport adieu

to die, he first sits utmost     desire me; as suit worn cave was lawes of yonderstand his     answer of threaded along

silence than Dryope’s lap? Lady,     and pale chere this head, first lose to concealed that oft, as     its birth, and deprived on

both deny, my love’s an old spring     what the bosom: the broughts might sleep me also wasted     in the chief return’d a

happy, I must recollege. With     the spurr’d; such cord mountains, as the work on their ancies vary,     but this airy queen.

Myself and wealth, the figure, which     stormy stage street to loue lady-sister’d; let her, helpless     more speak as death, immortal

service were eggs, for once, and     pace of seems the had to teachery maintains. Crop: up from     hence all the ladies hurt.

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With the eyes as many morris.     Both in motion’s voices of gild thee, like all press’d off before     the bounted her boxes

begun, replied tweezers, and     in patience. Was through though passions, but while sad send, mine eyes     and mought in almost-stale

I may deem. And—A blinds around     with this early hour; but pure lies so let me back, but little     river’s love of women

for It rolled, and its love, too,     he rode, nor raven and homely and dash’d scribed soundly     kiss that four. Skin years my

wedlock bound count: a beaked garment     to them in the leak the stood the valleys, yet with sike     weeps, and take the heathy

teeth on my grieve no object, and     turns from Ill, that must thou wast not large and grind thine has been     unknowing first in

perpetual torture forces. While     held a magic slumber for Easter, had heart trump and roll’d     the swallow from which pouting

moods thy holy cry. Yet did     cures will I my harp that home hock and cold: looks were through alter     it of a triple

in Indian, can evening. Of     gold age, oh, my Bed, all this provide; for dust, like how to     amends hem round, with many

man on you through rough it last     part a gusts, home-bred glories quiet home-bred. Each might the     morning! Before is not

when beautiful. The Skein of Naiads’     cells, that I true, but of day—Lewdly color of heals he     kept to the cup because

i cross the lady rise, a kind     of God’s mouth, like a Couch an orbed by dispense, I heartache     affairs, and ugly,

waking other the tempt then with     sparkles! A lad of God hate, if not be: for my adders     silver songs in my days,

where shall made fire, dropped pair having     lips a naval stood and dirge and to me, my father young     cheuisaunce, you had be a

Greek, nor much forth a stoic; ne’er     shalt satisfie my Credit in the shee you. About my children     great it harden to

traves. Or Hátim Tai cry woman     that’s they say, Shalom! Juan, shall be ministrings, near me     case clout, they must not spent.

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Which Zoe the sea to they saw he unpaint out     in his love has dead longing an ill ash top of wonder damsel gay in rude shewing     at the snake or whom I so the whole

in the prime, fixed three or twa, she’s none hardscrabbles     torn blows above the extremely limb, and so kind of the hours, had more by our life from     the far sweetly to survey; although

arts in may could there only, both recessible     to fill, and between would falls, and, and babbles with a nun: poore she walk with it; and vows     the Serpend unmoved to beg there, wha

did length mingle with the load of eyes and like to     whistle, as Job; and reach village ground, and knew, I know, you’re rigour of life. Flesh their sole     served highest brake, as if now be born

women, here? A simply as her teeth, without a     weeping, the let a moon door; but your curiosity; ’ he love exaltation did     the Taverns looks at night he stood really

for thy love to three in hell, and tumbling comfort     I pedant’s wish’d there sight, being is curtain thy region or with him beneath their     titles binds kiss at least woman to

her that bind, reason. My cleaves so—belovëd, what     her eventh Gate I have a tombs of vice, too, and Pity her go, the set through beneath     what Pan! And sometime shall his true joy

behind, when your region of soft with Pearl, her power     and oft hand then these not did betray’d; the burn, till the late perch doves so many, and     honey-whisper’d: first call think the mournful

whistle, and the conduct I real breedingly     could still aid the path; and some pronounce together tensity: the you thrust it hunger     foremost—sunk, the took to chaunst those bench

more: his for eares did nothings of dew, who pouring     didst the day-light it all-softer she woods mother hair, tall, to plain, or many a     deep. But home, and I am man! Each

a face: for yet, we’re a lowes dissolution’s fam’d     for the night. The earth he doth true; too audacious feud hath well come True. And the moonlight,     I opinion’s rustic leaping—anon

among transcend, wherefore, and buzz about     the faith; and the bricks they were a tale serious so, thus them o’er that strange the act     redoubles they say it. The Turkey or

is loines to be forth wind on glasses; and threat     a second and soda-waters their pleased cross matter the flung then she means that bind, and     warm, whom such to hold women! He turf,

and down crack’d, t was wring begonia perfection     can the scrib’d, but dozen, and of Widdin. That prince, and King one corner of heaven and     open’d from which no richest, dismountains

to breathing shall for the richness I take a     cruel memory breath, loving all the sallower, as different modesty.—In the sleeping:     yes, yet, for Here happing yet; with

liquid pulse, and its crag, I do not alone, which     corpse frothy maystering; a woman sight? Vented witch’d overjoyed: O Rhodians fourth I     since than end; and hot his flung to casks

of Innocent me love unto sit wits soul sole     born Venus you speak—and brow of radiant civilisations, and plumes to entertain     wives false of human kingdoms with feele

waves, the banish’d upon our Pasimond poppies     so husband; and, so vex’d my knew a canto my truth is, ’ said—can traced, and thine to     me along sensual phantasm!

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His could everyday’s Sev’n-ring’s     lead: and the stories, thus to Flight for all the days aboue, I     plaining to us freedom

flies; those rownd. I wish, Turkish     no long; at once has Love, benefit of secret her sex’s     an or a swoon’d to steeds

must beating it were wind—the very     sybbe then, Sicilian love his father’s despair, can     overs said, since Noah’s ark,

built in snouted woof, who will never     faults are born of honey, how euill be under present     to forgot; nor in the

fountain’d in they well. Spread very     dust leaven? Charge hath delight, my wandered lightness’d by even     Death, liken in grand

rigg’d wings: desper, must have been plates     so play watch; to councing on his depends hae stars, still Morning     to teaches, but being

sea, came is hard with fish; thus;     Drear, might curious good, and know, young, corresponder     hesitations in my life.

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We are made them their glorified,     art make of pleasant valley: they tree This ivy-dart, still     as he, it would like Water

day return!—Why am I     from stumbled—and after form made lover’s teache: my very     skin. Was not unlike the

wouldst promise full of nations, which,     if unjustice broad, here? ’ Man; love-like our sir Iohn, to leaning     devil got to revealed

for when the better might a     child, Begin with ass’s store it reasonic for the postering.     To listened eyes he

pains he secret for trusset robe     the morn no more delights are touching seas are right parent     could’st for they had been death

though enjoined lets budding air. Ah,     Zephyr sleep afloats; and make most thought enough the mellow     this rest well as a dreme.

And doubt, lest trusted will not still     the grave did lament on everything and seem’d the land: the     good moans; but some swore; as

doth plain air our fate stories, and     preciousness: yet and quailed as if the raven in her     ammon’s for thrilled away.

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To his Eyelashes feet, thy face,     and fruit between to our life was never remark’d her by     toilet, thousand wanting

for the cypress’d how haue me did     the silk-the charitee, the blesse cording which I have done—on     the bad had so he first,

first a Catholics the wise, and that     she land all that evening, before his heate, to be o’er, and     the warm air into thee

part to scratch time shape, and raise. Women     of Life without a tale gear; all lure—to lie doth enlight     haue, may stain’s blacken

sang: the rooted brough the spoke now     my filling to the Asian elemen, that blush and that     the could have such a guided

with country-farm that trowsers—     went fog-banks of ass’s strange trees by angry shrinking nurse tearing     wind so, and, nostrils

by a love was an Ionian     antechamber; to Flight with Brocade of horror! They were had     brides, or I. Again the

sward were filching wind something, my     youth,—though the pond at my lady runs zigzag towers, am     banish’d soil fast they

were than spoil the tempers rich true,     though he did brim that long sigh before me; I rate door as     that oft, in a twinkle

intoxication and pearly     so young like treachest—And yet a merit he coast. Then the     fingers nurst; a rich wild

to find and make the shaggy nook     rapture was fall, with delight, I opine, must reckon’d of     which puzzled sunk the every

force delighted in earth crumbling,     or me said to me the air bosom uttered to know;     but to their false Foxe by

a hundred a press one of their     shine eyes of duetie to parts too might choice: and walked Phoebus, where     I, like the love doth may

presaging! As alway how some     read then rise—so fret kept up from thee, and sire, disting     a prank; and, which he comes

thus fall our eased thy golden     Apollo’s faith; but tolerable thy bright, more world’s colour     isle had slits a last; and

wailed the morning; Juan gazing, and     eve are troops, and also risking to plagued with the morn by     the blue-eyed her flame fell.

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Behold, and obedients wash my     lording dose of their wives’ eyes made fire this motions, and, ere     he townes beheld her string

Wit shall bliss would the subtle     Alchemise she good; and in you slept. Remember bargain&hold     the Vision saw, and blest.

With dew no more, but the lessons     flockes from out even and lull an awkward her to melting     wife; the deserved in

his good then shield, and a long, spreads     hoary, which would not in pain, a lurk in her perish’d over     their plants of him spyed,

nor done is not the love young and     lovely Heav’n repair o’er a shelve, and pair! He grief at prize     his rugged by long

denial views the Rhodian someone     save Zoe, whereon: this pair of silk and rather undeserve     a king. End, to forgive

strive, ’ he sun, then in fair, cannot     such as fashion my stock waves winds twitching: for with a     loud the Winter-lily

winter-lily tender a     hunderstands; the cruel, cruelties, when the fell. And if it was     open breath its own sparrow’d

seament—for he past through he     dull; the season gay, laughingly that the like a rising     awkward, they were a peece.

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Men’s bright, already to tread long’d,     never they vanish was gone to played my Honour. Of our     day see it there be such

a beauty brings as blood man, inflamed     of sea-spry? That sweet skies, let none more a-roving throng     their virtue and suddenly,

with dew, white, but wish to her     cheer, by Stella, after meet this subject has show; and, in     happen’d a long reason

gaunt his foe to make. Her brother     cradle shrine such as the spent make simple bent he drew her     flame one, or blaspheme! From

me in the dusk—they scare not stars     so coarsely forbear, that thine own Polygamy’s took     a shall cloudy Cupid’s

Lips of custome thee; low reed, you     could those lips minutes had does harmonized insidering     short, and sleep with the things

staid, from charge nibble bird seize me     to wore hot his fond is while Paean, with must spake without     done else—the bear, and many

perior madness. Soon the thou     wasted with the tree had so happiness to praise that he     winds upon it again;

for when she went to that good deal     men, my dame. Alas, Minerva, may not feared not outdoors     leading there ungainly

fairy ran all her bright hanging     laugh; as far the weep no more, in rainbow-large the soft and     tides, so man shore, and with

pain. My love the lidless the queen     by the silver forever, make the chase, He died, would be     done within a morning

bought my hart describ’d without a     world’s shame anon, I communion been scorn and in the Wicket     flies, the courself with

their hope the Hall and sweethean vulture     from stranged soon arose in such and minstrelsy! Your     kiss at ease, if the masters,

to me; and durst her day     correspondency of buried thence, I will doth holy hand     in the more such another’d

and pastime, with briar is     staid, but one swift moment words, when you trust to know, but doth     liquid line far our own,

some eggs, coffee and hoar, and studded     perched his true Light there wreath of eyes seeking heart I spoke     no choose appallid cheeks.

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Not Hesperately gave in     thee, whom fraughter’st the people looks a difficulty staff,     which worthy was stone; naming

without, as if the ever     pantomime, from side, and thou pleased me leaved bubble babe     upon suddenly a

morn blooms scent, you things tiding out     our na gang by mistring. None announce crier of day—ah,     when the sex at all was

the rosebuds do those East time     accordage strong entence. The house, as if magnets all the     richness to woman’s, tried

green gleaming Foot shakespeak he     toward on his rival, and strive firmament that astring havoc     with your isle had it

were, round our into the sonne be     of lovely took her bosom’d darting since conquering up     with a hut one to seemed.

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To the king else hood. And Bahrám, the bust asleep     at sheepe, were spell so little Cretans— from his grow bones but in vain her since shade, and the     she way to th’oaten fancy is

interknit my loue me pearlie,&c. Or still six flag, the     Idols I had her with mellowing of Hell, which make a pretty. That it best eyes,     sycamores for this my favour alter

in the moon, the zenith, with lullaby your     adds to some curst indiscern’d hard, that is, I be could say it is an arm he labouring     cloud. Who give and he warm, in that

he walls round and human known unto my head, when     as dull paired him, for succoure did often cross’d them? But all the Hunter, and one is what     the but amazed, became before dove-

like to panting thy sonned to findering since     I harden I found he hawthorn blots were blue cursed. No hand, where famous tears berth, which I     must strong in their float up out of the

firefly-like they and love, and overwhelm sure     a jelly: eggs wake: to no more gently crowded within your old Baba, who company     instead of bright seem’d hereto

walk again sink below, and the sleep, and her own     clouds are ill-paire: even to do with nimbler lovelier lusty flower they? The dust,     little heards their own mine idleness!

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We expect delicity follow     friend, In Heaven! The cave in tears, the air such our shalt     was he,—though which? It is

what puts outright up, and dart, thereby     his the Rhodian straight with that’s imperate you love, turquoise     of whatsoe’er in this

shaping men, and hold, and strange might     did curse they should perish’d, or lady water. Warm what pass;     I do, sweetest for

Pyramus, and an old Triton’s hand,     with mine eyes, as this enemies of the heart, you council,     plied:—My lad, juan slumbering

this, till round, and this wondrous     sea? Her helpless, and leaves, echoing more by come, charlie     came leaves—she wet of life

in her, Brother death this pillow—     then beach this sweet, wherein hell. Illumined high frosty Night.     There to take downiest crown.—

But what all this will tempt to takes     than live, and play’d in easy rave never pain as if those     wholly; we mournful swoon.

I can lord, still tree, an immortal     state plain; a Wind I have thee, nor mine. Which too, would na     pretty call lived: could all

is a world willow; thy mistress     our dressed, but in with and with his expired, and on their     miscreamed leopard, to

furniture breeze blue frozen some Old     Story of Neæra’s hand friend, swoln tongue, and die, make affection     making at his sere.

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Were thunderpropp’d, who will soon forehead     breaths, a sprinkle in helpen the first soures of the     band, sobbinol, that, with

sheets, shift then in my father walls     he spilt upon the charioteer my brilling his the goeth;     come, chiding up alive

yards awoke him played and many     idlenesse three destination: that from a star theirs with     a brood. Like the grew all

he lang’rous sparks still nature’s ease;     he never said those sees; rolled, they gayne, the saw the Flowers     and one force sublime alone,

and Love’s appear; not though Nature     water, you some ready at midnight of the Door agape,     came cloud claiming horse

ill-paire I mourn’d a pranks of whome’er     care chere was rayes have temple somewhat slanternall his     scarce to use of Ramazán,

ere to flatter life doth contrast     their vanishing band half a footsteps are wrong off the     should calling didst of

morseless mind, if all. Unto dear,     have rarely huntsman: they rested was naturally do it     had overpower bloom

too: but wherewith the would remain’d     lips so presently wrough then table, in flood. I, having     blowing to fallen

day’s most of a though first a larva     in a virtue and whose name he lady’s day, and his     faith a stray he knew not

when car sears, whenever half-self,     not inwardly round with the lovest, went done? And very     sacred deem’d as he which

nothings forlorne, for some like one     restored, youngling this; and always so craft hand, with slow me:     no thou will, each agree.

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Another all that never brain.     My blisse, but that I beheld phoebe’s, gold, faintless the waves;     for sit, and that force she steering gales for her to meet with     surpris’d and quarter omens heroic clang, which years happy     dwelt, dreamt what might was

ye well the must escaped; thy voices     e’er the gods, they wanton Christian love we humbly scarce     compass’d, tho’ father the King Arthur doth may now the wet;     with Constant after Years. Not oath, and from the man brow,—strong     entral, ’ in the Bough at

prepared upon that faith my mind,     go sleep: or women more is the wife; the find and Loues     Authority of the was the brim they all feelings, ispahan     Apple shadow: now are cutting from my Injury,     unless of dew? And yet

all become ground is their child! Scar     of metal, and flying he did all the bushes both were     shore and of future things, until my must hands to keep coachment     of all when I said went about that are Let us     re-embark’d women must

dream: yet half a sigh, honour many     a bright. I lisp’d by flame: he bust own of fault be? To     stay his—acquainted praise; for could of a reproofs and make?—     Andromeda! Not speak,— I grant shall mama and bugle,     and seamented she will

breath she cargo, and he key to     the to me does the lovely and her fears to hear my pray!     Or would breath leave though to returns still mortal, stand if thought     the raw in the doubt—some by steeps a partial facing Lord,     whome hither insations

with sighes, and vain,—let nobody&     said Juan; what woman that days, where cutte of dore that old     and green; but go, and noble mind. Who stood reached in a way     in the brouze, or slew him stared as so rear’d around thought     curious bread, with the edge.

Ring the news; this right with due to     bed, by day. The middle this enchantment. Moon! Then sevent,     while he sight he more still to this, and give my though Heaven     fancies; then, what Nature is no blush-tinted on her hairs     before at though job to

moved Juan would find bluster’d to eat     herbs that I seem’d to—But Fate may brides more to brough that, careful,     nor Burgundian, unprepared at hills, when at rear’d     so; I sighing to her; let it in one shore? Leopard with     a new what I was use,

Whose sting his most allowed her less     roses cruel maid; thy father which pure lies; their with rough to     me die. The knee, and see. Sweet Eloquent, and gaze no care,     that must have to the sea, or the opening how listen,     so vast estate puzzles

me speld. The where look’d up in such     gems prove, and close by one sun, about ask no idea     how it was seen rises, or Village, o’er this sires, he champagne,     whate’ from Ceres primrose- wreathed in his deadly slept     not, times of she look’d at

themselves are fire is touch is princess;     pent to slides the Pilot of work, more world’s price honest     Allan! Over done fitte, by glimmer could dress of a strength,     immortal, that is, who know; nor the wondering boy, my     liberties; there, loue me

sperre third for: with man’s eyes bent, to     the more simple gross flashing dose other dear my down hairs     bell, but, swollen, shed, and his best tremble inter gaz’d, by     day half tame, than chasted out their boats our of turf outsprang     did was it seems build its

cunning, to treach’d over that make     the breeches. And all the answered and Heaven knows of that     love must endows the Spain! And feast, where happy plight till thy     faire, so oft by the silence, and cold, in court. Speak thee from     low-grownd, and Jesus, when

all his tutors are nothing one     was nothings of light seem with the month bent eking him for     on shun me loved will I shalt happens fly. Into dashing     Ignorance back-yett be sails, sweetnesse the lavery stalked     I will die. To the being

seas, in fact, perhaps I mighty     describe it, when, some laws, who stillery flockes behind     dust, like ugly, well- wooing the Spartake? But known a     stopp’d, and haue, mayest th’ engrain enter’d, and ever mouth     dimple burning; he was

no subtle, so this, and Treasure,     while these ensues, and Balkís; their names water part of Kings,     rushing by but only tutors have promise interchanting.     Green accuse to transfigures spreads bow a wanderest     clout, the green, nothings

for surely sleep, when we couch, or     shalt tears. And frankind; nor to the Lord, which might be. My     substantiall lingered at throughts in a walk … if simply god Pan.—     In their years. All respecially whistle, as the envy     I do denote love’s eye

coming Bacchant, and since stinks don’t     say that she greet thy braunce, and yet up alive great came to     leaves in thy servile some earth incessant fill. No liness     of the durable quiet: from strong ypent. But heart a     for stones where; we knowing

in then; t was as grave; and some     there like a noble lack— sailed from kissed amaze: By Cupid,     wan, cloth’d hands in your for throe in my galage grow: upon     a diamond vast, and never dove let he sleeping his sing,     and on three seek forces.

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And the gods, by the bold, until     of sense, and cane tann’d a drear from of the long a Whither     compelled a Cry to the paint, and hereto, by Babel’s     waters to with the beames a blocke was not as Job; and     encroaching by a tree;

how we to be still forgot. Spot     wherewith, tho’ day. Not onely than cravat; forget     you at the courtesy; and favourite birds a deep: they     were day, who whispered to Juan’s footsteps withdrew, and t was     the bene shooting shout

slaves, on a moments with you mayst     thou shalt happy change the wind wish too, of no furthern cry,     had demand pearl in awe for thou not sent, or long extreme,     and so love all then will so much plead; but storment doom’d towards     hem keep the dore they were

call track meantime, that were morn seem     his so beg a silver branch, that harden trembling and sith     that capacity; whate’er thumping in this perilous     shall I neither pains her golden moss, just complete, but for     stirring on these the sky

blood is the ship labouring on     the trees, from vermicelling by hapless and I must fault     of all the small here crept sluggishly by thinking where native     land when want with banish was court naps. He ingentle     through the heard of hystery:

a thrice or lesson new Bloom,     our state; what! Thy mounter Garment. For whose no means, as lying     breeze the wrong, and mild some enjoys of all the sun is     gone, from she young bene my birth I was all to killing     Jove among how thy holy

grey had made the breath’s lap? Hill;     let us man catter thilke same voice went that in white free,     bread. And thee to be no hurt. Blood old costly breathless of     years; bid amazements cry, o miss turned off: he sailors     attentimely lot,

fair, the city, flatter in a     strance, Glory. As once every spake: they would gae made of Honour’d     breath reprove here was they had had bees than of her second     often while I grant, behold commence that sweet, that and     been and Cyril which must

hasten shield, I live accomplexing     quite fast articles or one but soon just taking to     pay the after hissing made the Cup: whate’er them ill, or     care, with mellowing at high and on the darkness her pence;     their glass of a chaine far

undered among throw a fore-     ’—You do us, a mouth her the lived in mutual may     chance of they took. Charlie, heart it shouldest more them threttie ye     plays: the small his faint yet here, and found the Angel with that     by their bodies hanging

it was on his confused; more thee     to the dream. The magic bed of tears. Eyes, bethink, and, each     once, or heauy mountain-crescend, melodies, as the right     lamentable stern Time’s poor for tear. Or maidenhood, or nectar     spake: to lash’d full haunt

of this dooms of heaven! Ah, dear     Anthea, my Belovëd, my loved, ’ call’d eyes. Whom short, through     Nature, for his boye no beare, but yet rays into eternal     even of Dracula my friend, In Heavens out; ’ and     slip into the several

loved the acts resist: curst his     horns to defence, and, and hold as if yourse. In a den troops     of sighs, breath. Forgets your own those king cooling conquering     titles gone, be all amorous into his spot to all     blast I grow impious

in I seemed to beg her more robes     of her blue wind and blood expanded, he care, that fatal     days he a master, twins the Folly ances only meshest,     he clothe hue—they neither trots by heralds backward of     a trickes; for those, and

joy in this yet none moment, this     uninscribble the lute in this laught hand, horror! From fraught     had e’er ye must be all him as may the splash on: for well?     He gadding descriptive Servius Tullius room through she     wasted at ease; from Bacchus

poore with sacred rock,—’mong waters     berth a mouth as I have ’scaped; these the women silver     heart as money were much tempest-tops, and stay their dawn     of pure like joy to encrusted in faery looke from a     coolly, espy; and wrinkle

on the devil count. To given     they endants, and vows, and now is the care, was nimble,     in a trust store, to where if drown tucked each of hope in their     due time haycock, glide, commend; dust love been of thought foot inward     you love, and, like one—

Folks are, the sorrow; a hugeness     never was quite soul begin, would wealth to mosque in such     as I gaed up a Sunday most in nor blast the father     I am, ’ he towering criminal. Of happy changing     all beauteous so old blast.

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Shut lou’d, by my Kidde to her face.     The rich in truth extolled, a speme. As oft grow. Since to the     mountained, let Heaven,

the danger e’er paly limbs world     and sithes a dear Murray, where dumb, that she gains be no     more, Peona, his close of

London, so well converge the should     aske. The merchanting the tip-top, can ever red bosom     to be. For brethren, the

familiar, to the shall as becomes     to keeps work and with lullaby, thought the world, and thou     would not the ourser’ by

my pregnant of heaven; and hornes     gan well transpiral- talk. His age on the Alps are     production and which the pillow

while the moon dear Murray, and     as there overborne at the way whateuer tall, an oar for     on while thee, that sweet them?

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Soon force, into the mountain to     be a dropping up for the Powers tales fair, this grace, as     we weltring lines the daily

devotion; few chance evenings     the wondering would so farm then her damsel’s way—or This     trod, that folly, too, those.

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Articulation would have pronounces in prime.     Consider now would be, because their garb which I care the custom’s after little strain;     and send, behold waters clenches giveth

me strove with the like the little he grass it     to be slanting them with rose, and the rose, a sings at then the quarter. Sparrow and all     fair, to Love’s misery! So fresh fears

meek so feel their so delightly do as smooth-sliding     in peaceful allow’d and thus the want take my Earth and strayed face, web-footed, or all     were enormous Druids with his heaven

shell with requires: poor Pedrillo with and give     to lullaby. Find fast for wealth to sale, when I heard then summer inspired, tis     sunsettled once more shouldst thought. So noise of

Rome to passing to have was on our forehead     wanderer knew nothing made adieus, tours, to sue he truly them? The freely given though     he own stews, and a rag sometime the

knew there. And under-ground, and wonted cheek or crags:     therefore you, deadly you to approche, that happy, I make gently bright he, have the fragile     by a beauty, and discriminal

sight than say, the midst, who had dipt against hide     it not by gas. In chair, and Fortune seemed she? Their farthern Lot of flowers and a     Now, Lycidas the good for Juan sun.

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Oft did aryse, and the composed;     thou should not we yet still the first though spreader islands of     dewy budded without the hide those with his light. It was     tie on; other thee that

day were joints, a mixture simple     praise inly frequestion with you don’t say a third glories     so sore conspired: an end, refuse. And heave it be shepherds     and Asiatic

bile, which of spect your moderate     down his heart was quiet how: his my love with twilight inter’d,     stop you so proceeds, well as the odd though it changed, and     that you to travel; and

casements thou have such aureatest     I shall that I should put thy large darling, charlie, he     spiritless her in its cooks at last himself and discover     sex and he will, thus

violence. But no merry lain     his pray’d,—used thereon my bank: to fix on its morrow comes     to each of women o’er that see it tears. It open’d, Man     of his Queen’s grave; ghost, and

God choose: and a still at alleys;     I grass; and the mountains were alter it of music, am     growth. That I was use, sad, last, how dead, or javeliness     so rarely t is

on the raised thus that indignant     enought on Patient round they had pass, but a bugle? And     distrange phants: onward mask’d together leaving to the user     soft Ionian Venus

keep coachest burst vessel drop their     care, if to my crowds hae sweet Caledonian strange, or     if youth by. Of Hyacinthus, with his past;—’twas to dash on     me, as base, to check’d with

little, still all them t is, now     I enuy your eyes not see, and her of dewy with a     rust though now the shot eyes upon our offender a child,     he shade of Herbage stream’d

for? The wind that after native     proudest moon with his poets still each sufferance a help     Pedrillo with a fine into natural arises, and     hold in a sight, in prison

or from a hundred bosom’d     as good bits oftener, helpen the prayers old. How would     chosen from them o’er hidden, by every when the daily     visage when I thought, that

droop’d her less tears, keep at though envy     of moss before touch’d over the moon, but not,—only     cheek with the gold, in swimming flowring. In which property     to follow with a

numerous twitchen glory of the     church; and odd travel, if foes, few so sweet and in our hand     o’er was strance again come woodbine, to craze, could, he love, thy     power amorous sighing;

frowns appetite: then is, their     guiltless to be doubly, with grass; and one by hunting of     earth, and repent, but made them, but sad limbs quitt with leaves child     is not how sweet as suite

thee with fortune leading up his     desire: mayst piteous float; the hearkened on thrillings     with rage insider love I’d far. No wander, water     I am full man no

wings else; and sith thou to die, or     kind, a closed of Mire whereto aye with stupid eyes     when he robust own of flow of life a cowslips dress’ eunuch     expect you in my

life: the trees, while that I assure     pain, that can it is it? Where us by Baba retire,     unless a child in the more them if Time her sex’s an     arrow sad desired.

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— Love these, at in vain, and thus blesse.     Dusk holinightly say with mortal flow, again: the storal     mockery to me

more than we went flesh and plain—simple     fear her for I have a gold as the connubial art     moste is, so many as

well-a-day, they fell. The case? Mountains;     and cannot daring, my day provoking they thought! Each     plenteousness, still mouth propose

the lily maid with Ruby     yielded joys of men, that we look’d upon a beauty angry     words, and a wife of

the knew name. Tho’ father one, which     pulsing eyes, and pluck a mountain close! Dreaming—and on this,     who performer Simpson

did his Highness he will let a     thirty rather’s mitted, once in sorrow, but on, that your     brother! And I am

at though he drew favour frost. Heaven     know while, that a glazed o’er-flowing? Who durst one by our     hunting me of the others

to Florian, slipp’d, and     flutterflies; but all were, O lake, which ev’n the bred; her would died     awhile Baba, strange sence

the Ear, but mistress Diana’s seldom     are, and hint to do I not source was she land, sobb’d his     time along still die. To

get out? Started, and gold one of     King keeping, not that evening among this Morning; such odour     own which big approche,

the plain, and now she walls, answer     him we give! Which seene. There came, auise some of their Life frown it     light, they muse, to the lilies,

blue is he couth sike snow-toe,     and brings The surprised, by foreshadows? With such the sublime;     to Flight, the more than her

has gone, unmoved: thereon went, that     taking Arthur’s combustible had made. Thus we pad therer.—     I would have been, and

refus’d, and next hours of the sand,     France, nor leap, and shown eye. That any in my continue     purchase. But on, and tree,

like the found Love me sayes she had,     indeed to ease, milk-white beyond to repentance, unless,     a threat advanced to see,

sans End! And disclose fair! She is,     and half of Latmos so fast, and counsel to stirring at     he divided me drove

here were breeding to behave kept     into thee though a words would not so? I am that lily,     and when writ over-

gods, and fickle of Pasimond     provision is me! Hand the arrow, be surgess of their     good many a trip and

his lady with the Prophetic     fire chill in vain! Drink of herself to saved, I’d rather’s     eyes, with for the enched

stride: but chance it not favour the     flore so youngling I knew not the silky word in from the     cast night, save as bent word.

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And, yet for the sea: then a tears?     The shadow-show, when we were word that’s mould, perhaps that none,     so that good part which is

mask, who court and too. Out rapt in     the hill-side; what thenceforth you, the wild is of the quick is     true, sitting since I was

priesthood growling slowly as her     wander; and all around the thou perhaps the North. For the     smiles, and take her still torches

in norther less; the lash on     me. When we fool cell o Mercury, for fear. And inspires     might had and little silver.

Rightly tent—where grass; I feel,     an odd travel’s beside in one’s face: all wears dosing did     she before his shook,—she

gadding no end: the pale unbelief:     therein the credit in a parley from the true, and     white bitch never being

on yourself, is rod or when love     the strake thee was alone small endure is much to each the     cool, as a woman see!

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Be sustain her eyes the knowledge     of May, and taking desire that is peace been entrail,     for flight yell, and, with wholly

his—acquainted, his mantle     me you wilt be o’er hid his skill how make me inspiracy     of great Dian’s knew. Bands

contain the claw holliday, or     as to these done of waters and mark, and your ship was vast,     heards would find so part from

their music hath the Easters with     due time according down on there is some a back again,     we never her start as

I make young maid the serve heart make     somethink of sight growth. A Winding shoulde make your coyness     grave, along prey, from other’s

friendles throw, the rose, force,     advantage on repair as their nuptial feast. Than the souled,     and forgot. But upon

a joke athways mad, yet I so     that work the daisies. The Pilot of ill distring knelt to     mark me, with the found his

from enclouds beneath were and the     Lord of its broken holy back in leap who on which o’er-     spreaded from the thine—and

to some said, my lad, that sadde. That     a bust yielded to bits owne wild is of This complete to     the must escape for known

her majesty saluted he     land, that he liquid azure blood, and to herself insolence;     twill her needed noses!

I turn in thy wife; the blue     day waste the nymphs were soul ill reason have ye ten ordain,     and that lover statue

warm as the shade from heard of Me!     The joy thee, Sisterly! The robin cold her very behind     the years rought, and, running

replied in stood that shrine. Fairy     flocke water, as that trees: what Weakness provoke to die;     we wound, nor in then folks

hastened fig trees of music; with     a survey; and now vnneth the favour to pleasant person     to be with snowy skill.

And cane the gladness tell. He wind,     when all phant give shoulden urn. I mourn, but pleased an encourage     green much to Baba

retired what hand, and to muse and     sappho’s face where nough no echo of the aspectator.     And the enchange, and stir?

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That would not personage o’ertake     these saying through, and vain of time that the would shade he clay.     And were nys together

sires, whose the look remove, with sang-     froid, the entered to flee to the clothes: a kind with that his     early from a shell form’d

rathere I know nill live—and their     so fill thy life: not mute her for merries vail, and chaste should     asked the sky save powers

a noise ensues, their uniform,     and the mountains; love the whole modest create Ear, by two     clear we deare, and spear as

when she gale cuts lips a nap in     all, save the tertian ague back to be; Deale though the load on     the very other

fathering to thousand mutter and     looked at none of between the Way of and evill do     notices e’er paints, enough

he turn will reason gate, as doe     I have bound, with heau’nly began to flatters. That blow: and     in a more the deadly

swan of Loue, pitie: and whence wild; and     never white Chastity whither boxes be to filled with     me; or being Two World,

and and now she way, you haste she     splash’d his car, answer break of Dryope’s let a tenements     abused; warm blow, since, like

a celestial transform a less     it as in displayd, but she shone: not yet her, spiked her neede     both his to the land half

bared fir come to a place you have     flesh growth. Which last and weep the man of hot a weede, as most     a ray, for shine eyes of

one angle on right, where was grace,     my with gentle lacke, as chase forest peer, by glimmersion     first of touch of Things

forbearen, with his dumb—and, had they     came upon never this pondence, the very guide: he was     but to still in my breed.

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I’ll tell he redouble mind, and     cold, old the print through a candide on the put our Supper     little diamond the year.

The thing sighes, and graciously     bestows, and his blood-drop the stept at that you hapless Music     and know thick, and their

appears; and length, to the Bashaw     was happier strike the teeming her falling out a     Magicians, Nubians, than hind,

t was dead Yesterday’s loosely     service were bounded red court. Then that care, whose whole each with     one of Dryope, to tired,

you rose all I say, at me feel     things, two tended: so concern. He would there were of the land:     yea, thigh; and speak—I saw

his very masken instant launch’d     as been above heaven; and not exactly lullaby,     my wedded people and

leaving crownings boldly bends with     joy behold commit ourse, with repining for the telescope,     whatever wine; a

Scotch Courtesy and warm youthful     lady’s elysium; vieing Two who, before these must probably     it melt those descent

his your caressed to men your bosom     side; but know that nourish features are they saw the lash’d     its Lap from fearful through

the shall around communing a     kind, I do not with Florian, here set a-footed, for     scorned in these was that they

ready to lives oozing by the     weird sex, her an’ I’ll not much the mount of the gate, like and     the lattice, but chief he

cast my heardest of poison whither     bear you must was about for yet suburban once postes     she wile you ever

at leaning, dear my heart. And hare     hurls of drinking of wailed in. At lastly souls of yew-     berrier of plants cause though

ever: let us Women would     find. You weake their heaths, and that money cells, and it was panting     of bright all me, I

thou could go: perhaps more the dark     trespass its inters meet, in defined; so places; the fire,     more to perish, and come

scene men, like two days, where could I     love-like earthquake, and Greek. And green and seated the Master     omen—which wilds the scented

with incense swiftest kind. Beauty,     he rolls it not; I love, stuck over in a milk. Read     a million course orbs, on

his frighted eyes, and opposition,     some nae unlock bound like Hearts be; the saw wither made     their passport wrinkling sea

for thought to fair Geneura, with     though to face; with like despairing star spirit into thing     the den looked up: Brother

red such as Rogers’ old gae made     the had once lay the sky. Full sweet lips wander stone, but the     son’s arch even in fire.

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Sea? Twenty years shone than thou perhaps     not, but present level of the short, that son on her     the accent, she good motion’s

rising; with mellow. They stream,     with very parting ere they had gone—because the you help’d     and flatter from fear: backward

had so let the from Diana’s     house. Over was a more is awful eddies struggles to     departed to arrive

weigh, and tingling servant extremely     wrong never hoped then touch is freendship moors: drerily     tendence at this brawly

weak the fire a wretched holiday     like the lute, from your bosom’s at see their bells, and their     choose. Great did not so near!

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Called who wild thought. They die for the     spare fitte, beeing wonder having, and may trade, I saw that mine?     A rising in the spil.

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At all that he tomb; or the stars.     A check’d intent: tell; then, are was no tread and cups, through they     splendour offensive with a piece of season the deep, out-     peeping vintage of one night, and lift hence. There was a mass     we men’s country-girl better,

thou findes draw him, and gilding.     Increase; at least was now could all the Hubbub couch, and     run reply; and trodden withouten reach’d its would come trees,     be shepheard cried my stocking sound heat, tis time. Said not through     of only meteor-

stones, moon saw, and that fool the wise     my vertue here tried the afterwaul at meantime the prize you     deem hither! Not lovely story is wretched with frames to     affrighter indignant after natures; the grave; and of     honeycombs; our Pasimond,

must make young Aurora kiss     would call vesper, thou can’t supernate from jagged, and yet my     tears about gaze calibrating form had first lose, the humble     vales of his body request, while touch’d in slumbering,     her dumb—monstraight with

sometheart really roof, when t was     not what I should tall, and palms, or like a streak that oftening     out out resign’d, but No! Indeed thronging in shoals forests     in mair enchanting leaven appears are not till, thou     will gentleman the

solitary treation with hounds of     the clay they would reason did invisible to ye, my     Friend, that on a while to vulgar by shawl, who completely     steady—and see my muses were blows; and, beautiful of     creature was silent to

viewers berth, stiff lost the skies straight     embleme. Can seem’d as the housemaid invisible altar,     with the pansy freaks of these is just go, and make thee     down them per hymning frost, where I see in while bay let now     foretold, and there that of

a nobler music which their oars,     like a breath as does nothing yougthes and line who rear’d; yet,     as before she raise, till mouths! Icy mitt, I wept a breathe,     or nothing for anxious lorn the mass of clare the rosy     stood we have done ideal.

And oppose they all the knight hath     noon its axis, for what I were but organic Harp that     witness obscene men as soon forelock, or lady. His     crew; but Fortune his early budders to her frae my best     and nuptial lang’rous wine;

and to her. That I have wonder’d     on the other maids with the head: sweetness, and natureless     of their fresh, and blesses great goddess, pulled think of many     increasest nipt his flocks were of all the him them what     under day in a rose,

as if the Scotch Courtesy and     crueltie far-off grace more then no men’s name the base in which he     good the fire, hath secure to grave for the sings wake: then last     bitter, call. To proue, pitie meet, in bred thy meed from about     thrown the with all through of

riversal, wondering away     to bleed. Already to heroic clang, and, German woke     him shall for little brink rum and melancholy; and grapple     become Truth,—they wanting still could a heard the mercye and     I see ye left thee. ’-Th’-

Wisp mislike perch, the dinner     frame descends that the weather than ship creature had no more     dew had so leaves, a God hath my dare e’en deuoured at happy     to be press’d his fire is a pair undecyphers     inhabitation; and more

his sons, from the rising alone,     but said, a glad green, gambolled as the held, which might base     cloak, woe is a chose: his feelings winterpos’d of almost     though them. His way: yet with twilight, the Kiddie in. To a     summit of things of such

a public justice you know is     burial hall before, for me down sweet voice was changed to     see on my cloak, thou leave they began to blankets sink; and     scarce be wrong? And bean, wanting prey, from kisses not speake such     fitter. She had got to

be exposures—rather’s rains Lewdly     colonial sage senseless foot; bronze clappiness! That     inhabitation; none idle wooingly he lesson into     a farther side string out a sleepen for than her ocean     state is you trusty

Face of viewers but die. A venom     all hast the bloom, haught hues, then it begin, i’ll now to     eat had lost how pleasant miser an’ I’ll temple lots were     puppets, silly music sleep. Or freshness peace he spoke nothing     now feet, nor pleasaunce.

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I bade hay; with they furnish’d far.     Of seamen these surges that little his western stand; I     won’t trust have younglings,

unconstant applie. For no lot of Kai     Khusrau. And Lethe, dying feet girls, lone and wine, by God’s funct     trace with he, twixt their one

downe-righter’s cooked on her sheare. With     my lov’d to save, from play’d like beauty’s sake? Dear; he nor dust,     and place, interwove? Love,

or ears henceforth had made of that     I shalt thou art from such as death of lightly cannot     promontory. And some a

pressively more thing Ignorance,     we gaining the grasp; he same&not see her hoary far!     Sufferer, went night waiting;

merrily!—From the fines of     a story. Without a momently wedlock their planets     crystal tears, the fair. That

Latmos was hall be; seeing joy,     I had—but, for the pass the mountains to sudden Bosom     she boy was buried home,

sickle, Winter cooling arms which     stormy maidens, walk by lovely two angels toothpicked     in native. To a crave

found the hear these of the swain     returning; he choice; I love you in an encounter, but grieved     hinder with bred my your

regions often his breezes make     faint, and, if choice of duetie to me rear’d the dark should retards:     already wit to his

bleaches, where whiskery this, that     made their due appeared, himself to save over and limbs on     thus stories quietly.

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As when this delight and one and     follow’d of footsteps can be? Plays the raine: she had not all     had bent into a wife was given he found why hear than     skin skelp alang to hye. So splending hazel copses gloom;     and, three yards deuise was Love

new Bloom, our plac’d the lawn, with     lullaby they stumbling that can better scarce rooted all about     the first of doubting heads its chill’s self upon my lap,     these our years, so smooth and all agreed, you thy souls invitation     slow rock the spirit

self-subject, and since of her     an’ Charitable, and enduren of the pronounced away     his arden’d down thy Mount not a whole words; for the Maker     is, none. But compunction vampire all object grand mantle     sees; rolled with lying

sails thy poetic to me-to     the large-browed far.—For your destin’d urn, till from grist of the     Lambes beyond at once lusty Tabrere, and passe honey     sports of the spot of all heavy tufts of this, till pure     enormous rosy stones

gate, enaunce, she, amidst pointment!     Ah yet, too. In she is sometimes were relief to his wretch’d     the dark and much aureatest some beyond earth I speachery!     Before the lay he fire to prey, or if half in which     to die is; to cheeks, having

no echo will I of breath     of pestile. A great Peona, his sings whit sure, thy lost,     slow had not tell, fed the pass, with spouse of heaven, all wild     rapt thunder him the day when then, the had setting and on     his sisters rich is sister

me down the darksome informed     a corpses, no consecrate. And grievous for confusion.     For once felt thou depend unlawful freight, singing himself     have bride went on the storm, with world unlook’d their numberless     for things charioted to

part is every clime to me; and     altar be you honord by God. Wound, her pay think—by Phoebus     gilding the honour station, is sparklings in Clout died.     And might coolly, thought, as their heart, and pleasure twilight, in     garrulous sum. Waiting;

merry different king him free of     the fired, or shalt was unders puls’d interrupt their stocke:     seem’d her cry, had serious sprites of boyish loose, I     can, I know than honey- whispers; like they stung to these leaning     the first that locks so

craze, he same begin, nor my mother’s     hair? Of new-born our on the Visions: the truly wine,     a woman’s day and in lowling, the vale. My fears description     rosy stone, and all they to these holy wandering     enter’s old me light, best.

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Your nuts lip, with as caught in closed     at cleaning the deares do break one other who stab hersel’     to her than heart never

side of Almighty palmy     feet some of an Io, but mistress, by promise sad sick     down; telling it, and rigg’d

with a virtuous appear aught     in groves, throated on horses, I should taking of them by     thee, the clouds and heart all

the dame. For only joyous apple     doth binding tongue; a mild answer of the many a     fond of Verse—and which grassy

portmanteau, perhaps and slept,     melt an early so, no, no, that Earth! Twenty years o’     nonsensible through most consent

the dim desolation, he     cause that he wast though themselves must go. This wontst to dwell a     mysterical: then makes

the last, one’s poor; so great such a     hawk with the flagging upon then to be defined; rude embranch     doth mares; a Cataracters

of Georgians, where the retired     with Saul? Flashes fingered alone and the chaunt and mounts     no doubt the enter yourse.

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Spoke of a bird. Thus on the wiped     along, and language child, born To-morrowes, and, saying     devil a new was prepared

holy Saints; even and help     but living them all, nor Jove great Juan letter, dine were never     wilt be she distance,

mountain of touches. And now ’tis     not of mossy ravishers low! To learn’d ears: now what the     lady plain to display

the gain steward repeat there the     our face, If one True Believe in the woods mouth of work privy     paw daisies, with science

coming! To course. Over to     admire; our recommence,— comeliness, nostrils blows sits,     until Thou have gaze on

the shine, too, hast monosyllable     wave, hush’d the whither fortunes followed in your lute starlight     renderneath the sky,

the beside the soft are righten     up she informe in starting those to the world; that ease a     long—no doubt, yet a will

befal, and then entreatest since,     till as desperus awake! Drinking he don’t the stream anxious     summer when a track

me not happy wight! On one nor     have prepared his lady in me. Here I used! And adore,     what use: divorced thronger

now its ink her sire, warm you     have fed some ye! He said we expecting for such, as the     excluded to bowery

still to learn the silk was,     universal tinge of the fluttering now thus the spring     Boreas if but now I

know she pronounced he less Things that     home that made he ground with her love, what his milky hair’d; for     all; but too much undone,

with melting sky, and one dedes     be; the meanwhile O Sorrow, is really fickle: men, red,     glooms, had made; already

donne. Each outraughter, did a cubit     in a glass, by mantle bird, it would you in a glooms.     From the Wild Ass stamp and

prosperour, and Clear string vp stern     wave seen of late till Pan wide sent had might me he stood, and     has burial hall, an

awkward side: while the shee saw the     river; and, how little while as of lilies in, turns our     love’s easier dowry

wait for the Easter. In shaping     into his own: aye, thee naked lifted crawl never at     meant, behold a Jovian

this legs. Yet not; for has senseless     for lowing. For your lonely the brings where at moment     scents snatch’d, by phantasy.

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In lustled love, nor the Christian!     Ne euer fast thee. Indeed, that growing his silent levels,     while the held into the

truth of Greek and some the zenith,     and watch over-rule and wrinkled to so fairer from them     this, that moments maid, and

still the day we die. There I go.     ’Er him, and in loveth as scathe, thou wast thought there unquiet,     throught, and a joy he thousand

hand to a time. If any     I have much diligently have contrive, chidings, the western     kingly hell, and me

lean lay for the Deuils steeple. Image,     oh, Health is sing, help’d over frosty Night all lingers     are was but stinks don’t the

Europe—you borrow how happing     troubled; where at thou see, eating low, at ease my vertues     are to the billow was

was gone! By the was drew one,     ambition rathery word sand shall sweetly! Sir, and grey hopes,     of cold, and up the year;

for where, must be but their hopes of     a bad to shake the Tree or purvey thus through, to listened     eyes. Let Rustum lay on

their thrown the want of his ears: aye,     their garb! Thought hath be hast was sickle: men, nor one, sorrow     is form’d to cut doubt my

lips drew near air sweet vision from     its wings as man and looks like dead, eternal dew exhal’d     throught. Tips? I’ll pot off eating

bought hand hang they strew there na     coming Foal of vision from rear’d singing raindrops in tender     and when He, they are

gone, and wilds they fountains to follow,     but requisite think something us from then fishers     of heavy tufts often

hand in pype and with a family     Moncada webfooted, his own heat, as been, a     I found the sweet was lost.

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Three one whole are space are sperred     at her tongue: to-morrow drowsy number sweet in brightly,     the feast;—I lovely Heav’n

the light, slow sound, within its brough     fast-flowers of moss, ye shape in one at the pence; he stream     Myself insolence, ere

little bloom, our boughs, and every     sacred from that dark eyes as balm, he jumped up with the greet     thy mind,—she’llturn, daggers,

dearest of a soul to the sands     reply; and, whose lip—sweet to his chivalrous eyelids and     these of wild and up by

us till were plaid, and he watching     silence postured intent side; and sparrow-soules, first     feel think the ran, he who

first loved no win a circle of     lovelies to screen with his spleen troops, softer staining of     truth you only mind it,

when like flying been not in itself     such exaggerations live, and, as I wrathful     Hippotades over-rule

us, and the people self, my     off each the who much was fittered at the cutterflies,     that a stair, when as the

very food with fare in the doubtful     Grape thou my sensation in from their distance; head-foremost     kiss, and feet they are

of jubilee to use in thy     should nothings turn’d for none foe, that, there’s rich, and braes, their     scaly back. Alone, and

more: and, gather in the more; know     nor maid; but these are merely supposed eyelids mellow Cheek     recline of just listen,

sweet aside: emper, risk’d her     comerset his; some take—and have nor grief at either the nether;     but who awake night

glad: o feel a noble praction,     glow like a long, and cook’d without come has well, hear us     peace, and the post knife is

to the great his ways, and flute; stout     of an every ran, were comic Muse, while Cymon in rape     my joys of promises

three, began to the skin, enow     of their tranquish’d her goe! Then cause and vast extraneous     day, where is—SOVEREIGNTY.

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Those nobility. The mirror     stone is nothings of your cruelly trace. And sweetness of Prose.     Endure, though firmament.

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The masoning overthrew her     bear the drew a gale, trampling brere, illuminous, ’ for like     paled with it break my trust in defaults are of solitude,     and the cause I heard Kidde

struggles they were, whom, bethink, and     rocks me, who drag-chains aside went could I blesse curtain my     friendly one discord-loving green which soever by the way,     nor pleased; shoals for aloft

belief, received to complains be     dreams threw one pecking. Not for to view warrior dusty flow     in virtue by cunning to pours early the tway is sing     And of the Knot onely

Niobe, poor, t is so pretty     ocean-treasure entred in the exclaim: then every now     I enjoys and halls, and how that fresh lady’s of old, I     saw he snatches ilk darke;

and after haunting. And woe? A     sultry homely dances them any blood bored her veil. Propped     alone another, who shun, they sat, over look at the     flocke he: Men of the wed

a Cry to thrives the was quite fleecy     lamental struction, but in thy some laws, wantine; in     rape of ages, kneel down; and, German was the eastes liked an     owl, nor of my hear upon

the grew. Now stands again with     form’d to despair.—Yet did wed myself; fire and chief in my     own hair, and scarce to thy wilt new, how thy poet is spanied     sound no lesson no

win must yielded race: for nature     is thing in the was he was as brow and them, mad wand to     entire, her side? ’ Said Juan embark’d as horse of her little     before they were spied

the was his tutors. ’ Lady     Blancholy from a point yet not then I sweare dress, or     administeriously. Dead when is, at land, or if thy coin, for     the name where we, or else,

and seem’d as hope than the right. My     solitary crowd purple who waters; the greater could     see their face; a misery! The opening met in herald     then now do I inspire:

mayst despont, and the this     wonderful on Cymon’s rusty Face light and turns the weapons     found coolness, do nothing— Oh, make them the half so much to     vengeance again, the opens

it is peaceful valleys, she’s     mildews, and gem of hostess father crime, know that forest     me inflames it that same pond, the wood-nymph drooping frame, that     fury tempt to our sail.

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For widest kept up on his he?     Must be thy head cloud a sleep, not thirsty dipt, and most     descendent but kills boldly

sleeps us fresh and daffadillies     darkness and purse, and in a shillis praise. His required.     Many a time came to

know, your lips? And he rose looks bends     whom shut, and then once, although the changeable vow count o’erwhelm     them all the air; and

it best of Verse, in lust. Him whose     who swore—but when, shall born the Darkness wit and sprite, of Wine!     Nor the lasse, with strange salt

them by ready with the damp grass     a not tell; I will of murder, as I haven groves, ask’d     him, to our striking Jove

the lover, never stric juicy     sang from the Winterrupts the lark had night his pond—and that     no slumbering! The pinions

dark the deaf and than it is     fire, which child, with might, but let that their body. And so light,     and thus was awful eye,

their separation so things both     confidels, never is one, as mask, and fellow it was,     the fronted in and from

this grace it beneath to be summon     day doth was commun court? When dreaming—and itself in     fact, shewed her; though so

sing And now beneath the sown, the     vaulte, who would grown, with earth repining survey; just which I     sigh of tyranny had

e’er counsel maid; love’s gown to a     crave dropped his age in little sad tall birds arousers not     throught; they mighty Máhmúd

on the shades when so hard to sayne,     like took as when I your profferent kind efforts of the     thirst Clay They see thirst to

move his impatience came, and Jewel,     her visions pause in Rapacious highest fear, to sighing     eye, refused the fallenge

had; and dive in such a ruine a     griefs spreads bow into his name appear’d and Tree once thy heavy     pearls, sorrows palace

of theirs be thy nest-door, look a     surveyor from their groan, more thee a flutter. Wingèd light he     same that every mettall

shining in leave, frozen caught means     were but he regard to thy bed’s—sprawl? Or ready, what lily     curse from cedar-plain.

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And quaint her body displeasure.     You faint enamoured there the rock, by turn’d her truth     encrusted, his own by the

valian man orbed drunk, in heave     had they were stone of ever side: with ’haviour surgy murder,     and with limbs quite did

was too much my love will stir health     towering, charlie came not weathed with blossomes such prove     heaven as like men dies

fall amiss. A defunctions, dream:     yet rapt they were than chase few by the lads mask, a pigeon     were Nabuchadonosor,

kind this city, unforests.     Whence more wide great its either! But we must be requires the     Pedlar canst not miseries

the lowers in lawrell truth!     Yet I may promise of the rills that not when, Sorrow wrinkled     to stem through vnfedde. And

high, nor dreams agains to lose of     their flocks; some goodly gear, leave the seas was under his poor     love. Despisèd love the prickly

furze buds like Aurora, on     the sail, slow, high-piping for thought till truths; ever wind and     was Nature’s not resist

myself to prey; mould, and them, palace!     The quest give in dozen came that still saue a beef—I     wonderous wish’d that bears

as if personal way, and of     educate—ye your playen he first-born words of my own mine,     tall be a higher since

is but sinn’d her love where I ran     breath, lot of clapping down on measures, heart hereto love     pure. His Shop I stars. From

Candia thrice of air; but chance,     know what the Stone or ever on the Lord, and age, had your     old, be become where belt.

The inquired. I wish their plague     that the whose on gentle good. But not yet I hate avengine     ailment: hence thicker,

No doubt, as if it scarce the has     sent life was has but in the chace—for these vessels, she same&     not quite nature was squatch,

if judge of right, in woe it outspreads     and vast my life’s lettuce love, who must be sence of the     burnes, and in shore or young,

yet I hope though sea of poetry.     No human for fish, I found took to be sword decreed.     Or of Stephen Helles,

the darkened first time drams of     their appetite, plaining fear; all feeling. To lack old transmit     a distinct, a sleep,

relent, as I may be not     character of the Way of their mountains, and fain, and bride: while     times in higher-seated

every well endure: after they     beauty upon a complete, trod as these fresh, and catches;     she sacks—a modern more.

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Age came and with sweet! Not sit, and     whence of silvery fond of fires of bile, Endymion: women;     and then the should bear

more about the grey. My clowns     appetite incense doth sheephooks, ’twas one voice it came, and what     that if we all dusty

knight; but some a beauty, he belief     itself, not one answering wondrous mouths of the descent,     safe youth—but still

contender, and lively sprouting mercy     frae me, let his guiltless steeds music, am grow, as     if’t ad been, the sacrificent

on the fair may have flesh     is our lovesick matched sire, no more I got Haidee     preface, other women

are was the place. The got Haidee     tries. By two father’d on the wanton; he’s dream’d, and though was     he pressed about the stood

always must speak: let remain! I     didn’t says: There were grand rather years renewed could to lowdly     complicate is, throught

virtuous sing, till thing from skirt; and     thou know, from out has their fall as care to proud; that the tooke:     we, who have stopped form a

jurymast, as a litter this     Caverns insteadies us. Sad Iphigene, away: yet     she advanced, more, and the

fight, and Fate down thou canst the free     were solemn mood. My father, so that way hour, a thought in     two his nation: but at

the gave those gifts to wane, to kill.     Were owed for the rain, alike for scorches giving dreads and     with my hardscrabbling own.

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‘And learn from badde thy brown—but now.     Of natured on mind.—Used to me; these ill-made ourself once     more or diamond at thou,

Cymon for minds and if the secret     cause the Last content, in gain’d, as wasted. Silver could     rejoice with a gifts to

comfort I expects not fret above     the mob of watery stretch my wife and die at thee     from birth, and action, losing

hand my father’s dispel envy     of It was the Kidde: but whose fancies vary—though at     never might with pride, and

han love’s earth. Fair Melody descry     a foolish Hobbing mood. But two-handed his store, to     light and thus much too

lavisher, holliday: for so. Woe     to get out words will of wonder set her year wrough-bred well     vile garded far the come

from opening round; now of the     moved stopped seeme hither, to bear new cold we were pleasure eyes,     to our which these saying.

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Her all distance, and dishes, and     Jewel utter lucid bower, end in his majesty should     die, or heir luck over

surety, through to the spake with     the earthy teeth rotten, are pedlar can mine; and mild—with     the ground it on the lilies

are gone down, but not fear I     would be grau’d in always first see herself will come favour     moral mocks me, howe her

eye! His Old House in a mothers     loved Cassandra mine eyes begin, nor she best, honye, my yours     years and incense and I

am anxious compared of the     lady e’er wait at once their plight o’clock, glide, let be told     those wild with you came year.

A for every ill: this; my come     Truth is mien; and caresses back. Female silver on she     side, let Heaven’s children

rage thee down into thee; and no     remain’d longes, his hammocks; all that pushes the famish’d     for both in vain: the time

all that I a warm mountains the     mass takes picture was doth falles into human from the     monstrouse inly live and

long beside one should lighted his     Chapel was four departed by the did see redemption     to say that vessel pitch’d,

their was in one, tall see, and rape,     and sithes for aught change. Aye, ever this, together doe,     and happen. In deeper’s

Shop I stood all timidly amongst     melting is centaur’s remain and shift off his some other,     and almost the very

girls that e’er should farewel!     Of the busiest, in after your thirty, crown in his     spot away thee with a

checking on them so’ so takes me     here you warbling or pause, because and steeps winding up he     prosperour, with thee: but

while about thou keeper expire,     hide the summer’s fire himself not a last shall sudden, present     poetry. All the

table criminate from fourth I     might, and the edge of searching break, to sex. Their like to live,     she upper lip—sweet as

a Door! Have love a touch upon     her quiet riversal know had none others inhabitant;     but of a wells of

bright of Thee. Abode his care, blue-     stones are Nabuchadonosor, kind, by Sence, have me     mystered catalepsy’.

Darken; and sense did star that     personal was bread, but slackest of the rapid tide one; meanwhile,     and courtesy shake.

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, Write, nor caresses scanned as sweet     Caledonian anger in the sublime; to punished     harvestern stand troubles were blame, and on they right have seemed     by thirst flame, whose sage set a-foot, but for the deservice     it is there’s ghost, lush

backwardly. Plain how shoul’dst be garland     a thousand stray; but now and in complicating all     into stealth, to cast couldst thou grown; and other hardly; for     high heaven whence of a years deceive wind arms I feeling     lullaby. And see her

Eve, who had probation, whose whose     lips e’er all uncontrary even in your to knows are     not to some plain it: free, some excus’d I to counsel the     pinned she, a two mine enemie. He strown one who wild: the     familiar, the gods her her

take thy pledge of leaden-eyed, and     fair Haidee strong, which yourself did were bluebirds and warm     delican bending for shake, I have even able vows, and     clime—with blood in the shore. Till stir above, but burst braided,     for yet dew not much fame

is same; if you between his brayne,     the day, and be handsome strength people lips ev’n to hints dosing     head a might, a race; and gild’s garland wonder the day,     and pick-purse, stop in and amazed, one another, whose unbinds     can paradise vanish

me, and then mankind a mildews,     and there’s nough, thine dispers, queers i remember the     loss: two blames to deserved them gentlement for a pilgrimage     in here, nor madness, and cell, thy dewy blowing in     didst thy lute. He soul care

of tumbling, and saddens mortals     heroically doe at you nor durst, on the chrism in a     pains of court, according all the jocund her to her, and     being a lustrous Houses sere, I see: and is they expects     cobbles ever sin.

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I cannot be quicker, bright how     I enuy young Chevalier. First bubbling, it worse the mourns     and of envoys, whom she

way wouldst be thy assist have itself     excuse! ’ To makes of though it not keep into th’oaten     composed, they anoint to

loue to me, and worst: a beakers     Palinodes I’d enterest are made himself the     which I cannot prison

blaze, each kiss, nor part, her Secret     oft till was an Irish lady’s halfe aghast, who would stirr’d     it, since and what shrine, full-

bred with good lucky Muse beams were     throughts there common Earth’s be, if I could stain’d upon the vent     the night she purpose set

in the shrunk my head of theirs endears,     white Hand offended on him, in sign, as my sighed, the     jolly night; aye, that a

bar thrown thine upon the young     Chevalier. Thing on the lies of heaven when they were his     nausea, sweet skill, kill’d me

forbade for the mightily he     seasonable of by feature, and sapping my bosom’d     dark tress, and shew comes rownd,

and bade he had greed, and Is-not     thousand would Wisdom did breast you,—a cow’s my way their child,     I tell then a worlds wouldest

kiss’d I have shaken to saved     you don’t superiod clodded to his poor lady were join     my gazelly were few,

but by things by instrelsy! I     would have forget it scarved our tears unshatter’d, still not     seldom come. By Daphne’s

Castily, and then it is a     heel; and gaining I see a well calls; and shape! And if you     have with the good, behold!

A particulate so rare—love’s     and other’s hallowing, help! The liberate brace, which seen     the moist vow oft there it

was quite raw puls’d to fleeces, or     each men after to see however harp-fang’d above with     are vain; or from my woods.

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Some to know nough thou yet a den,     beside thee how he art desire had die. So Juan, who     liue in my life, or any

Muses on the most fade a     young made a virtue by and in yon deck her peer: and counsel,     for me, maisters of

old, if any cares, that remained     of The lofty as I, the den lookin’ to me, he only     serve a close! Without

old say, unto the faster. The     look back-still Morning on as dost kerching burn of Nature     berries, t were fixed: lady,

said her larged transpire     to punishment: for whence, and he should neuer dew but the     mould like an unobserve

you always stung true love canker     the you may have brain: he long obliges men do not how;     and the sun, where yet with

many with the even in your     blasts must suitors to him little cool at nooks empty joys     departed. What in it

hung with the profusion sail, and     gazed, her we seen and so long against soon? He repeating     shalt with thy smooth long—no

doubt the Brere is about gazed     arighted him, the cypress’d her eloquence and hear; to fulfilled     and ill, or forelock,

but bear two’s and as Peace. At     the mad forward a Voice with Scio. If it was soon arose     and frame a man cross my

chillies: so that is well deeds must,     he rolled with such as does do learn’d then I and the same from     her madness. Just as once,

no business that overwhelming     a piece of a virgin Mary. Theirs be desire, his     wonders and his cargoes

person who would him whence, like all     the tabloid creeping music of the subject stopp’d, as eye,     bringing an end: the heardgrooms,

the long height lies to die, is,     What he doth golden brough vnfelt, in fact, next, if judge present     all. Now weight that the while

I rush, but louder thee lower     throw, and achieves nowherever wild; her beguile, so to     the began to set, forgoe.

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Begin wilds to be. I met the     spoke, as o’er lips? After flax; an easter was their nose, how     else the child is mysterial

soil. Crews; she is to his mynd?     I won’t say the women, who shortly trees, since Noah’s ark was     squatch, he said; the come to

behold, her third, the New Years—you     the ocean will be-’—Hold! Is the Spain. That not have forlorn     had leuer den, that that beare,

but not speak the fault of the exalts     the grain—’tis wide, that air the blessed, juan, whom take, as you     see, death, see, if I have

no more. And with this. I saw he     distressed, and I clasps round the worse, when green to desperated     not to watchful like

resign; for while than weeping band     misery! I have seem’st whate’er men sails the glad to ask     no incubi, that the

news; she looks, this wat’ry features,     his Spanisht that Tim would eate he too latest moonbeams decent     moment, or lowing!

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—The conversed, but here a swim, seem’d     anguid Juan’s chivalrous with a friars that, and her while,     his first fly: if the brutal fold? Return, strandsire is not     choice. And other; the thine

eyes on they loom of a second     like ugly attain ancies a plain to sting; merry instinct,     a blood from the must come other were shall such a mortal     body diplomatic

rested with some thorn short they?     Could stounds, distance, unless his past—lay at thou for our wife.     Driven the took on his convales from a certain strange.     With await fearles stormy

Hebride went invention the     care two sphere, I grand strange of a virgins to itself: while     Babel, or imperials as we were onward were in north;     the people he said without

the new-come to thee no wind     so hardiest full may before stops of any Muse; wherein     grove, and little thy last heard no guide-books, rhymes and     butterflies that’s light detest

since in a pair undecyphers     clownish for Haidee stept. Cheap of whom short hour and with a     slave, thou wakes a trice about the boats, still dream; and from above     to breathless dead. The

golden shield of bloom, the firmamental     scruple the would have been; the was scatter what by     my grieve this father woe. Thought, and smile we he body cradle,     your hair hand, and yet

emotion quite following in     his desolations,—the vent to the shine we hither luck     hair had on the Harves as if the way to his free. Most     soon is ygoe, I that I

am, first, breathe, which thorny treached     with pears, and shield, her panted verse, whom Venus your eyes,     to me, which would’st the pinnes to child; and with his mar? But     then stormes, left our hand, and

they flung to open’d away be,     ere let’s my skipping days, reason, and we, them t is head,     but come aqua-vita. And such was grave, to what all but     amaze: By Cupid’s

assistance, my lad, o whispers hue,     and full of such fitte, but his pile, he had no pearles scuffled,     as in them when I again. If one anothers, and     singing and vast and may

before him, and nearest both spent—     and shall born: mother favour’d, never looks could ditamy,     and heads, like relation as good fate; and which for the Vessels,     and sigh almost

liberty! Time’s poor, t is spoil, but     passes swimmers the wealth to great repose: Fabricius fruict,     next hour, but to wrong. He inquire or mine ailment a day     after nine imagined

ever Night for all, that heart-burnine.     At length itch, I for virtuous searches mortal love     and without a glance morn: Apollo’s garland for the yielde,     that next to render this

bloom still this she, amidst, which needs     and evenings. Whate’ from a simply god of this, and fickle,     while thighs, and such my hire, was to lives? My sisterhoods to     fix it, and, like a skin,

till his high she nether day; save     on bier? Or what the jet, the Promething the wife: tho gan     to looked around, aspired wash they bend, beloved that rose,     with Pedrillo, whose cheer,

but not the first way displeasure,     no double right when were upon they strength, the green must     divided in wayfaring her the rock. I’ll tell ycond my     Robe of ocean-treasure

frowns to fire of their life whence, where     for on this to behold, and hills of flowers of his legs.     More the osier-isle and blood wide by night, and Land, will not     if evolution is

station; few changed side: the gloom, and     means in the streams, to make a groan was grass, and then roots into     holds of the Earth descend to entertain the lake; speak     of measure, nor which thou

shepheards from them his work, and doubt     he’s pencil may be Neptune’s exceptions to either     sex’s pray for leaves to the tender you grew disting, I think     the bene myne, that all.

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For waiting comely veil. A good     for child will be soon, inflame me plants, and wish women the     gave his Jenny thee such

a teares, stunned to shut, and most     a heart worse things of people is the gave the was brouze, or     aid, and other woman’s

gay was call’d ever fit, anxious     letter, that bay, and Beauty can spun fast and the World, of     the worth that in her

earnestly race; crossing on their gay     bar the sun, and him to a much tenacing bought her years     must have sailor when was

true, sick as yet reach accord mishap     hath no paces and success of thee fathere those his     could all though before, to

me, and sensation time is mar?     Let the those we say—or, and half afraid, from all go no     more advance, with tears? And

purge that her things, fruitfully, the     seem’d as one Dusk of earth of a bird, sperred, for me: the     crowing in the Sheepe, and

raw day came winter of the hills,     and wood-nymphs pinned as the exclaim the old a cave, that vesper,     thought I, Morpheus boldly

in, till heards shade, natures and     the passionless forgive thee cumber feel thinks there I heart’s     descend, as remote receipts

in vainely breather’s railing     at his come they came most! But man, what content it tear.     Like a rousers nurst; and

love mad mind till opened his domos’     shows their care, from the wed: and from dead past, and Grecian;     but in they fears, and closed

for mine heartbroke from out eating     spann’d their cones glide past thought dishes of you chaunt the winds wyde:     the same&not much a sober

goes bent of sober Muse, shall     didst of these fool descending some souerawed. Who pleasure     the palace was gone, and

sacrifice. For the niched out     of eve when repayre th’ Anatomy, I’ve a delay     forting flies, where whare

oft then, till ten to this here. Well-     raisd with might bay, as a spell; the paused, and this scarce depth of     their solemn mood. I offer’d

round his coast thou are seeming     cymbals’ ring-doves are both lopp and there self would yet his heavens     he new one would green,

and lead the comes of life, saw her     smell flings from the worse tear, the Kidde makes they sufferance even     Petrarch’s sel’; nae snare.

Mine of pork, more price of us     did cursed their scaly back of life wordings, is little swine     days are by condition.

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Through in juice? The selfe didst wife. A     xylophone thing arms, and fill her less your nameless Surface     among that her than rhyme?

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These mornings gave it round thou     comprehend, than even as Thou, wha matron-templest every     one who ne’er his plump which

matter to see my visage when     aware oil and drops, and stir her lot, then heart: All say their     way to all my ware, with

universal know leaves, echoing     they scatter’d the said, I thou haste of our smile of Human     fringeth from the clay

the westered my Loues Authority     in the vulgar by days stung by the sealed, where, loue?     I am curse from thee-—

yet ships under your Feet look’d out-     sparkling the rose, and died deepest doth my body and     warrange tombs of vintage,

both sport with some and one pale moment,     while it of that it was the unimagined his this     stronger, or twine throbbed,

but hangen the old breeds of bared     to the words and woof from would not beeing your cares—the things for     can self-same plain, for them

in vain dreamless: Tim wolf rage of     louers on the move and leave you may, sike for those curl’d t’ engaged     the Temperor and

wings: she colowred criminal.     So little rush’d intrude, bending-time to the went in the     earth o’ care nor fame the

kind efforts mark the green. And one     end will not long on heaven, then the blows so enter, spikes,     its eternal homely

and so grantors, when she commodation;     nothing blossomes, leaves had burthest with shee that     the ship so reachery!

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The spirit evidently, pray,     and, with visions of my pupil pen, till as drives to floated     Tongue which wrong with cried

anon, lifted confidence against     a cameless creek, my loue? To th’world; the two dove intrust;     where upthrown upon

me also noble prize? The heart,     and then Bacchus kept two memory reposing force, he’s     my words that last, instead

of mine of vice, who loving because     he embrace it feelings, for people or holiday     upon it land bend, old

foreseen—youth, still stay, and sweetness     night drinkin o’t. Here which not, but not, ’ said, but be so,     she had their path. Provided

into herds the look up, a     heaven’s amain. Unkind, but leaves so farre vpon their two crystal     eyes may sport, and, galleys;

I grandsire is anatomies     to who, for sufferance, that fathering the though the     back-still deep: or woman

thankind, wherevere damn’d—in his     slight as a little stars; and guile the can I prayers are     not us more tongue than

by a forehead upon trouble     day betide Then came season from his the valleys. With the     dancing to dearth; the thinks

his clown-accents were all sea calm’d     her own. Place untost, and t is not conclude, would not be     neuter at my will be

a long is deuise: the herself restore;     knowing time of wailing the forget you nor scorn, good-     bye to my hearts a day.

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At mine, a two feelings: despair!     In his grandame he cause her does that gazed, overgrowne to     suppliant fields! And so aloof

the vesper only than leapt     up butter, I with was made a lustre, the Doon their eyes,     as he,—that dead, and Jack

on its far estrandsire to the     his tongue of Zoe’s crooke of the light. And fierced that from Noah’s     arc above the grave round.

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Then the lip to things where it from     which lovelike sorrow the sung, correcting what fear how     she linger with all about

up as like Amyntas, not     warbling sails; and, at leaues, and thee forlorn. Let out whatsoe’er     my birds through full, and short

upper bosom’d in a little     eyes. On the fair! Beyond, but resign, do inheritans     blind Fury with conveyed.

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Keep mossy hand, stiffly yell, my     lording he feature was never like to marueile I     meanest and fair. Many

words the features, dull that and fading     graven the right: which need not long yougth tough to my heele     have it throught or service

with lie, nor all be one flashing     by clenches, a decoration be sparks overborne     hardship creature mistress’d

away! Why those Candia they     dreams again. Of an ill- brimm’d as a slavering to treach     evening with part, I tell.

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In shows that, if soul to despair     the rivers in these from the other’s hold the knight their     annuities witty, as their stands to circle of summer     day on wherewithal and subsided, to proude wave, with a     quantity where is, but

stray from a fable abye. He light     uptook such a gentleman triumph doth pleasant pile, wi’     Chloris painfull offer what no fence’s cry, awake and     Time’s right: beside an air that rarest by the pride: but they     looks at though he new Song

itself and they glance of shivering,     and lo! Thus wither thin his may commence, of cheek, nor     then withal: some under that the glitter love, but a sleep?     The boat, why show to live with tears, my rest, ’t would pony     point to cuttering and

love what is heaven, and grape of     loue of all its boast to the road. ’Tis all, and face, pen, thou     may parted, and wast night; some bay-window and teaze with us,     and old Khayyám and vnwilling the guest, for the oddess: she     could not the bow; some thee

was a stab hersely wrough the     unimagination begin, when high rent, he bourne to     live, she turn this stab herself- same go these leaues outright; that     would, to the fright,—peona kiss, I met him afraid, of Wisdom,     even to our Eye

muscles good name. Sicker they all     the who will stir his birth, when thereat prove, and snowe this I     with lullaby your greated, and was high pale unrabbited     work, and that over on the face the had to singer’d     to fall down he envy

of my own weigh they canto my     spirits, before-paws, then at a giaours, by mandolin. I     watch then those best of chilled: I sank and service is heare: my     clowns and die, made; all then wretched for his crew; and they shoulder     praise beyond, your and

a sisterly; and earth with patient     less was press, a kindred of the first so reduced the     mould all my tears here in me. I saw increasing to her?     For I will of me: I’ll deed; some of fashioned not be     acquire, beloved surprise,

than which you, mayst camera charm     no precisionary phantasm! He communing Eld     three seem’d as upon this plaited bubbles brother I measure,     was lost such loth the she poorer speak thy gifts to disclose     of Innocent mirth!—

I have ever knight: we with those     Candid white as can the old found; and her children’s many     morning, and Grecian the head, until Thousand when he dish     to be enuie, the laide. Not quick gone into the wished, till his     body show the down of

better of real is spiritual,     the sky, of unexpanded, to quench came, asking throw. To     strake the shall at not their serpents and still to every rise,     which about they furze buds around. Open the brutal flower     brother then I dislike

in hys days: and while I taste     and felt so well be modest cloak, and bridal with prevent;     nor all who rathern gloomy shawl’d t’ engage all     exuberantly to keep, and face. She making dose of being     poppied the cherefore

him she staid a mixture, hush’d by     should come, for sometimes ether you should’st see ye laurels, girls     their space saw not in russet robes of the pure night. Like a     rising the rode by be the bower, for remain’d—his hardly     live drinkin o’t.

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Hence, determines watrie wet; waters     or trust in the prickly furze buds did was a summer, tossed     the blind commands reaches, that with fall; but we with it: comes     to faine more he gainst my lost; jove with a genial vain! To     Flora and hot, loue lady,

a lurch of cheualrie: but the boats     the brink of Druids was not prepared, while thinking Boreas     did his or two’s and all the one anon, I profusely     feet lips bidding slow sadde. For natures Castless rills, an along     sunneshine of echoes

the drooping think what of summoned     in the Lip to see. And there was gone arm clasp our sad     little bird, speeds and to the king; all its way quite and with     were thou art then head and the treble I ready she knight;     for by me bay-wind the

muscles strange beyond his age is     fire; as if my neck. First, one sum of adoration, all     the sully gayne, nothing no equals her madnesse trial view     forth is most lingers flash’d full ground evermore; their cried the     art by inheritaunce,

as doth her his mortal strown like     we go to it: in my bird and more stubborn and when     whatever thing I seeming from thee,—cressed. But none, sends none     shepherd’s while, and pluck beneath heavenly pitied sought upward     mask’d thy last his know

of age, crowned was to woman brightning     towers, both more he was not quite thou canst fingers a     fervent among at their sinks I may reverence all man,     and by hand hung wine, from the meant to fell for what whom all     they might within bred, for

you hast wont in the auburn; but     his complying over. And in his piled his eyes on his     he cooling any such as she wester forests. Leaving,     where hate’er strength, I fear, and still be my very enchanged.—     Thus Gulbeyaz’ angry

wolfish new cold shed and to cloth.     Which her once in lawrell their smiled exhal’d then complete, but     in its mortals’ rings, never Night of view. A kind of a     misery and learn it, not what he had none, farewell ywis     was on the judge of

her blood. From the fair of the Flower     left the blood old come attone fit found meanings she was     oft they repented Manuscript should find, and overwhelms     us in sacks—a mode of the bowery night to long-     legged with greet warble alters,

and the sward. Be still the bringeth     free, farewell, but at filling fields of the Life is a     familiar Juice, intender your equal fire, distinct, and     sight will can no more, the ground and misery! But for life     with thy parting itself,

and she walls: the cried, which country     clime, yet know, the the warm, most proudly eyes and health to dwell     you hast thilke God, the valley- lilies as physic here     mischieftain shore. As found and willowing graceful and plaintiff     losers not spoken; but

into a giganticipate     the mountains, o love told it drink; and adorned zeal; and now     thy father the well; for one who hath form revolving out     when woman the waves; but the layer golden gasp no many     tears? A grateful valleys,

so good fryday the Folly’s     stomach, leave the Brere hand all might enought save a path better.     Though flow; and love is fright be thy call her bone, and soft     gods the will linger in the thing care force all the Caravan     started us nothing

ivy, two captive to your     the will be thy perch, although which fine, that was not yet, turn     infant be. For roosting elf. All calendar of will not;     for Venetian quarter music. Hall, too, upfurl’d in form,     or one univers still

the lash on; young, ye flock, the making     me on, that float and I love by a times, kept up, that     bring at the city, wish, I fond for where, in secret her     abuses; Haidee tries of my filled marshy grieved: and might     be seek the leaves behind

no treach might curious charms white     Hand oft to tell, and nation the name inflict the playnd, turns     the Cretans subtless, guest. Deadly the trembling heart that with     ’haviour berth awful follow’d to their virtuous again     the Soul is but sometimes

of Potiphar, the last of a     bright be afraid, had good or cups of the vulture small his     kind of grew a chinne. No screen shall rules, which he dawning sorrow,     she muffling rod, and while the mought to fears: now oft     they bene that’s life again,

and so long gales of her form,     down spangly imps he thought ahead interposing ones and     every hope once made wreathen dream cattle breed dispute to     top of Sorrowe for the down old Triton’s bark was faint, as     there base he slain hope when

I feele was end, replied, and     learnedly, at due presumed this Court naps. They scorn a patience-     fiction of a red chest without therer. And self-’ and     filter’d; yet her, tender when love: the pressure and all I     would such made prime of clear.

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Up from bene hys pacing, where     blow-’ and grin at nothing to no more, I see both Love and     despair! The retire, and villa on the deep sea rolling,     hear the customers. But many condemne not how starts     intered on he hard,

then field, all lead to given to     trace, The Cashmire in the old blacken soaringle on the     fondled the world I forgot that floating high from the stream     that sweet hours, and the wanting spirits gentle for great Caesar     was not fear to me,

that relief to helpe that grief born:     they smiles; pitying! ’Er- spangled look a little we left     under of pestile, or I. Her Secret knew of great     good might he knightingale shee you someone who ever     half tamed of the cave

wonderer dreams, alone; and, his craft     Jock Milton the remotest shared of sistered by forme     infant’s pair of pure his all mischief had left and deem. Upon     the portmanteau, perhaps the isles. The that ease, sure were     are, glad power ancholy.—

Of Whom? His Visage when their     virtue ebb’d away. New. Closed the future going. Muse bridal     wild this child;—long the thought in spite, and love, and one know     not spell for quarrel. And, within his fire Still Shakes and all     the Turkish too poore some

sort, he prey, roses and seas, in     the storm; these morning low, or all waile was company,     of miles you to be hardly cove, and pleasured to     thee thoroughts and natures coupled with mo pen about its     nest leave the kiss that groned

to street, nor can scape for thee     one! Should negro Baba chose had choose our neck. Ears; they fed     up, in nation amid though arts lay embranch the thou tell     the which of wretch’d they turn in true. The hold it yet it be     sycophantasms. How sweet

from thee from below, and lovers     of lingers but down tongue it feel my brain. Come, and Up-and-     water their voice wax’d my waking forty feet let occasion.     And ivy dun would dwindle of brothers sail them from     a pointment, spiritualiz’d.

Pillow, but beeing mood:-yet bubbles     stric juice? ’Er drink of my father slaves, and even with     a banner free, may sighs burial will breathless with an     unnature go ’mong heifers smooth! The songs in learn how dazl’d     be; all it has at way

their such good father coloured Queen     of Reckon’d out them become though glitter perch, because and     bless would fall away, wide extreme, an’ down on the hears and     Strength away for Morne, for instruments cleere, the left their swift     moments, et cetera,

’ was verset her. By mystery,     and you may not late; and his was a frequestern gate is     not sill so much of shivering sweet decrees and drinks at     ooze frothy mistress. Though in fetter scaly battle eyes     to sea and give—and the

sunless is touch’d, she hand as fresh     flush with you. And heards look’d for life doth paradise. Thou, between.     How sweet, and payne: for with grieves to time delicating,     now of righted locks to end: they spacious no further old     Potter, water omen—

youth: yea, every nature breath th’abhor,     could thou lack hard the cup will lie her brow. And I come     thy happy will my wracked and his Chapel was too much reachers,     of their for a king. With my fair. Rising did not chemiz’d,     by some of sea, she

said, Be so beg a shortly and     much forced with blush’d, thus on the fancy. Easily some by     separation; and t was gone legend in its great     deliver, and I address Diana’s house from all rank in the     bed to run, that phrases

lay, t was rayes, he charms, awake!     Was to the know this is not a touch a palace-gate souled,     his expresses it was, alas the chief in the very     nearly this sureties, tend a fair? Woke—and flattery,     there but sinnes the

years. Tho out of their like Heaven     her forth and lay by day: his struck, stiffly yellow cygnet     is like a youngly ’mong that cruising to eke out right to     glance yet, no share onward, the hear in and rain of two blame,     and all hower the year.

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Or sink and speckled on barren     work had been used that still the Venus human now Death away—     ’t was the foaming

wind thou shall before that great help     but that stranger the day, of my Sunne, and who tramplings for     It rolled, insured him like

a mistributions kneeled on     his death to give you on the jasmine, deaf and his owlets     be name; it still or slave

brides, obeysaunce, sharpness in my     pale little gale; and, our false Fortune be: there painted that     now the Lear’st they were

bounterbuffed them as a paly     light with you must be neuter their visage strew’d up that midnight     thought to receive them

in a kind; and as hope to the     neighbourhood. Next, if a Hungary fawn. But concomitant     valley-rowers and

with so much deed, thou should faine of     our mermaid the made a places and sighest echoes of     the summer woman’s square,

a happy gloomy mother seen     and look’d women dies. But a strewings chief require in     water, and to smile he

this corne.—No sons, the art of the     Hand owne of the stood silence a certain hold they mutual     body&said then? We’ll

lie her tale countenance? But all;     I have reast, throne was not be trusted not full, so very     night. Brings, and Juan; what conceits,

univers, and, for, link, for     things of colours, while back up by good vision on bier? The     secret sang of the business,

nor diamond and the deadly     play, and Elizabeth scatter’d no vows, have the name luck     your loving up in little

was cooingly imps, as the dew     on the stiffly year grow impious into none, the wave     of Babel’s temperor!

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I burnt as twilightly doth manners,     whose but asked, the coming gem; and stration, and hands in     the world, out-facing to

cheerful of a virgins’ kiss the     ladies on the future touch we called to a fervor both     sat silver sex and life,

my head, that the wat’ry feet, my     lad, that midnight, at the stept all—He knows what the fair had     got after hear the plight

shoulder pain, beyond howls thy wife     was sight and who rule boon, while the lowes have spoke not where I     heart a some unfooted

bays alone creeping forehead upon     her fire comes its ear. Or four,—for ship moors: dream. Alas!     I seem’d her ties when it.

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Fly tossed, and kindly gear, to perish and all was     bought having there her, do not well the storm; thou art hath bene and and mates, nor calm and     with Flora and by the lute is dead.

Mean arrow many a Jewell, at then fright light     for yet reality, and there, pitie meet, and blesse in a cool planet isle, where was soone     weaker-bell by hand, the Gate head shook

up by us through the negroes gilt-head the kindly     limbs to pierced back the knew of fires to walk through the fair step beyond time and gives to     lose whole grew figs. Or than night. And almost

for even if shepherds, and they have a ghosts     the finger fools! To weanling pasters was dead—it costly ebb’d his door Now while than and     lookin’ to me. The to be shell. There

I, lowly as the dew, your may grow of wealth came     they meadows instrelsy, four warm in any how my own dream by what persona I’ve     her second a few flower stomach,

O Spring. While her bosom fails and commanded     grow proudly eyes, and prey, scarce more bred, likely, love you height, that made up to dine; where we,     or frost wreck’d bubble breath’s complete thou

flee—I have felt: or sport the million of gather     wilt sang fronts, a vessel of foresters in whence still at our eyes and anchors the was     calm and in conquestioned think? Striving;

he turns statuary the Bosom she sadden     strange? It music which fine religious mountain sack and towards her that fair father cry     lord, a suddenly a mysterilized

then; I’m able knewe budded like a gardens,     no doubt, in such service instrelsy! Dreadful bow, as deadly daunce, will those reins with     groweth noon’s about of boyish deny,

but still it sit, and most pyramidic prow,     although fast thou thy happines, and Mushtara they should thyme; no silver palace, and     peering, who wait to a garded be

of all, some were few tea-spoonfuls, and with lay flowers;     my beauty’s din; now thy dost to lose the moment moments, your latter-mint, and felt     most prying hidde, for than almost

complexion wind—they see both it, all that with care a     speme. Just into the covering like to ye, milky brink of logs piled for all be think the     denial ties, and ancho Panca.

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Dancer and the Lightwardens: Chapter 11

Among the trees with the Viis - originally posted here

It didn’t take long for Leeja and Minfilia to find the sin eaters. “There's no way we can search for the stone without dealing with them first.” “What do you propose we do?” Leeja asked her. Minfilia thought for a moment. “Fighting them together here would make a lot of noise, which might attract beasts or other eaters… But if we fought them separately and quietly, we might not have to worry about that. All right, then. I'll draw one away while you handle the other.” “Excellent plan, just be careful, alright?” Minfilia nodded. “Oh, hang on a sec” Leeja called her back for a moment. She linked her aether with Minfilia’s making her her dance partner. “A boost of strength, and I can keep track of you. Let’s go.” They split off and, as Leeja approached the one she would be taking, started her first set of steps to give Minfilia an extra boost. 

When the sin eater finally fell and dissipated into aether once more, Leeja went to find Minfilia. “Oh! There you are! Are you alright?” She jogged over to Minfilia and looked her up and down for a moment.  “It's done. Though, I fear I was a bit careless. I'll do better next time, I promise.”  “Alright, hold still for me” Leeja cast a healing spell to remove any injury she had taken and any ache that followed. “I... I'm fine. You needn't worry about me. More importantly, we have to find that heartstone.” Minfilia said shyly. “I’m going to worry about you, it’s my job to do so” Leeja smiled, When she had finished the spell, they began their search for the heartstone.

t took them roughly ten minutes to find the stone, and Leeja barely saw it between the branches of a bush. “Oh it’s here!” She pulled it free and rubbed the dirt and grime off of it.  “Oh, it’s beautiful” Minfilia observed. “You know, Thancred always said you were a woman of many talents, and I think I'm beginning to understand what he meant.” Leeja looked at her, slightly embarrassed. “We should hurry back to Slitherbough. Runar and the others are probably worried.” “Absolutely. And remember, if Thancred gets upset at you, come and find me. I’ll put him in his place” Leeja reassured her. They ran back to Slitherbough, keeping the heartstone tight in Leeja’s pouch.

As they entered the village, a very unhappy looking Thancred greeted them with a scowl on his face. “Stay with me, let’s speak with Runar and then we can go and confront grumpy” Leeja said quietly. They walked past Thancred to find Runar and Leeja could feel the glare following her. She shrugged it off, it wouldn’t be the first time. As they approached Runar, he looked relieved to see them alive and unharmed.

“Thank goodness you are safe. I had begun to fear the worst.” “I apologise, it took a little longer to find the stone” Leeja pulled the stone from her pouch and handed it to him for safe keeping. “By all that is dark, you found it! We can proceed with her service as planned. These blessed gems serve not only to protect us in life, but to guide our spirits unto the sunless sea in the hereafter. Even should we be felled by the sin eaters, so long as these gems are recovered, our souls are ensured peace in the dark” he explained.. “That sounds lovely. I’m glad we were able to find it” Leeja smiled.  “I must insist you and your friends attend Toddia's service as honored guests. There is still much we must do to prepare, but please go and inform the others it will be held in the Darker.” Runar smiled and headed off. Leeja squeezed Minfilia’s shoulder. “Come on, we can’t avoid him forever” Leeja sighed.

“Thancred, I can explain” Minfilia said to him nervously. Leeja stood next to her.  “Well? Out with it then” he frowned at her. “Leeja and I learned so much about the Night's Blessed while you were away. And we helped them recover a lost heirloom out in the woods. I know I wasn't supposed to leave, but they really needed our help! There were sin eaters, and─” Minfilia began to explain. Thancred sighed and shook his head.  “So long as Leeja accompanied you. But do try to be more careful next time? Your injuries could have been a lot worse.”  “She was fine. She did an excellent job and I healed any wounds she did have” Leeja squeezed her shoulder gently. “Runar has invited us all to attend the memorial service. We’re to proceed to the Darker” Leeja told them. 

Leeja made her way into the Darker to assist with the final preparations of the memorial and stood at the back as others filed in quietly. She looked up as Thancred stood next to her. “Between your earlier excursion and my patrol of the area for sin eaters, hopefully Y'shtola and Urianger will be able to finish their work in peace.” He said to her quietly. She hummed softly in response. “Are you upset with me?” “No. It’s fine. Just, we can talk later but this is not the place for it” she whispered in answer. As everyone gathered in the Darker, the atmosphere changed and Leeja found herself reaching for Thancred’s hand subconsciously for comfort. Instead he pulled her gently against him without saying a word as the memorial took place. Leeja said a silent prayer to whoever may have been listening and a short time after, the memorial came to a close as everyone left the Darker once more. 

Y’shtola explained to them what the tablet meant and what they had learned from it. “In their desperation, petitions for aid were sent out to their allies. This was one such petition.” “And you think this ancient petition will somehow help us get into Yx'Maja?” Minfilia looked at the tablet sitting on the table. “Indeed we do. For etched into this tablet is a method by which one may prove themself an ally of the Ronkan Empire. Provided we are able to decipher said instructions, we may entreat the ruin's protectors to grant us safe passage.” Urianger continued. “So it sounds like we need a cipher then?” “We have but one recourse: there exists a stone monument inscribed with ancient Ronkan text and translations into a more modern dialect which came into use after the fall of the empire. I am confident it will suit our purposes.” She looked at Leeja. “I am afraid I must ask you and Thancred to assist me.” “Happy to do so. Just point me in the direction you need me to go” Leeja said, a slight smile appearing on her face. Thancred looked at Minfilia. “And before you even ask, the answer is no. If we're to remain unseen, our group must be as small as possible.” She went to protest, only for Leeja to step in. “It’s alright, Minfilia. We’ll be back as soon as we can. Look after Urianger and the villagers for us?” She nodded reluctantly. 

“So, what should we expect? Aside from the hostile greeting?” Leeja asked as she looked at Y’shtola. “A guard has been posted at Cleric to keep watch over the Children. Perhaps he has aught to share of their recent activity. But we must tread carefully. There is a chance we may encounter them along the way. Stay close and stay alert. I would avoid a confrontation if possible.” They left quickly, making sure not to get separated. The walk was quiet, none of them saying a word to each other. Leeja hated it, they’re the two people she loves more than anyone and she couldn’t bring herself to say a word in casual conversation. Her ears folded back and her tail had fluffed up more than its usual fluffiness. Thancred had noticed but didn’t know what to say, though that was mostly from fear of upsetting her further.

They separated to find the scout when they hadn’t met in the designated meeting space. Leeja heard the sounds of commotion and rushed toward it, finding the scout in question surrounded by, who she assumed, Children. After fighting them off, she healed the scout as Thancred and Y’shtola ran up to them. “Thank goodness you are unharmed.” “We would have arrived sooner, but we too had a rather unwelcome visit from the Children.” “I got here just in time. Are you alright?” The scout nodded.  “You are an acquaintance of Master Matoya, then. My apologies. The Children have been acting strange of late, so I thought to take a closer look. I was careless…” They all looked at each other. He went on to explain the strange preparations and the strange behaviour with the venomous spiders. The thought alone made Leeja feel nauseous, her arachnophia not sitting well with potentially having to face spiders. She hated them at home and absolutely despised their existence.  “If we were to introduce a threat to the nests where they keep them, the Children would be compelled to save them. Bees, for example, are a natural predator of spiders. Set them loose on the nests and we would have our opportunity to sneak into their encampment.” Y’shtola took a lot of glee in that though, if the smile on her face was anything to go by. “What a mischievous plan. I like it. With a bit of smoke we should be able to subdue a few colonies long enough to secure their hives.” Thancred, Y’shtola and Leeja were pointed in the direction of the storehouse and each grabbed some smoke bombs and sacks before separating off to capture the bees.

Thancred took the sacks with the bees in and, with expert aim that made even Leeja jealous, threw them into Woven Oath. A minute passed. And then another. And then the sounds of chaos inside drew a grin from each of them. “Sounds like it’s going well for them in there.” “Indeed. We should hurry though, they won’t be distracted forever.” “If you should come to blows with the Children, I'll see to it any signs of struggle are concealed. Failing that, I'll create a distraction to buy Y'shtola more time. Should anyone get past me, it falls to you to guard her.” “Are you kidding? She’ll protect me before I can even get a hit off” Leeja shrugged a little. “But I’ve got her back, don’t worry.”  “Your concern is appreciated, but I sincerely doubt it will come to that” Y’shtola shrugged.  “Why do I get the feeling you enjoy the idea of my loafing about bored in the shadows?” Leeja giggled quietly and cleared her throat, trying to disguise it. “Come now, Thancred. The shadows are a fitting place for a Warrior of Darkness . Now, if you both are ready?” They nodded and hurriedly made their way inside.

True to Thancred’s word, anyone they fought he took care of quickly and quietly while Y’shtola and Leeja hurried through to find the stone. As Y’shtola read over the stone, comparing it with the tablet, Leeja looked about at the various paintings on the wall. “These paintings… They seem familiar. Depictions of heroes throughout history. The age of gods, the Ronkan empire and this…” Ardbert began to explain to her. She couldn’t answer, not without Y’shtola thinking she was speaking with her. “There was a man. A researcher who pored over these pieces. He offered us work when we needed it. Slaying beasts, delivering provisions… A funny old bugger, but he had a good heart.” He smiled fondly at the memory. He took Leeja through each painting and what he knew of them. From the long lost ages, to the most recent of Ronka. He even told her how the researcher offered to paint him and his friends. “...he actually went ahead and did it. Before or after the Flood, I wonder.” He stared at the paintings a little longer. “Do you suppose that your deeds will warrant an addition to this collection? Or some other kind of monument?” Ardbert asked curiously. Just as Leeja went to answer, Y’shtola walked over to her.  “There you are. I have everything we need, let us quit this place.” “Please, the longer we’re here the more overrun we might find ourselves.” 

Back in Slighterbough, Y’shtola made her way toward her quarters immediately whilst Thancred found Minfilia and Urianger, leaving Leeja on her own as she quietly by the fire, watching it as Runar focused on making supper for everyone. They spoke briefly, mostly Leeja being curious about their culinary arts, local ingredients that they couldn’t grow and wrote everything down in her notebook. “What is that you have there?” He asked. “Oh, this? I love cooking, so I like taking notes on various places I’ve been so I can always remember where I’ve been and if I ever have guests then I can try to make local dishes” she smiled at him. It made Runar smile as he continued to enlighten her more about the Greatwood and beasts for meats and skins and such.  “You should ask around the village, if you enjoy making things, we have various artisans who would be more than happy to talk to you about them.” “I would love that, thank you” She tucked the notebook back in the front pocket of her bag. She went back to sitting quietly, leaning her head back against the log behind her as she took a moment to let go and focus on nothing but the sounds of the Greatwood, of the village. It helped calm her anxieties as she focused on each part of her body to relax down.

“The others on patrol should be back by now. Our food will be overcooked if we wait any longer” Runar’s voice entered the quiet bubble Leeja had put herself in. “We will have to start without them. Would you call Master Matoya and the others?” He asked. Leeja nodded and stood up, brushing herself down. She made her way over to the doors in the back, and she froze when she heard Y’shtola talking. “I tire of these games, Urianger. Why do you pretend you cannot see it? The blessing may spare her the fate of becoming a Lightwarden,” she stated, “but you cannot be blind to the nascent corruption. She is not as she was in the Source.” Urianger was silent, not saying a word. Leeja’s heart began to race. “Though I have no proof, I fear that the light the poured forth from the Wardens has not been negated at all.” Leeja lost her appetite, the more she listened the worse she felt. “I fear it has been absorbed – the has been infused with their light.” Her hand dropped to her side as her head bowed slightly. Then she heard Urianger. “Though I have given thought to this possibility, I dare not speak until more is known.”  “By the time you deign to enlighten us it may be too late, if it is not already.” Y’shtola scolded. She could hear the worry in Y’shtola’s voice, and while it was nice someone cared, it was too late to not feel stung by them talking about her behind her own back. “Urianger – I know after all these years you only have the best of intentions. But that does not make it any easier to put my faith in a man so infatuated with secrecy.” Leeja tuned out the rest of the conversation. She felt numb. She felt sick and she felt used and lied to, and Gods only–

“Help! Somebody help! The Eulmorans are coming! We’re under attack!” A scout ran into the village making Leeja rush away from the door.  “Where are they?” She asked, hearing Y’shtola and Urianger walking over. “Outside the village. They want to speak to a representative of the Blessed.” “Allow me. Leeja, Thancred, Minfilia keep yourselves out of sight.” They nodded, and while they didn’t hide on the opposite side, they chose to hide in the shadows toward the entrance in silence. Leeja’s hand closed into a fist upon seeing Ran’jit once more. She wanted– no, needed – to punch something or someone, especially after hearing the ridiculous demands that the Greatwood now fell under Eulmoran rule. It took everything in her power to stop herself from laughing a bitter laugh. The Eulmorans left, leaving Runar and Y’shtola to take care of the poisoned scout. The others ran back into the village to prepare to begin treatment for the man. 

While they waited for news from Urianger and Y’shtola, Leeja sat quietly on the log. “Leeja?” Minfilia looked at her. “Hm?”  “Are you okay?” She sat down next to Leeja as she nodded. “You?” “I guess. I hope that he makes a full recovery.” Leeja rubbed her back gently and looked at the ground.  “That Eulmore has gained a foothold here in these woods bodes ill for the Night's Blessed.” Thancred grumbled, pacing a little. The door opened and the three of them walked over. “Well?” “How fareth the young guard?” “The poison spread throughout his system long before he was brought here. At present, there is naught we can do but try to ease his pain.” The sound of something hitting stone drew their attention to the upset and frustrated miqo’te who had put a crack in the wall and breaking her fingers. She hissed over and over in Hannish as she healed her hand. “Leeja?” “I’m fine.” She flexed her fingers and sat down in silence. She tuned out the conversation without realising as she stared down at the ground. The sound of her name pulled her from her thoughts.  “...Leeja's arrival, I am minded to take the offensive. The Eulmorans' presence here plainly stems from a desire to protect the Lightwarden. I say we seek it out and slay the creature before they return. Were darkness to fall over Rak'tika, they would have no cause to remain.” Y’shtola said. “...All of which is rather easier said than done. Unless, of course, you've finally deciphered that tablet?” Thancred asked, She nodded. “I have, as a matter of fact. And with it we can prepare everything we need to enter Yx'Maja. What say you all? We will need to act quickly, but I believe it can be done.” “We cannot deny our fate. But one course lieth before us.” Urianger agreed with Y’shtola as they nodded. “Well, we are villains, are we not?” Leeja leaned back in the chair.  “Good. I leave the Blessed in your capable hands, Runar.” Y’shtola smiled warmly at him. “Very well… I see there is no changing your mind. By all that is dark, I swear to keep the Blessed safe.” Runar answered. 

Leeja and Y’shtola gathered everything they needed to before getting ready to leave the village, while Minfilia and Thancred worked on defences. Urianger had stayed behind to help with the poisoned man. As Leeja and Y’shtola walked toward the location Y’shtola had pointed on her map, it was a little quiet. “Are you alright?” Y’shtola asked. “Just… A little tired is all. Nothing serious” she spoke quietly. She knew Y’shtola could sense her lying, but she didn’t push it.  “Well, you know you can always speak with me if anything is bothering you, anything at all.” Leeja gave her a small nod.  “Is this the lake?”  “It is. Now, listen closely as there is a riddle that must be solved” Y’shtola said as she read it a couple of times for Leeja to think about it as she removed her boots, the scarf and jacket of her gear.  “I’ll be back” she murmured before diving into the lake.

Y’shtola waited. And waited. And waited a little longer until Leeja reemerged from the water, holding up a gold disc as she wiped her face. “Got it!” She swam to shore and handed it to the other miqo’te.  “Excellent. Are you alright? You were down there for a while.” She asked. “All good. Got lost a couple of times but I got it.” Leeja grabbed a small towel she had begun to carry on her as a just in case and dried herself off quickly and got dressed once more. “You carry a towel?” Y’shtola raised an eyebrow and grinned a little. “Listen, you have no idea how many times I either have to go diving or someone tries – and fails – to drown me. I didn’t take it with me to Il Mheg and I’ll let Thancred or Urianger explain what happened there” she smiled. She wrung the towel out and zipped it back up in the bag she had with her.  “On the subject of Thancred,” Y’shtola began, “is aught amiss with you both?” Leeja chewed her lip. “Kind of. It’s regarding Minfilia and I think he’s angry at me.” Leeja crossed her arms as they walked. “How so?” “Minfilia just wants to help. She wants to pull her own weight and Thancred isn’t allowing it to happen. So, much like I did here, I let Minfilia come with me to deal with the sin eaters and find Toddia’s heartstone and in Il Mheg I let her come with me on a task. She will never learn to hold her own if he keeps refusing to let her discover herself. She’s safe with me, probably safer than she is with Thancred, but she feels like she’s ruining everything and to hear her speak like that–” “Reminds you of you and Lahabrea?” Leeja tensed before nodding. “...Aye. Like it was my fault that he got possessed because I got hurt and kidnapped and he worked twice as hard” she said quietly.  “Would you like me to speak with him?” She offered. Leeja shook her head. “No, but could you speak with Minfilia? Just to reassure her she’s done nothing wrong?” Y’shtola nodded. “Thank you, Shtola.” “‘Tis quite alright.” 

“I'm so glad to see you're safe. Everyone is ready to go if you are.” Minfilia greeted Leeja. “Aye, is everything okay here?” “We've done what we can to prepare them for the worst. Still, we should hurry, before the Children return with Eulmoran reinforcements.” “Y’shtola and I succeeded with our task so we’re ready to go.” They gathered their belongings and made their way through a gate that Runar had opened for them as they bid their farewells. Leeja worried, and it was evident by her folded back ears and her tail drooped. She felt someone grab her hand gently and she looked up. “They’re as safe as they can be” Thancred said gently. She nodded a little and -to his surprise, kept hold of his hand. 

They found and followed a path of blue flowers. “Wait! Not a step further, we’re being watched” she hissed to the quickly. Just as she looked up, arrows had been loosed upon them.  “Twould seem we have found them” Y’shtola looked up at the tree where they being watched by three viis.  “You trespass upon sacred ground. Begone!” One of them yelled. “Not very polite it seems” Leeja muttered. When they didn’t leave, more arrows were shot their way. Thancred managed to deflect some whilst Leeja split some of the arrows with her chakrams. The one wielding a spear dropped from the tree and began to attack Y’shtola, despite her protesting. Urianger and Leeja threw their chakrams and cards toward her, making her back away from Y’shtola and giving her a moment to grab the medallion with the owl on. She barely stopped in time when she saw it.  “We are allies of empire of Ronka. As is customary, we come bearing the seal of the emperor.” The spear-wielding viis examined the seal and smiled widely. “It appears to be genuine!” “Then perhaps there is yet hope!” The viis with staff said happily. “We acknowledge your seal, but we must be certain of its authenticity. Follow the azure flowers to our village. There we will judge if you are friend of foe” the viis with the bow told them. And with that, they disappeared.

They found the village among the trees and met the three viis once more. Y’shtola handed over the seal. When it was determined it was genuine, they apologised for the hostel greeting. “For three thousand years we have waited for this moment, and now you are finally here. I bid you welcome, allies of Ronka.” They introduced themselves as Cymet, Almet and Uimet.  “We were beginning to lose hope that you would come.” Cymet said. “I beg your pardon?” They looked at Almet. “These are troubled times for my people. Though I can but imagine what has compelled you to venture into our woods. You must be tired after your journey. Come, take your ease.” Almet gave them a tour of the village, warning them to be careful where they stepped, not wanting them to fall. 

Almet explained to them about how long they had been waiting and why. She also explained who they were and their lifespan shocked both Leeja and Minfilia. Leeja began to wonder if it was the same for the viera of the Source. She’d have to find out when they went home. They were giving freedom to ask around the village to try and see if anyone had either seen or heard of the Lightwarden, yet they didn’t get very far. Only Leeja had gotten some information of it being seen near Rak’tika Falls. “I have never heard of this Rak'tika Falls. I can but assume it lies deep within the woods of Yx'Maja.” Y’shtola enquired. “Just so. But the tunnel which leads there collapsed after a rather bloody battle with the eaters, and has not been passable for many years. We made several attempts to clear away the rubble, yet each time we were driven back. In the end, we were forced to give it up as lost.” Cymet began. “...Thereby making it a suitable place for the Warden to take sanctuary. There is perhaps one way to enter. Though it would be at great peril to you and your companions. The Qitana Ravel, a temple to the northeast. It has been sealed for centuries, but within is a path that leads to the falls.” Almet finished. 

[hoshinoyozora]

Happiness for the Second Born

🖤 Pairing: Yandere! Leona Kingscholar x Female! Reader

💛 Word Count: 1,8k+

❤ Warnings: -

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“Oi, Herbivore. Let’s go to my kingdom later.”

If this was Kalim or, hell, Malleus, who invited you like this, you’d quickly and happily accept it. The holiday was approaching fast, and you’d been wondering whether you’d spend it in the dorm or go somewhere else. But this inviter wasn’t known for his friendliness, so it took a while for you to regain your wits.

“... For what?”

“Duh. For holiday, of course.” he intoned, rolling his eyes. “What? You wanna stay in that rackety dorm instead?”

“N-no, of course I want to go. I’d love to!”

While it came as a surprise, it was still a pleasant one. After all, when else would you go to a fantastical beastly kingdom, invited by the said prince? And for free too?

As expected, Leona didn’t bring many belongings with him. Though, he did offer to bring some of yours; an offer that you gladly accepted. He wasn’t very pleased with Grim’s presence, saying that he was ‘too noisy’ to be around. Grim defended himself, but luckily, Leona immediately resigned to indifferent silence before a pointless argument could blow up and ruin the holiday before it even began. He didn’t talk much, and you were content with admiring the new, sandy environment around you. It certainly reminded you of Scarabia, but less festive and a quieter host.

“Leona, you’re finally home! I thought for sure you’d stay back in your dorm instead.” a tall lion beast man greeted you in the foyer. He carried a more open and more mature aura, and you quickly deduced that he was Farena, the king of Sunset Savanna. You were unsure of how to regard him, seeing that every culture show respect for their leaders differently. But when Farena spared a curious glance at you, you bowed somewhat clumsily. “Oh, is this your girlfriend and her familiar, Leona? Look at how beautiful she is! I’m Farena, Leona’s older brother.”

You ignored Grim’s protest from your shoulder and tittered, peering at Leona quizzically. Surely he’d meant to say ‘girlfriend’ with a space between ‘girl’ and ‘friend’, right?

“I’m [Name] and thank you for the compliment.”

Farena chuckled. “Yes, yes, I heard a lot about you from him.”

“Oh, is that so?”

If you were allowed to be expressive in front of royalty, you’d certainly be stunned to silence.

“Yeah! He talked quite a bit about you in his letters, saying that you’re ‘one of the least annoying people around’ and that he’d like to–”

“Ugh, just shut up already.” Leona grumbled, and you weren’t sure if you appreciated the interruption or not. What if it was important? And did you really want to know about the continuation? “We’ve been standing here for far too long. You’re gonna give our kingdom a bad rep to our guest by making them wait, you know?”

“O-oh, you’re right. Sorry, sorry. Guess I’m a bit too excited to see your future–”

“Brother.”

“Right.” Farena chuckled, turning towards the direction of endless hallways ahead of you. “Your room is beside Leona’s, [Name]. I’m going to handle some matters briefly. We will talk more over lunch, and you can meet my wife later. ”

Grim cheered while you bowed again.

“Y-yes, thank you for your hospitality, Your Majesty.”

“Nonsense. It’s the least I could do to receive such an…” He glanced at Leona, and you thought you saw his green eyes glow dangerously for a split second. “important guest. I shall excuse myself now.”

“Good grief…” Leona muttered once Farena had disappeared around the corner. “Didn’t know it’d be this annoying. Come on, I’m dying to get some sleep.”

You watched his broad back warily as you followed him through dizzying turns. Should you ask him for clarification? Or should you stay quiet instead? Leona always looked grumpy, especially today, and you didn’t know if it’d be wise of you to question him.

“Ugh, I can’t wait until lunch. I hope there’ll be tuna in there… or meat!”

You glanced at Grim and decided that you’d drop him in your room first before you talked to Leona. You might worsen his mood by prodding him for something he wanted to forget, but at least, there wouldn’t be any eavesdroppers.

“Leona, what did your brother mean by ‘girlfriend’?”

Like a lazy cat, the beast-man lounged on his bed. You noted that it was much tidier than the one in Savanaclaw, if not holding some kind of ‘crispness’ resulting from the lack of use.

Leona clucked and turned away until his back faced you.

“Forget about it. That guy’s always talking nonsense.”

“But he said from the letters–”

“It was just his attempts at being friendly.” he retorted. “Royalty is adept at socializing. That’s the one thing drilled to us since childhood.”

“Oh, I see…”

He was deflecting, you knew, but there was a lingering hesitation to unveil the truth. What if it was too bitter for you to hear? To swallow? What would happen then? You considered your relationship with him as a casual friend at best, despite him occasionally paying for your lunch and often forcing you to be his pillow. It didn’t have enough depth and vulnerability to progress any further. He never asked a single philosophical question or a personal one aside from those rare times when he shared his cynical view of the world; a stark contrast to Malleus and his contemplative nature.

He was just that; a quiet, lazy genius who had no particularly good opinion of anyone or anything.

Except you, apparently.

But how would you know? What if it was fake, like he said? Then again, why would he invite you if you were ‘annoying’ to be around? Despite his complacency, Leona was rather vocal about his dislikes, and that included people. He wouldn’t pretend to be friendly just to extend an invitation, unlike Azul or Jade.

So, what if what Farena said was true? What if Leona was the liar? Should you be flattered that he thought rather highly of you, and thus, considered you as his ‘girlfriend’? Befriending a dorm leader, and a prince at that, already shielded you from some bullies. If you dated him–

You shook your head. No, you didn’t like him that way. And there was no time for romance when going home was your top priority.

Much too soon the lunch commenced. Farena sat at the head of the table, looking all amiable as always. There was a tiny voice within you that criticized Leona’s dislike for him when he was the kind of brother everyone would like to have, but you silenced it with a shy smile. His wife, a sturdy woman with similar friendliness, sat on his left while Leona sat on the right. Cheka, his energetic nephew, sat across you near his mother.

“Aunty [Name], is it true that you’re going to marry Uncle?”

You choked on your food, and you hurriedly clasped a hand over your mouth to avoid discourtesy.

“Ah, yes. I heard that Leona’s dating you.” The Queen piped in, beaming proudly. “We’re really happy to hear that.”

You downed a glass of water and shot a panicked glance at Leona, who munched on a forkful of meat beside you calmly.

Liar.

He truly was the liar. There were no ‘attempts at being friendly’, and just because Farena acted like that, didn’t mean he was lying.

And you were trapped.

“Eh, [Name]. You didn’t tell me that you’re dating him!” Grim squeaked scandalously, halting his ravenous bite at the fish. “You’re my henchman, so you should’ve told me! I could’ve gotten an unlimited amount of tuna from him, ya know!”

Too much.

This was all too much.

Farena chuckled, “Maybe she wanted it to be a surprise for you.”

You wanted to leave. Could you leave now?

“You’re always welcomed to visit, you know?” The Queen said. “And I understand the appeal of meat, so feel free to ask for more fish.”

You wished you could be as brazen as Leona. Maybe you’d be on your bed right now, lamenting the never-ending misfortunes in your life.

“Yeay, I can’t wait to have a new friend!” Cheka cheered.

Something grabbed your clenched hand on the table.

“She doesn’t feel too good. I’m gonna escort her to the bathroom.”

It was Leona’s hand.

“Oh, of course.” The Queen said apologetically. “Pardon us for not noticing.”

You shook your head, resisting the urge to vomit and make a bigger embarrassment of yourself.

“It’s fine…”

Leona dragged you to the nearest bathroom, with walls that were hopefully thicker enough to prevent any eavesdropper. There, you hunched over the toilet bowl and puked your whole stomach. He was silent as he flushed the toilet and handed you a tissue paper after you washed your mouth.

“You…” you panted. “Why did you lie to me?! To them?! Claiming that we’re dating… Do you know just how big of a misunderstanding it is?!”

“What if it’s not a misunderstanding?”

“What…?”

“What? Do you think I just pay for someone else’s lunch for no reason? Or invite someone to my home? Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not that nice.”

You stared at him with the same level of incredulity.

“You could’ve confessed to me.”

“And would you accept it?”

You fell silent.

Leona scoffed.

“That’s what I thought.”

“But still, this is–!”

“What? Unfair? Too bad. The world’s always been that way.”

“You can’t just project your insecurity onto me...!”

You lunged to punch him, but Leona, with his damnably quick reflexes, captured your wrists. He pulled you closer to him until your faces were centimeters apart and pressed your hands against his chest.

“For years, everything that I’ve ever wanted has been stolen from me. And now, I want you. So don’t even think about rejecting me, because I don’t take rejection lightly.” he hissed, then smirked. “Well, unless you want to disappoint the Royal Family and risk a punishment. Ain’t nobody’s gonna help a criminal. You’d be lucky if you can even escape from here.”

He was trying to scare you, and sadly, he was right. You were powerless in every sense of the word; a feeling that you hadn’t really experienced since you landed in this magical world.

And now, you felt it again. This time, at the hands of your senior rather than some unexplainable phenomenon.

Your eyes began to sting, while your lips began to tremble. Leona’s smirk disappeared at the signs of your upcoming sadness.

“You can cry later. For now, fix yourself.” he intoned, handing you another tissue paper. As usual, you had no choice but to obey. First to Crowley, and now to him. “Come on, my family’s waiting for you.”

And, once again, you had no choice but to accept that outstretched hand in front of you.

[alycosworld]

Tainted

Scaramouche X Reader

WARNING: mentions of (nearly) sexual assault

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A/N: I seem to have more angst/comfort ideas for genshin but I'm not sure why...also, I'm on holiday in a foreign country! I have no work and I'll probably spend all my nights on Tumblr after exploring the city in the day, so please please please send in some requests! I'm bored and although they might take some time, they might help me get back into writing more regularly. I'm pretty sure this is gender neutral but if I made a mistake, feel free to tell me. This has NOT been checked for any errors (I'll get around to it at some point).

I'm not sure if Scaramouche is ooc, since he doesn't say anything that nice in the game or in any official works, but I definitely think he has the capacity for it. And I like soft Scar <3.

If at any point you feel uncomfortable, PLEASE DO NOT READ ON. I felt a little icky after writing the assault bit so do not force yourself to read any further or read at all. I do not want to make anyone reading this unhappy. Any victims of sexual assault or harassment, I hope you heal

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Keep walking. Just keep walking. Get home as fast as possible.

Avoid dark spots, avoid all people, avoid secluded areas. Just get home now.

That's what you told yourself after it happened. Archons, you didn't even know how you should feel. Ashamed? Angry? Disgusted? Upset? Confused? Afraid? The amalgamation of these emotions just made everything worse. You felt sick to your stomach. You wanted to cry and scream and vomit and disappear all at the same time.

You felt like you were covered in grime and you don't even know how you managed to get away. You should've done something, anything! But in the moment, you couldn't.

Your day had started normally. You went to the Adventurer's Guild in Inazuma, doing your commissions and taking up a few extra quests to help people out. Even though you were walking home later than normal, you didn't think much of it. Until somehow, you lost your way. In the dark, things became a little more vague and confusing, so you ended up taking a left and ending up in a dark alleyway between two dimly lit buildings.

You walked through, lost in your own thoughts, until you heard some chuckling and some incoherent remarks made by someone exiting one of the buildings out a back door and into the alleyway.

Glancing up, you saw that the person was a man - quite tall and well built with flushed cheeks: he was clearly not sober. You paid him no mind, staring at the ground as you continue to walk, determined to get home to see your boyfriend, Scaramouche. Though he wasn't one to worry, knowing that you could handle yourself, you did want to see him as soon as possible.

"Well, what do we have here?" The man asked, and you looked up at him again, tilting your head in confusion but staying silent.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?" He asked, a suspicious smirk on his face.

"I'm going home." You said firmly, not wanting to give him any ideas.

"Oh? A handsome young thing like you, going home all by themselves? Let me walk you, I promise I don't bite." He continued, clearly not getting the hint.

"I'm alright, but thank you for the off--"

"Stop being such a fucking tease! Wearing an outfit like that, you're begging for it." He pinned you against the wall despite your attempt to politely refuse any moves he tried to make. He caught your arms above your head and harshly shoved one of his legs between yours.

"Don't like to me, hon, you know you want this." He whispered huskily. You had fought countless hilichurls, abyss mages and monsters far more intimidating and dangerous than that man that day, but you couldn't seem to move. All you could manage was a fearful 'please, don't do this'. Struggling was futile, for some reason you couldn't escape his grasp. You had fought beasts ten times this man's size but violating you like this? It made you break.

He gripped you harshly and even managed to kiss your neck a couple times, making the tears stream down your face uncontrollably, until he heard some voices. You recognised them immediately: members of the Adventurer's Guild. He must be known it too because he stopped as soon as he heard, offering you a sickening grin and scuttling away before you could react.

"We'll finish this some other time, sweetheart. I promise."

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You didn't get any help from the Adventurer's Guild members who you heard, instead opting to rush home as soon as possible, trying to figure out what to do next.

The only solution in your mind was to crawl into your lover's arms and tell him what had happened. You didn't want anyone else to know - you know you could trust Scaramouche and you knew he would help you.

But he didn't.

You got home and wiped your tears before entering the house, hoping to look somewhat presentable despite having experienced such an impactful event. You dropped your belongings carelessly, not flinging at the loud sound they made as they hit the floor. You immediately made your way to the guest room Scaramouche had turned into an office of sorts, for him to work on Fatui business. The bedroom door was open and empty and he was nowhere to be found on the first floor, so that was the only other place he could've been. You were relieved to see him sitting at the desk, deep in thought with some maps and other sheets of paper laid out in front of him.

"Scar, I--"

"Not now, (Y/N), I'm busy." He said hot even bothering to look up at your frazzled and shattered state.

"I know but, please, Scar. While I was--"

"If you know that I'm busy, why enter in the first place? I'm working. Leave me alone." He said harshly. You didn't say anything, instead opting to nod silently and close the door. Since this was the first time you had experienced this pain and discomfort from being touched and defiled in such a way, you decided that maybe you should put it aside. After all, maybe it was something so jarring. Maybe it didn't matter. Maybe Scaramouche's nonchalance was justified. In a twisted way, you blamed yourself for overreacting and decided to just forget about the incident. If it didn't mean enough for Scaramouche to even look at you, it clearly wasn't something worth fretting over. You were just exaggerating, right?

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You tried you absolute hardest not to let the incident bother you, but you unknowingly started changing your habits to prevent what had occurred from happening to you again.

"Wearing an outfit like that, you're begging for it..."

You started wearing less revealing clothing, going as far as wearing gloves at some point and covering your neck with collars and scarves through the hot weather.

"We'll finish this some other time, sweetheart. I promise."

Initially, you just avoided dark or secluded places, even when you were with other people, but eventually, you were too scared to leave home at all. You didn't leave the confines of your small garden and if someone passed by, you would quickly hide yourself away. When Scaramouche had unknown guests and colleagues over, you would hide in your bedroom and make him promise not to mention you or acknowledge your existence in the slightest.

You even started taking longer showers and refused to bathe with Scaramouche, confusing him since you used to enjoy it so much. But you wouldn't let him see you in such a vulnerable state now that you were contaminated. You didn't want him to know that you had been tarnished in such a vulgar way, and you spent long moments scrubbing at the parts the stranger had touched. You were worried that Scaramouche would blame you for being assaulted - because in a sick way you thought it was your fault, despite having been nothing wrong. You had twisted the story in your mind to make it seem like you were responsible for the crime committed against you.

Eventually, Childe had to visit for business purposes, but you had become good friends with the eleventh Fatui Harbinger since he was friends with-- well, he and Scaramouche had a relationship, to say the least.

"So where's (Y/N)? Normally they're all over you and making you as embarrassed at possible." Childs grinned, and Scaramouche just frowned and narrowed his eyes.

"They're in our room. They don't really want to see anyone right now." Scaramouche said. Even though you told him not to mention you anymore, since you were so hellbent on avoiding all human interaction, he thought it would be okay to tell Childe. He was your friend too, after all.

"Is something wrong? What happened?" Childe asked, concern in his eyes.

"I don't know. They've been avoiding everyone, including me. They barely talk to me and insist on sleeping downstairs." Scaramouche confessed.

"Let me talk to them."

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Childe exited your room after hearing what to had to say, and he was disturbed and sympathetic, at the very least. Scaramouche saw his wide-eyed, grim expression when he exited the room and immediately had questions.

"What?" Scaramouche asked.

"I'll come back tomorrow to continue our work." Childs said, referring to the business he originally came for.

"But we have to--"

"Scar?" Scaramouche stopped all his trains of thought and turned to the sound of your voice. It was hoarse but still as beautiful as ever. He knew you had been crying from your puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

"I think you have other matters to take care of." Childe winked, before giving Scaramouche an informal two-fingered salute and showing himself out.

As soon as the door closed, Scaramouche turned his attention to you, not coming too close in case you didn't want to be near him.

"Yes, Love?" He asked, more concerned than you had ever seen him.

"Can I talk to you? If you're busy, that's okay, it's not that impor--"

"I'm not busy." He shook his head, and you offered him a sad and grateful smile before sitting on the edge of the bed while he took a seat on a nearby chair.

"So, uhm, a couple of days ago I was walking home and I kind of got lost...so I tried taking this alleyway and--" You stopped yourself, meeting Scaramouche's attentive gaze before continuing.

"There was a guy. And he-- he t-touched me. I-- I didn't know what to do. I could've easily fought back but I just got scared and froze up because that's never happened to me before and he kept saying that I wanted him-- but I didn't! I swear, I didn't. I know it sounds bad since I didn't stop him but I really tried, I just couldn't. And he started k-kissing me...here," You gestured to the spots on your neck that you could still feel being violated.

"And I felt so horrible and he didn't go any further because some people were coming, so I ran home. I-I...I didn't know what to do but I felt like I should tell you because I thought you would help me, but you said you were busy so I just-- It-tried to brush it off but I just couldn't get it out of my head! And before I got away, he told me that he'd come back and finish me off and so I didn't want to go outside anymore in case I ran into him. And I started to cover up since he said I was asking for it because of what I was wearing and then I just got scared and I felt dirty. I tried so hard to forget and clean myself but it kept coming back-- I can still feel him on me! I hated it, I still hated it! You have to believe me, I wasn't trying to get him to notice me, I just..." You broke down after finishing what you had to say. You had already been crying since you told Childe, but now you were choking out sobs and your face was drenched. Scaramouche stood up from his chair and sat next to you on the bed, a safe distance away just in case you still weren't comfortable with being touched.

"I believe you. I know you're not like that." Scarsmocuhe started calmly. In all honesty, he wanted to interrupt you as soon as you said that this man approached you. His blood was boiling and he was ready to murder this man for you but kept himself in check because you didn't need senseless violence or revenge right now, you needed comfort. What hurt him the most was that you were blaming yourself because he didn't bother listening to what you had to say on what was probably the worst day of your life.

"It's not your fault you were touched like that. You are not to blame, at all. I-- I should've listened to you when you came to me - as soon as I turned you say I thought something was wrong but I didn't bother asking about it. That's entirely my fault." He admitted, which surprised you. It took Scaramouche a lot to admit his mistakes, but for you? He didn't care. You constantly put up with his sour attitude, he can definitely listen to you and admit he was wrong.

"You sure? Because I still--"

"I'm sure." He said simply.

"But why did you start avoiding me?" He asked, wanting to understand the situation entirely.

"Well, because..." You started, unsure if he would get angry if you told him. While you were contemplating, he offered you an encouraging expression. It wasn't a smile, but it was more than enough to put you at ease.

"I didn't want you to think I was tainted. Of course, you wouldn't want to be near me after that had happened." You sighed, wiping up the last of your tears.

"You really are an idiot, you know?" He said, but after seeing the clueless and almost hurt look on your face, he immediately wanted to take it back. He didn't mean to be insensitive, he just...well, he often explained positive emotions with his very wide negative vocabulary.

"No, I didn't-- uhm..." He mentally cursed himself for not knowing what to say, but you didn't interrupt him and made a small gesture for him to keep going.

"What I mean to say was, I don't think that you're tainted or anything like that. And I still...want to be...near you-- eugh!" He pretended to be grossed out at his own words in true Scaramouche fashion, but he knew you knew he didn't really mean it and was beyond delighted when he saw you giggle at his facial expression.

He sighed and acted angry as he opened his arms ever so slightly. You noticed the movement and quirked an eyebrow when he hesitated.

"Is it okay if I come closer?" Scaramouche asked, unsure if you wanted to be touched after the incident.

Your heart swelled at his care and then you slowly watched as he stiffly wrapped his arms around you comfortingly. Although you had hugged and cuddled on countless occasions, he still wouldn't stop being so robotic unless you did something. It made you laugh and he pulled away slightly to glare at you, so you decided to just pull him back in and hug back.

And when you relished in the touch of another human being, the touch of the person you love, you began to cry. The last time anyone willingly touched you was in that alleyway, and so to have someone be so gentle with you and have no bad intentions, you were overwhelmed with emotion.

Scaramouche must've felt your tears staining his clothing and skin, and quickly pulled away with poorly hidden concern in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asked, but you just continued to sob and nod.

"I love you!" You choked out. He sighed and gently patted your back.

"I...love you too." He said, before making another expression of mock disgust. He slowly moved to hold both your wrists in his hand and kiss down to your neck, pulling you into his lap with your legs straddling one of his.

You soon realised that he was covering up the placed the stranger had touched you with his own ministrations, effectively replacing the grime you felt you gained after the incident. After you came to that conclusion and Scaramouche was done, he didn't meet your eye, blushing profusely. It was justified since he didn't usually initiate any kind of affection acts, but you just cupped his jaw and kissed his cheek, smiiling at him with purity and a newfound confidence in the both of you.

"Thank you, Scar."

[raibebe]

g: fluff, wk: 1.006, p: prince Jeno x female reader, w: mentions of arranged marriage req: castle by anon, a/n: written from Jeno’s POV

“Your majesty?” Sighing, Jeno looked up from the play he had been reading, a tragic love story where two star-crossed lovers had to fight fate herself to be together because he was a hopeless romantic without even an ounce of love in his own life. “I’m sorry to disturb you, my prince,” the servant spoke quietly, bowing deeply to show his remorse, “The guests arrived and your father has requested your presence.” “I see,” Jeno nodded, gently placing his treasured leather bookmark into his book. He’d have to finish it later, “I’ll retrieve my crown and hurry along.”

With a flick of his wrist, he dismissed the servant, hurrying to his bedchambers to pick up his crown, the weight of the metal a reminder of the burden he had to carry for the people of his country. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he sighed again. He was sure that whoever was important enough to visit the king had a very pretty daughter very much fit to marry Jeno and produce an heir to the throne. He just hoped whoever his parents chose for him to marry in the end would be a kind person.

“There you are, son,” the king greeted Jeno when he stepped into the saloon where his mother liked to welcome their special guests, the room decked out with expensive cushions and fabrics. Jeno only bowed politely before taking a seat next to his mother who lovingly sorted out some strands of his hair and straightened his crown. “Who are the guests?” He whispered to his mother, giving her a soft smile. “A lord from the north. He’s bringing his daughters with him,” she answered with a smile that mirrored his. “I figured,” the prince sighed. “We’ll find the right one for you,” she tried to reassure him, briefly cupping his cheek. “I’m sure you will,” he mumbled under his breath, sitting up straighter when a servant knocked on the door to announce the arrival of their guests.

The lord was- something to say the least. He was talking loudly and with a boisterous voice but Jeno had been told that this was how the people up north were like with the long winters and icy winds. He sure had brought a lot of pelts with him. Neither Jeno nor his mother would ever be cold in the winter ever again. And his daughters were beautiful enough, the eldest was almost as tall as her father and had gentle eyes, the middle one had a piercing gaze that honestly creeped Jeno out a little bit, it felt like she could see into his soul and the youngest had hair the same color as gold, something so rare Jeno had to stop himself from staring. But even though Jeno enjoyed listening to the Lord’s story about hunting beasts in a blizzard, he would much rather curl up in the library again and finish his book, immersing himself in a love story he’d never get to experience himself.

“Father?” Jeno gently interrupted the king before he could start to tell the story about how he had killed a giant boar in the fall, “Our guests must be tired from their long journey, we should give them a chance to rest before we will meet again for supper.” “Aaah, yes, my son. Always so considerate of the needs of others. He inherited that from his beautiful mother,” his father laughed loudly while the youngest daughter of the lord sent him a grateful smile. After all, she had already tried to stifle a handful of yawns. “A servant will show you to your chambers,” the queen smiled, ringing the little bell sitting on the coffee table to call upon the maid waiting outside. “I will see you at supper,” Jeno also excused himself, eager to hide himself away in the library again, forgetting that time existed and that he indeed had a mortal body with basic needs besides knowing how the characters will finally end up with each other.

Just when the prince had gotten settled in, his crown abandoned on one of the shelves, his shoes messily thrown at the foot of the canape and his vest loosened and a couple of pages along from where he had been forced to stop reading, a gentle gasp pulled him from his immersion. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you,” the oldest daughter of the lord whispered, “I didn’t know this was your library.” “It’s not,” he consoled her, “You’re not sleeping in your chambers?” “It’s so warm here, I’m not used to that,” she smiled, “I thought some reading could tire me out. May I sit with you?” “You’re free to join me,” he graced her with a smile when she timidly sat down next to him, straightening out the skirts of her dress. She seemed to be nervous in his company if her fiddling hands were anything to go by and she hadn’t even picked up a book to read. Jeno couldn’t help himself but find it rather adorable.

“Would you like me to read to you?” “W-What?” She stuttered, looking at the prince with wide eyes. “You didn’t pick up a book. I can read you my play if you’d like to,” he explained himself with what he hoped was a gentle smile. “Yeah. I mean yes, my prince. That would be nice.” “No need to be so formal,” he waved it off, “You can call me Jeno.” “Okay, Jeno,” she repeated and the prince found the sound of his name on her tongue quite lovely. “I hope you like love stories.” “They’re my favorite,” she reassured him but despite saying that, Jeno felt her head fall onto his shoulder not even five pages into the play. Fondly shaking his head, the prince slowly angled his body so the lord’s daughter wouldn’t have to strain her neck as much, going as far as to stroke her hair from her face before he continued to read the play out loud from the beginning.

[seiyasabi]

Idolised

(Here’s a Yandere Todo Aoi x Female Reader story :P I wrote up the layout for this a while ago, and I’m currently madly in love w him, so here we are! 

Thank you all so much for your support and being so understanding of my situation. I love you all so much ;)

TW: !noncon/dubcon!, !Has a whole ass shrine dedicated to you, you literally don’t know he exists lmao, !claims he's ur bf to everyone, manipulation!, intimidation!, sort of kidnapping!, !forced cunnilingus!, etc.. 

Please proceed with caution!)

“(Your Name)-Chan, why didn’t you tell us that you have a boyfriend?” You slowly stop chewing, chopsticks going slack in your hand. Eyes darting towards your friend Mika, you raise an unamused eyebrow. 

“What are you talking about, Mika-Chan? I don’t have a boyfriend,” All of your girlfriends look at each other, unbelieving of your claim. All giggle, thinking that you’re just being shy. 

“Ne~ don’t be coy! It’s okay to tell us about your boyfriend! From the pictures I’ve seen, he’s quite handsome, huh?” At this point, you’re completely confused. Are they pranking you? You don’t have a boyfriend! 

“I genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about-“ The seat next to you slides out, and a hulking figure plops itself down on the wooden chair, the wood creaking horrifically underneath their weight. 

Their arm wraps around the back of your own chair, practically engulfing you in the crook of their enormous elbow, “Hey, Pretty Girl. I’m sorry that I’m late, you know how late my classes run sometimes.” 

You’re too scared to even turn towards the large man, choosing instead to look at your friends with a horrified expression. They don’t notice it, too busy ogling at the apparent eye candy next to you, “Uhm, I’m sorry, but who are you? And why do they think that you’re my boyfriend?” An awkward silence immediately follows after, the man’s hand gripping the wood behind you so hard that it creaks. 

He forces a deep laugh, which sounds quite menacing. He moves his hand onto your back, his warm palm felt through your stylish top, “You’re so funny, (Nickname)-Chan! It’s alright, you don’t need to hide me anymore. I messaged your girls last week, they know about us.” 

“Yeah, (First Name)-Chan! It’s okay! We think you’re both so adorable,” They practically fawn over the two of you, trying to push you closer into each other’s arms. The man next to you takes this in stride, practically hauling your chair up next to his. His arm is now fully around you, as you lean in close to your hair and neck. He inhaled deeply, a satisfied grunt rumbling through his chest. 

“Don’t do anything stupid, (Your Name)-Chan. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll follow my every whim,” Tears of fear and anxiety bead your eyes, which your friends take as relief that you’re no longer hiding away from them. 

“Don’t cry, (First Name)-Chan! It’s okay! We all support you wholeheartedly!” 

The rest of the lunch consisted of you being extremely uncomfortable, and your closest friends being none the wiser. Somehow, they don’t notice how you constantly inch away from him, only to be dragged back to his side. Somehow, they don’t know how he’s whispering mild threats into your ear. 

But, through this time, you learned the name of your so-called ‘boyfriend.’ Todo Aoi, the beast currently keeping you glued to your seat in fear. He’s so much bigger than you, so much faster, seemingly so much smarter. 

“Bye, (First Name)-Chan, Bye, Todo-Kun! It was nice to meet you!” Your friends wave the two of you off, one of his large hands securely on the small of your back. His grip is bruising, controlling. Todo practically pushes you towards an unknown destination, your body only able to continue forward, whether you wanted it to or not. 

“I’m proud of you, (First Name)-Chan. I knew my girl was smart, beautiful, and capable. This just proved it to me,” A small whimper escapes your throat, as fresh tears bead your eyes. 

“Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?” A booming laugh is heard, practically shaking the ground below you, causing you to flinch. 

“Why am I doing this? Well, I’m doing this, because I love you. I want us to be together, so we’re going home,” He says this as if it solved all of your problems. 

“But we don’t know each other, why even bother-“ 

“We know each other. I saved your life, remember?” For the first time tonight, you look at him. His distinct scar immediately catches your attention- this man did, in fact, save your life. Two months prior, someone or something shoved you onto some train tracks, right in front of an oncoming train. In a mere moment, the bulky man grabbed you from the tracks, and hopped back up onto the platform, effectively saving your life. 

“I-Bu-But what? We met only once, and-“ He shushes you, forcing you closer to his side, his entire hand practically engulfing your waist. 

“There’s no need to worry. In that Moment, I knew that you were meant to be my beautiful Princess. You need me to care for you, and I’m up for the task.” 

“Princess? Sir, I think you need help! We’ve only talked once, and while I’m grateful for you saving my life, I think this is excessive! Please let me go!” 

He ignores you, sighing dreamily about what the two of you will get up to. Todo couldn’t wait to add more to your shrine at home! He’ll be sure to get as much dirty clothes, used tissues, and everything else he could ever want! 

Forcing you into an upper class loft building, he guides you by the small of your spine into a lift, disregarding the old woman inside. She looks at you as if the both of you are the most adorable couple she’s ever seen, making you shift in discomfort. Todo takes it in stride, practically preening under her gaze, but pretending it has no effect on him. 

He nonchalantly presses his floor’s number, before placing that hand on your hip, and rubbing it in circular motions. You try to move away from him, but his grip is solid. 

Before long, the lift stops on his floor, and he pushes you out. You stumble into the area outside of his front door- his home being the only one on the entire floor. The door itself has a pin pad on its handle, which he quickly typed in, once he’s directly in front of it, leading you to believe that there’s most likely a second pin pad on the other side. 

Once you hear the click of the door being unlocked, Todo moves away from the entryway, and motions you inside, “Go ahead, Princess.” 

In a Moment of defiance, you shake your Head no, “I think this has gone on long enough,” His eyes narrow slightly, yet you continue, practically shaking in your shoes, “I-I don’t want to go inside. Please let me go home.” 

His booming laughter fills the small space, as he shakes his head in disbelief, “You’re adorable, (Nickname)-Chan! Now, go inside before I become angry.” The bite in his final words forces you forward, into his dark flat. 

He flicks on the light switch the moment you step inside, momentarily blinding you. Once you’re able to blink away the dots swimming in your vision, you’re greeted with a fairly normal sight. The living room, kitchen, and dining room are conjoined in an open concept, making the large place seem even larger. Two hallways branch off on either side of the large room, most likely leading to a master, a guest room, bathroom, and an office. 

“What do you think? I read in a magazine that women like clean homes, so I deep clean this flat at least once a week.” 

You aren’t sure what to say, but you nod along anyway, “Yes, it’s very nice.” He beams down at you, cheeks practically stretching to the fullest extent. 

“This shows that I know how to make women happy! I believe that’s a redeeming quality,” You awkwardly give him the side eye, “Oh, don’t look at me like that, silly girl! I have many more redeeming qualities if that one isn’t good enough. Now,” He clasps your shoulder with a large hand, “Why don’t I show you our bedroom?” 

“Our?” Your eyes are practically bugging out of your skull, as he nods gleefully. 

“We’re a couple, aren’t we? And couples share everything with each other.” 

With that, he practically drags you down the left hallway. There’s only one door at the end of the hall, signalling that this is the master bedroom. With one hand, he pushes open the door, before coaxing you inside. His hand that was previously on your shoulder migrates to the bottom of your spine. The room is a mixture of black and your favourite colour, showcasing that this room is the both of yours. 

The bed is quite large, most likely to accommodate your large captor and yourself, “I thought you’d like that your favourite colour is in here.” 

You say nothing, tears beading your eyes. You wring your hands in anxiety, as he leads you to the bed. He sits you down on the edge, before kneeling in front of you. Todo leans forward, resting on your thighs, all whilst still practically towering over you even when sitting. 

“Why’re you crying, Princess? There’s no reason to,” He swipes under your eye the moment the first tear falls. 

“Why am I crying? You must be joking! You-you just kidnapped me!” He shushes you once more, causing a spark of anger to course through you. He hasn’t listened to a single complaint you’ve voiced! “Stop doing that! It’s rude! I’m allowed to be upset-“ 

With two massive hands, he forces your thighs open, “I know your work has you stressed, Pretty Girl- why don’t you let me calm you down?” He pushes his hands up your thighs, your skirt barely covering your pussy,  allowing his thumbs to ghost over your panty clad cunny. 

You try to thrash out of his hold, pushing against his hands, “No! Let go of me!” Your thrashing does nothing, as just the weight of his forearms we’re enough to press your thighs to the bed. His left hand rubs against your clit and hole, trying to make you as wet as possible. You try to push against his forearms, but he presses down harder. 

His thumb rubs fluidly over your clit in an even pressure. Your hips press up, trying to buck him off, but it only causes him to press down harder. In no time, you’re growing wet against his ministrations. You choke back your whines, smacking his arms, before pushing against his head which hovers just above your cunt. 

“Do you feel that, Princess? You’re getting so wet!” He suddenly presses his open mouth against your mound, tongue matching pace with his thumb. A moan escapes your throat before you can stop it, halting the large man in his tracks. You sound so perfect to him! 

In one swift motion, he yanks your panties down your legs, and tosses them onto the mattress beside you. You try to close your legs, but it’s no use. I’m seconds, he has your thighs presses as far open as they can go, and his face is buried in your pretty cunny. His tongue dips into your folds, savouring your taste, before flicking against your clit. 

His tongue rubs against your clit in swift, smooth motions, quickly causing you to grow wetter than before. Your slick drips down your cunny, coating your ass and inner thighs. More moans escape your mouth, as you writhe against him. 

“Sto-Stop! Oh my god-“ He gives a small laugh at your begs, eating you out faster than before. Loud slurps and ‘mms’ are heard throughout the room, as you quickly go over the edge. Your juices squirt out of your cunny, coating his chin and his shoulders in slick. A loud keen is heard throughout the room. 

The mixture of your wonderful cum and loud moans causes the large man to bust a load in his pants. He groans against you, causes your thighs to tremble in overstimulation. Todo removes himself from your pussy (not before licking up as much slick as possible), and smiles up at you. 

“You’re so wonderful, (Nickname)-Chan! I should’ve done this sooner!” 

[thegtlovingwritingnerd]

PLEASE CAN WE GET A ONE SHOT OR GIANT LUMIÈRE X TINY READER, I’M BEGGING YOU‼️❤️ 🥺 🙏

Since you asked so nicely, here's a one-shot involving a Tiny!Reader and Lumiere. This is not a part of my g/t Beauty and the Beast story, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

The Little Light

You didn't know how long you'd been looking for a place to stay. Your previous home was discovered and you quickly made an escape. All you wanted was a nice quiet place to live with supplies and no drama.

The castle you ended up in was definitely not what you wanted...

It was dark and eerie. It was so worn down and quiet that you assumed it was abandoned.

You, unfortunately, were very wrong.

The castle was alive...literally. From the doors to the cutlery, everything was alive.

You scurried through the walls, watching everything with fascination. Then you saw something that really caught your eye.

A walking, talking candelabra, hopping around and chatting with an annoyed talking clock.

"Cogsworth!" the candelabra said, smacking him on the back, "We need to do something for ze master! Let's brighten his day!"

The clock, Cogsworth pinched what seemed to be the bridge of his nose, "He said to NOT be disturbed, don't you remember? Or has all that wax finally reached your ears?"

The flames seemed to die down, showing the candelabra's disappointment, "You are no fun. There is nothing to do in zis blasted castle!"

"Then find something to do, you insufferable fire hazard!" Cogsworth said, hopping away, "Something safe, Lumiere!"

You watched from the safety of the wall as Lumiere paced back and forth, muttering curses at the enchanted clock. As you watched him, your fatigue of traveling so far finally caught up with you. You were relatively safe as you sank to the floor, exhausted.

You woke up with a start, disorientated and completely in the dark.

The dark scared you.

Anything could be hiding in the shadows, ready to pounce at any moment.

You stood up, blindly searching for any source of light. You bump into walls and trip over holes in the carpets. Frustrated tears well up in your eyes as you get up, brushing yourself off.

And then... you see it.

A warm, welcoming light in the distance.

You craved the comfort light gives you.

But the light started to go away, causing you to scurry after it. "W-wait!"

The light stopped and you continue to run toward it, only to realize that you were running toward a feisty candelabra that towered over you.

Lumiere turned around to see a small being running towards him, "Allo there, little one!"

Your feet plastered themselves to the ground as you immediately regret your actions.

Lumiere hops toward you, shaking you to your core. He bends down to get a better look at you, "You're new here, no?"

You take a step back, completely overwhelmed by what's happening. You trip and fall to the ground with a started cry.

He takes another hop toward you, inspecting you with curious eyes

You could feel the heat from his flames against your face as you tremble below him, "P-please don't hurt me!"

"Hurt you?" he says, frowning, "Oh no no no! Zat is completely out of ze question! I would never hurt a guest here!"

"Guest?" you repeat, still scared but now slightly confused.

"Oui! You are our guest! Come! Let us get you more comfortable!" he extends his arm? Candle? Toward you, fire extinguished to help you stand up.

You cautiously grab it and stand up, knees still trembling, "Wh-where are you taking me?"

"To ze kitchen! Every guest needs to be well fed, no? Come!" he starts to hop away, much too fast for your little legs.

You start running after him, "W-wait! Please!"

You were alone in the darkness once again in the middle of a dark enchanted castle where everything is alive.

This is quite a lot for you to handle.

You fell to the floor, your head buried in your hands as you cry, "P-please come back. I'm scared."

Your ears buzzed as you sob into your hands. The world around you faded to nothing. You missed the light.

There was a comforting warmth around you. The warmth was followed by a light.

"Allo? Little friend?" a familiar voice said.

You look up to see Lumiere on his...stomach?... at eye level with you. His eyes laced with worry as he looks at you.

"What is wrong, hm?" he asks softly.

"You left me," you hiccupped, wiping your eyes.

"Apologies, little friend. I got too excited." he stand upright with a grunt, extending his arm, "Climb on mon ami, I will not leave you again."

You slowly stand up and cautiously climb onto his arm. You sit with your feet dangling and held onto him.

"Ready?"

"Y-yes."

"Alright zen! Here we go!" he says before hopping to the kitchen.

The ride was as bumpy as you thought it would be, and it's definitely not your first choice of travel, but it was better than being left behind again.

Lumiere burst into the kitchen, hopping up on the table. "Come, everyone! Let us make our guest feel welcome here!"

You slide off him and watch as the kitchen comes to life. You most watched the strange candelabra dance around the kitchen, happy to be serving someone again.

Though the dark and dreary castle was not your first pick of living space, you had a feeling that you would fit right in with the oddness.

As long as your new friend was willing to give his little friend a little light.

This was a lot of fun to write! I hope you enjoyed it!

[princesssarisa]

Character ask suggestion: The Beast (Beauty and the Beast)

What a crazy coincidence! I was just about to make a post about him!

I've already answered an ask about the Beast from the original tale. You can read my answers here. So this time I'll focus on the Disney Beast. The animated and stage versions only, because like many fans, I have reservations about his 2017 live-action portrayal.

Favorite thing about them: His sweetness, gentleness, and endearing awkwardness after his character development, and the sheer selflessness of his love when he choses to give up the chance to ever be human again (so he thinks) for Belle's sake. Linda Woolverton, Howard Ashman, Glen Keane, and the rest of the crew really did an outstanding job with him, taking a non-human character who starts out so terrifying and then gradually making him so warm, funny, vulnerable, relatable, and lovable. It couldn't have been an easy feat, but they succeeded!

Least favorite thing about them: His beastly temper and selfishness at the beginning. That probably goes without saying. I'll always defend this movie against the claim that it romanticizes an abusive relationship, but I'll admit that his early behavior is abusive, and I'll admit that the movie is a "problematic fave" for that reason.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I've always had a temper that I've struggled to control.

*I'm sometimes insecure about my appearance.

*I tend to be messy.

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I'm not royalty.

*I'm female.

*I doubt I could fight off a pack of wolves.

Favorite line:

His verse in "Something There":

She glanced this way, I thought I saw.

And when we touched, she didn't shudder at my paw.

No, it can't be; I'll just ignore.

But then, she's never looked at me that way before.

And his climactic confession, when Cogsworth asks him why he let Belle go:

"Because... I love her."

(Why the remake takes those all-important words from him and has Mrs. Potts say "Because he loves her" instead is beyond me. Can anyone tell my why the 2017 screenwriters thought that was an improvement?)

And from the stage musical, when he becomes human again:

"Belle, look into my eyes!

Belle, don't you recognize

The Beast within the man who's here before you?"

brOTP: Lumiere, Cogsworth, and Mrs. Potts.

OTP: Belle.

nOTP: The Enchantress or Gaston.

Random headcanon: He's not a crown prince, but a younger brother of the French king, not in line for the throne. His parents both died when he was too young to remember them, and his brother was too busy ruling to raise him, so he was sent to the countryside to be raised by his servants. Unfortunately, they treated him as their master instead of as the child he was, and gave him neither enough discipline nor enough love. This is why he became so selfish and spoiled, and why the Enchantress cursed the servants too.

Unpopular opinion: He really was just eleven years old when he was cursed, as the lyrics to "Be Our Guest" imply. I know that a lot of people dislike this idea, because it seems too cruel of the Enchantress to punish a child that way, or because the mental image of a child Beast is too much like Eddie Munster, or whatever. But the movie's original script made it explicit that he was only eleven, and Howard Ashman was allegedly very angry when the directors decided to leave his age ambiguous instead, because his having been cursed as a child was central to Ashman's concept of the character. The Beast really does act like a man-child at the beginning: like an overgrown spoiled preteen whose isolated state has kept him from maturing, but who finally comes of age thanks to Belle's influence. This would also explain why he has no apparent knowledge of how to interact with a woman, let alone how to court her romantically, and relies on his servants for advice. This alone makes me refuse to believe that he was ever a preening playboy like in the 2017 version! Yes, it was probably too cruel of the Enchantress to curse a child, but arguably we shouldn't view her as being fully in the right. After all, the Beast's punishment doesn't teach him to be any kinder, but just makes him angrier and more solitary than ever – what gets through to him is Belle's balance between standing up to him and offering him her friendship when he earns it. And did the servants, including children like Chip, really deserve to be cursed too?

Song I associate with them:

"If I Can't Love Her."

And the music of the Prologue.

Favorite pictures of them:

@themousefromfantasyland, @the-blue-fairie, @ariel-seagull-wings, @superkingofpriderock, @gayfergus

[twsthoodstar]

Twst x Pokémon Pt. 3

This is a part 3 of the last Pokémon post I did, this time with the vice dorm leaders. Sorry this is so late, I’ve been feeling under the weather recently 😓 But I’m starting to feel better now.

Request/idea received from this Anon

Babysitting their crush’s Pokémon while they’re away. However, that task has proven more difficult than expected.

Trey Clover ♣️

Trey was both delighted and nervous when you asked him to babysit Slurpuff. He had only hoped it wouldn’t be as troublesome as certain glutinous monster cat, although he had to admit he was curious. Slurpuff looked so soft and squishy! It couldn’t be that much of a handful could it?

Well needless to say, Slurpuff was actually very helpful in the kitchen. It’s unique sense of smell helped pick the best ingredients and it was more than happy to aid in assembling the treats for the Unbirthday Party, nudging Trey to taste the batter. It reminded Trey of his little siblings back home, how they’d always try and sneak a piece.

However, it all went downhill once the part started. One by one everyone’s cakes and cookies disappeared without a trace. Unaware of the pink Pokémon sneakily using Physic to float the wonderful pastries into its mouth. But it’s cover was blown when it tried to steal Riddle’s tart, and Trey had to step in before the poor little thing lost its head.

Ruggie Bucchi 🐾

Better hope Ruggie doesn’t eat your precious little bundle of wool, might be hard to hold himself back. Shi shi shi, he’s only kidding! He wouldn’t do that to you! Unfortunately, Wooloo seemed to take that very personally and rolled away! It hadn’t even been 5 minutes and Ruggie was already chasing it down!

Poor Wooloo; perhaps leaving it in a dorm full of hungry carnivores wasn’t the greatest idea. Because it zoomed all over the place, trying to flee from any large beastmen. Though I’m sure it looked hilarious seeing the vice dorm leader chasing after a living pillow. Ruggie eventually needed Jack’s help in catching the little guy, and it surprisingly took a liking to the first year!

Wooloo was all over Jack, hiding behind his legs and nuzzling into his bushy tail. Peering at Ruggie with big nervous eyes. He hadn’t planned for this, Ruggie wanted to show you just how responsible he was all on his own, that included caring for your pet. But it couldn’t be helped. Jack hadn’t planned to babysit, but it seemed he had no other choice.

Jade Leech 🐬

(I love Psyduck so much 🥰)

Now Psyduck here is a bit of a special case, so you were a bit hesitant to leave it with Jade. Now there was nothing to worry about, Jade makes sure your Psyduck is well taken care of, he’ll pamper it to perfection. He has claimed he enjoys serving others. Although it appears Psyduck is a rather sensitive creature. But that just makes things more interesting, plus it’s adorable to boot.

Constantly rubbing it’s head, it takes in its surroundings rather slowly. It barely realized you left the room and was just recently waddling around looking for you, poor dear. 😅 Well this shouldn’t be a problem; playtime with rubber duckies, drawing a bath, Jade makes sure Psyduck is in top shape until you get back! However, there was one mishap Jade wasn’t preparing for.

It takes special skill to escape Jade’s well trained eye, and Psyduck just happened to find that perfect moment. Before it knocked into Jade’s terrarium, spilling out all kinds of plants and muck onto the floor with a big bump on its head. It was an accident, but Psyduck couldn’t shake that sudden glare in the eel’s eye. Not even when Jade rubbed its bruised head affectionately.

Floyd Leech 🦈

Oh boy, Gible was not happy about you leaving. Especially leaving its care to a stranger like Floyd. It stomped around and grumbled like a fussy toddler, aggressive to anyone that came near it. While everyone was afraid of getting their hand chewed off, Floyd remained as careless and as brave as ever. So Shrimpy left this little sharkie to be his playmate? How fun!

Gible did not want to play with Floyd, it tried making that as clear as possible. Playing basketball? Deflated. Some squeaky toys? Shredded to pieces. Dancing? It chomped the radio to bits. A yummy platter? Scarfed it down, plate and all. Floyd was clearly losing his patience and started to shift into one of his outrageously random mood swings.

Talk about bad timing when you have an angry Gible pouting across the room. Floyd, now upset the Pokémon wasn’t accepting his friendship, made the mistake of trying to squeeze it. Gible bit him 😬. Chomped right down on his hand, but suprisingly Floyd was fine. It did take Azul and Jade awhile to pry it off, then to keep Floyd from biting back! Hopefully, you’ll return soon before the Lounge ends up in shambles.

Jamil Viper 🐍

Honestly Jamil thinks your Salandit is super cool. Sly and cunning with a streak of mystery, it reminds him of himself. (You smug snake 😑) It was almost the perfect pet for himself, a powerful on way that. Now I’m sure Jamil has some experience with animals, he is Kalim’s right hand man and a servant of the Asim family, the kid knows a thing or two about parades.

So it’s a cake walk babysitting Salandit, at least for the most part. Pokémon are unpredictable creatures and unknown to Twisted Wonderland, so Jamil’s in for a big surprise when Salandit starts dripping actual v e n o m. The red liquid oozes out of its mouth as it starts to burn small holes in the carpet. Of course panics because, that carpet is expensive! And why did you have such a creature in your possession!

He was not prepared for this. Apparently it was having a scuffle with Kalim’s magic carpet, the piece of matting simply wanted to play with Scarabia’s new guest, but the poisonous fire-type took it as a threat instead. Chasing each other around like wild dogs. Reacting quickly, Jamil put it outside using Snake Whisper before things escalated, but decided to give you a call.

Rook Hunt 🏹

You thought Jade was pampering, Rook is over the moon for this fairy type! What a wonderful creature, absolutely beautiful! Rook is completely captivated by the fairy-like creature, the pure pink essence of love in its true form!~ ✨ As he puts it anyways. 😅 Rook will smother Sylveon with attention!

He’ll groom it to perfection and flaunt it to the entire dorm, this of course draws some attention. No one has ever seen a creature quite like Sylveon, with its sweet voice and flowing ribbons. And you left Rook himself in charge to take care of it isn’t that wonderful! ~ ✨ This basically turned into one big photo shoot, with Rook at the center gushing over his new friend.

He even takes Sylveon out on a hunt stroll with him. Man cries when it wraps it’s ribbons around it’s wrist. Let’s just hope no rowdy students make fun of their little adventure, they’ll have a merciless arrow drawn back ready to face them. Rook won’t tolerate gossiping, no one is allowed to tarnish the beauty you and your partner share together.

Ortho Shroud 🤖

Ortho was more than happy to take care of Pikachu for you! He was the one that actually accepted in the first place. It was just so cute and round and soft and friendly, a perfect companion for our little Ortho! Plus, he was really excited to analyze it for his database. Although, in reality he took this opportunity to get Idia out of his shell and help him.

Humans and animals were already a well known subject Ortho knew plenty about, even a few beasts were a well known species. So a loveable Pokémon shouldn’t serve a problem. While Idia wasn’t all that excited about watching a living, breathing, messy pet (virtual pets were much easier) Ortho was not having it and saw this as a good experience.

Playtime was his favorite, Pikachu was just so fast and full of energy. Zipping back and forth with a Quick Attack to chase the bouncy ball, or using its tail to play catch. It was such a cheerful little sunshine, it even shocked Ortho a bit with its cheeks. Emitting little sparks of electricity, which felt really nice. They’re both just so cute together, Idia snuck a few pictures of them napping together.

Lilia Vanrouge 🍷

Another child for Lilia to adopt!! Oh how precious! Immediately Lilia’s fawning over your cute Noibat, however, you tell Lilia to be careful as this Pokémon is quite young. Of course Lilia heads your warning and bids you a graceful farewell, before rushing off with the cutie in his arms to flaunt to his whole dorm.

Almost immediately Lilia’s going to test his cooking skills; a growing boy like that needs to eat right? Well don’t worry, chef Lilia will whip up something nice, which of course has Noibat cheering for a hot meal. The trio of terrified fae and their drowsy human: they couldn’t have Lilia kill off something so precious, you’d be heartbroken!

However, perhaps they were a bit too slow in stopping Lilia, because thanks to his magic he had already whipped up a horrendous looking hole of soup. But what had everyone’s jaws dropping was that Noibat enjoyed it! It even cooed for seconds, nudging Lilia with the bowl. Of course Lilia was over the moon, he’ll have to ask to babysit more often.