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heyitssmiller · 4 years ago

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The room was crowded. Finn’s chair was sandwiched between June and Leo’s, the monarchs across from them.

Alex stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, looking equal parts amused and curious.

“Logan,” June said. Her voice was loud and clear as she pulled out the empty chair on her right. “If you please.”

No one said anything, but the surprise at June inviting him to the table was evident.

Logan carefully detached himself from the shadows and sat. June folded her hands. “Your majesties. I wish to call off the wedding.”

Finn and June’s parents’ looked aghast. Leo’s parents looked confused.

June’s mother tilted her head. “What…do you mean?”

“I believe that joining Prince Finn and I by marriage is unnecessary.”

“Why?” Finn’s father asked.

Finn looked at June, expecting her to respond, but she nodded at him encouragingly. So, he took a deep breath and spoke firmly.

“I want to be with Logan and Leo.”

The quiet that followed was a punch in the face.

Then, “You want to be with a servant?”

Logan looked uncomfortable. Finn’s cheeks flamed with anger. “He’s more than just his job, Dad. He’s kind and witty and beautiful. So is Leo. I don’t care about titles, or status, or tradition. I want to be with them, both of them, more than anyone else in the universe.”

“And what about the alliance?”

June leaned forward. “Your kingdom can form a new alliance with King Wyatt and Queen Eloise if they approve. You have been so kind to my family and I that I hope, with my parents’ permission, our kingdoms can still be allies.”

June's father shrugged after a moment. “If this is what the kids want, I say we let them.”

King Wyatt turned to his son. “Leo? What do you think?”

Leo took Finn’s hand. He peaked his head around to smile at Logan. “I agree with Finn.”

Logan smiled shyly back.

“Mom? Dad?” Finn asked.

The room was suspended in silence as they waited. Finn felt Leo squeeze his hand.

“Very well.” his father stood from the table. “I… shall tell our guests that there will be no wedding today.”

Finn felt as if he was breathing fresh air for the first time in months. He pushed his chair back to hug his father, tears of joy stinging in his eyes. “Thank you. Thank you.”

His mother put a hand on his back. “We’re sorry, Finn. We should have been more attentive to what you wanted.”

“It’s okay,” he said, voice light with joy and disbelief. “We’re okay.” He swiveled and pressed a hard kiss to Leo’s mouth. Leo reached a hand out and grabbed Logan, tugging him with a laugh into their circle.

Finn was floating. He didn’t register the monarchs moving around them; all he saw were Logan and Leo.

They were all he needed to see.

Leo cradled Logan’s face in his hands. “Hi,”

Logan didn’t even answer. He pushed himself onto his tiptoes, settling his hands on Leo’s sides and kissing him tenderly.

Finn smiled wider than he had in months.

Someone tapped his shoulder. He turned, dazed, to see Alex.

Finn’s hug knocked the air out of his brother, both of them stumbling backward. “I’m happy now, Alex. So, so happy.”

“I’m proud of you.”

“Me too.” Over Alex’s shoulder, Finn noticed June wasn’t there anymore. “I’ll be right back,”

He found her standing on the steps of the castle as servants transported her trunks.

Finn ran to her, squeezing her tightly. She let out a surprised noise at the sudden weight wrapping around her.

“You are an angel.”

June laughed. “You’re welcome.”

“Come back anytime. Send for me anytime. I’ll drop anything for you, I’m not kidding. I owe you so much for this.”

June tapped her chin playfully. “Hmm. That might come in handy, actually. You, doing my bidding. But besides, I got something good out of this engagement after all.” She winked and squeezed his arm. “Farwell, Prince Finn.”

“Goodbye,” Finn watched her walk down the stairs. June climbed into her waiting carriage and kissed Heather happily through the window.

“Wow,” he murmured. “Who’d’ve guessed.”

“Guessed what?” Leo asked, coming up behind him, holding Logan’s hand.

Finn slung his arms around the taller man’s waist and nudged his jawline with his nose. “That I’d end up with the both of you.”

Leo beamed.

Logan kissed both of their cheeks. “Pretty incredible, huh?”

Finn smirked. “Yes, your future highness,”

“Please,” Logan shook his head, his smile outshining the sun. “Stop with the titles.”

The end

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mattzerella-sticks · 5 years ago

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Caught in His Webb, a speculative fanfic about what we hope have learned about season 15, episode 8

When Sam met one of Dean's old hunting buddies - made during his time at Stanford - he didn't know what to expect.

When said hunting buddy leaves, after finishing a hunt, and says goodbye with a chaste kiss - he doesn't know what to think.

Can Sam get Dean to talk about his feelings? And will airing everything to dry help Dean understand and come to terms with more than what happened after the hunt?

Sam watches Leo’s truck drive off, waiting until the cherry red Ford disappears around the corner before turning to Dean. His brother putters around the motel packing. Face hidden but flushed neck still burning minutes after Leo left. He isn’t surprised Dean bounces off the walls, especially with the explosive farwell Leo dropped on their laps.

“ Maybe in another lifetime… we could’ve had something good. ”

A cheek kiss isn’t the most suggestive gesture, except the only time Dean’s seen a man’s lips close in on his brother’s face was in the heat of battle. Creatures snarling as they fight against whatever shield or restraint that blocks them from tearing into his brother’s face. Nothing as soft, innocent, or intimate as a featherlight press against stubble.

“Dean -”

“We better get a move on Sammy,” Dean cuts him off, zipping up his duffel, “if we leave now we can probably skip an extra night on the road.”

Sam frowns, brows pinching tighter than a rubber band. “Dean… we need to talk.”

Dean’s hands pause from where they rest on the handles. His shoulders stiffen, enough that Sam doesn’t need to see his face to know his dimples are on full display. “Talk about what?” he asks. Gruff, tone warning Sam that if he chooses to travel down this road it’ll be filled with bumps, potholes, and traffic.

Luckily he knows all of Dean’s shortcuts.

“Leo was a pretty swell guy,” he starts, leaning against the wall.

Dean, thrown off like Sam planned, finally sneaks a peek. A fog of wariness clouds his gaze, as expected. “Yeah,” he says, “Glad to see the years don’t really change a guy…”

“So he was like that when you knew him?”

“Not exactly,” Dean says, “Was a lot less responsible, then again he wasn’t in charge of a whole camp. Just volunteered there a few times a week. More so in the summer… once it felt like I didn’t see him for two weeks when I was in town ‘cause he was putting in extra hours. I always felt like the bad influence, telling him to take time for himself so me and him could…” The smile slowly blossoming on his face withers away in the next moment as Dean catches onto Sam’s ploy. “No.”

“Dean -”

“I said no, Sam.” he barks, ripping open his duffel once more, “I don’t want to talk about our history, don’t care how much you want to.”

“ Our ?”

“Our what ?”

“You said our,” Sam smirks, “As in your’s and his… meaning there is history.”

“So?” Dean asks, attempting to play cool even as his shaky fingers give him away, “you and I got a past. That’s our history. Don’t know why you have to say it like that ‘bout me and Leo.”

“Because our history isn’t… your’s and Leo’s history.”

Dean digs further into his bag, messing with the already perfect packing. Unfolding jeans and wrinkling shirts, tossing guns and blades like they were wadded balls of paper instead of weapons. Sam huffs, pushing off the wall and gliding towards his brother. He takes the plaid shirt from Dean’s hands - knuckles pale, freckles pronounced - and sets it to the side.

“C’mon, Sam,” he says, voice trembling, “we can’t waste any time…”

“Dean. Please .”

The plaintive notes Sam spoke jar with Dean, tipping him over the edge. He shoves Sam away and roars, “What do you want me to say, huh? What do you want from me!”

“I want you to tell me the truth,” Sam says, “I want you to know that whatever that is… I’ll accept it.”

Dean challenges Sam with a long bout of silence, unaware to the lengths of awkwardly charged silence he’s willing to suffer through. Showing nothing but honest affection, Sam waits for his brother to fold. He crumples like a napkin, fog turning to mist.

“Shit, Sammy,” Dean coughs, rubbing at his eyes, “Couldn’t you have pretended you didn’t notice?”

Sam shrugs, mouth stretched thin. “Pretty hard not to.”

When Dean pulls his hand away Sam at least won’t comment on the redness rimming his eyes. “Me and him had this thing, okay? Dad had gone off on his own when I stumbled across a haunting here in town… Leo was gonna be its next victim when I swooped in and ran the ghost in with my crowbar. And then when the ghost came after me he did the exact same thing…”

“I figured it’d be a one-and-done kind of deal. We salt and burn the bones and then we go off our separate ways except… Leo didn’t want to leave. If that bastard is one thing it’s kind… saw hunting as another way he could give back. Tried to talk him out of it, tell him that it wasn’t the glamorous job he was thinking but… he was stubborn. And I guess I was lonely.”

Sam nods. “You and him hunted together?”

“Whenever I was in Texas,” Dean continues, “I’d call him up and we’d handle a case here and there, then we’d drive back to his place and patch each other up. I taught him all I knew about hunting and… well, Leo opened my eyes to this whole other world I was missing out on, too.”

“Then it wasn’t…” Sam sifts for the right words, “A one time deal? Some kind of gay thing?”

He can see Dean weighing the options, hands swaying from side to side as he compares. Thankfully Dean chooses and shakes his head. “Definitely more than that. We never put labels on it or anything… with me on the road all the time I didn’t want him wasting away, waiting after me. Whenever we met up though… it was like the world didn’t exist. Of course, one day the pressure gives and it crashes back into you.”

“Dad hadn’t checked in in over a month, and not even Bobby or anyone else heard from him. All we had was… Jericho, California.”

Sam tenses, reminded of ghastly women and burning ceilings. He thought he put that town far back in the rearview mirror, so much so it wasn’t even a speck. But as this year has proven, nothing can stay buried in the past for long. Like the aftereffects from that simple hunt years ago still shake the very foundations of his and Dean’s relationship. Swallowing around the stone in his throat, he asks, “When you came to get me?”

Dean hums, a tight-lipped smile fixed to his face. “I wasn’t planning on coming alone,” he admits, “I was with Leo, getting ready to hit the open road again when I… I guess I was feeling bold. Or maybe cocky… I don’t know. Something made me ask him if he thought about coming along, to help.”

Stunned, Sam unconsciously moves away from Dean. Wobbles with spinning vision, as if learning what could have been was enough to fell his oak-like stature. His mind races at the possibility of Dean showing up in his apartment with Leo in tow, both there to whisk him away to find John. How different the road so far would be. The worst possibility Sam imagines sends shivers racing up his spine. Where the max occupancy remains two, except it’s Leo taking the shotgun seat instead of Sam. Sam washes his hands of any responsibility for John and sends Dean off with a half-hearted goodbye. An apocalyptic decision, he thinks, given the only reason the world’s been kicking for so long is because of them and the friends they’ve gathered.

He clears his mind of the what-ifs, reminding himself that they don’t matter since he and Dean went to Jericho, alone. They didn’t find their father but they finished his mission. He lost Jess… but he found his brother.

Sam focuses on the present and his brother’s uninterrupted rambling. “...a mess, though. Like, what if dad was in Jericho? Leo wasn’t ashamed of who he was… dad would’ve known in a heartbeat what was going on between us. Doesn’t matter now, though, since Leo said no.”

“Why did he?”

“Texas was one thing,” Dean smirks, gazing at a point beyond Sam, “California was another. Thought that by me asking for him to come with I was really asking for him to leave his old life behind which… in a way I was. When you’re a hunter, it's really hard to live half-in, half-out. Leo couldn’t cut the ties.”

“And what did you do?”

“What could I do?” he chuckles, “Tell him he was making a mistake? You saw his life… loving husband, great kids… I couldn’t give that to him. I swallowed down the hurt and left early in the morning, before he could wake up. With a note saying that he should forget about the life… and about me . Then I ditched my phone and picked up a burner on the way to meet… you .”

Dean collapses onto the bed, uncaring to the mess he sits on. Gasping as he breathes for the first time without all that weight crushing his chest. Sam, at a loss for what to do, blindly reaches for his brother and squeezes his shoulder.

“Thank you for telling me all this, Dean,” Sam says, “I… I should’ve realized how close he was to you.”

The past few days make sense, the final piece fitting and highlighting the full picture. Dean’s awkwardness whenever they met up with Leo. His arms hung awkwardly at his side, no idea what to do with themselves. Over aware of their surroundings at all times, budgeting every word and movement like they were in short supply. Whenever Leo mentioned his family he jumped worse than a rabbit. How curt Dean became whenever Sam asked how he and Leo came to meet, offering only one or two words in explanation. Usually ‘no comment’. He figured there was hurt Dean kept hidden, but wouldn’t have guessed the cracks were in his heart .

Dean snorts, running his wrist up his face. “No, you shouldn’t’ve. Leo was my first and last . With him it felt like whatever anyone else thought didn’t matter, and when he was gone I… I locked the closet door behind me.”

Sam doubts that. With the floodgates open, memories pour into his awareness of times that Dean flexed the other half of his sexuality. How his eyes followed a mark a little too closely sometimes in the bar, leaning into them and blaming it on acting ‘drunk’. The snarky compliment here and there, masking the actual appreciation. Every time he deflected violently or made fun of Sam’s preferences weren’t the crumblings of Dean’s fragile masculinity. It was a scared boy, afraid that his younger brother was about to discover something he didn’t want getting out.

“Not even once?” he asks, “You know I wouldn’t have cared… right?”

His brother shrugs. “Yeah I knew. There were times I thought maybe I… could’ve said something. All those near-death experiences… and the actualdeaths… I was never able to break through those walls though. Every opportunity was shadowed by the fear of dad finding out… even when it wasn’t possible. I’d lose all ability to talk and I… I’d freeze up like a deer in headlights. Kept me from saying a lot… doing a lot… being - being with…” Dean tucks his hands under his armpits, curling around himself.

The sudden pause draws Sam’s curiosity in, his mind leaping ten steps ahead to finish his brother’s thought. He tries to do so, attaching every possibility he can consider. ‘Being comfortable with himself’ isn’t a wild guess, but it makes no sense seeing how Dean was already this vulnerable with Sam. ‘Being with Leo’ tracked, given the lingering thread hanging between them. But he doubts Leo would trade the life he made for himself here, nor would Dean give up his life. He said before how proud he was of the journey they’ve traveled - all the people they helped and the wrongs they’ve righted - and Sam doesn’t doubt the conviction threading through those words.

Although he does consider what life Dean and Leo could have made together. Would Dean continue hunting every month, slowly weaning himself into retirement. If Leo was in Dean’s life could he have prevented some of the crazier things that have happened. His influence a calming force in their Winchester whirlwind?

Maybe with Leo Dean’s chance at normalcy would have succeeded? Waking up every morning with a pair of blue eyes to greet the morning.

It hits him like a lightning bolt.

“Dean,” Sam starts, “do you… you’ve felt this way about somebody else, right? Who wasn’t Leo.”

Dean rocks on the bed, unwilling to answer.

“Dean,” he whispers, “do you love Cas -”

“That’s enough!” He jumps forward, throwing Sam’s hand off of him. “We’re done with all this… touchy-feely crap. My skin’s starting to crawl…” he mutters, picking up the stuff he scattered with a fury. “You know I like guys, big whoop. That’s the only emotional doozy I’m sitting on so let’s get the show on the road, okay?”

Sam cannot turn away. They’ve made it this far, he needs to see this through. “You love him.”

“Sam, he’s our friend. He’s like a brother -”

“And you love him -”

“I did!” Dean shouts, rounding on Sam, “I did love him. Did . Past tense… over and done. Meaning we don’t have to dive back into this bullshit. I felt it, I lived it… and I’ve gotten over it. Stacked it on a pyre and burnt the shit out of it. There’s nothing left to dissect but ashes, capisce?”

Given the grand display Sam finds it hard to believe. He stays silent though, the anger coursing through Dean’s gaze enough to char an iceberg. Sam retreats to his own bag. Cleaning in silence. A beat passes and Dean stomps to his duffle, shoving things inside.

They don’t speak to each other, and don’t need to.

Sam uses the time to reflect. On all the shared moments between his brother and the angel. Every charged exchange in the roller coaster of their relationship. From the highest peaks to the rocky lows. Remembers how friend and foe alike commented, reading more into what laid below the obvious surface. Again Sam figured they swung for low fruit in an attempt to rattle his brother. Actually they were striking closer to the heart.

The way Dean slammed Baby’s trunk reminds Sam of when Castiel died at Lucifer’s hands. When their friend’s grace dimmed, so did the light in Dean’s eyes. Returned only when he appeared in that alleyway. Dean’s face twitched, unable to smile. As if he forgot which muscles were used to lift the corners of his mouth. Or maybe was too scared that if he did Castiel would disappear in the next blink.

And therein lies the problem

“He’s as much in this as you are.”

Dean swerves, halfway out of the parking lot. Sam’s voice echoed in Baby’s cabin, the atmosphere too tense for any of Dean’s cassettes.

His brother squints at him, “What are you -”

“Cas,” Sam continues, “whatever logic you’ve used to convince yourself that he doesn’t love you back… it’s all wrong.”

Scowling, Dean completes the turn onto the main road. It takes one stop sign and two red lights for his brother to respond. “Who do you think you are, Mr. Know-It-All?”

“I think I’m the guy who’s had enough of his family falling apart and is yelling at the reason for it.”

“Me!” Dean shouts, “How is it my fault? Cas was the one who kept Jack’s soullessness under wraps. Who got mom killed -”

“Stow it, Dean.” Sam glares at his brother, shifting in his seat so Dean suffers the full force. “Cas isn’t the reason mom isn’t here. I know it, you know it - even mom knows it. What would she think if she knew you were acting like this to Cas?”

“But -”

“He thought he was doing what was right, and when he realized it wasn’t he apologized ,” Sam tells him, “You said you accepted it, but you still keep him at arm’s length. You barely speak to him unless it’s about a hunt. If it was really about mom, things would’ve gone back to normal but no - you’re afraid -”

“Maybe I have reason to be afraid, huh?” Dean snarls, clenching the steering wheel, “With Chuck abandoning us - for good - we have one shot. No more do-overs, no more hidden fixes. No kid to come by and shove another quarter into our slot, taking us into another level - none of it! And when things are on the upswing for us… that’s when the boot’s waiting to smush us. I can’t handle watching Cas die, again, Sam. The bastard’s more stubborn than you and I… he’ll go out in a blaze of glory before either of us. Where will I be then, huh? Mourning him all over? Wanting to die, again? Why shouldn’t I numb myself to that pain?”

Sam’s anger softens as Dean finally reveals the source of his problems. Worry lines add texture to Dean’s face, aging him severely. “So we have one shot,” Sam says, “now we’re no more special than anyone else. Good. You know how terrible it is being brought back again and again, Dean? Thinking you’ve found peace only to be shoved onto one last ride? With Chuck gone, it won’t be like that again. Finally we can choose how we end it.”

“Everyone ends up leaving me, Sam,” Dean whispers, tears pricking the corners of his eyes, “Cas always gets taken from me, just when I think I have him.”

“ Chuck took him away,” he tells Dean, “Chuck was the one who did that. To make you suffer for… character development . Like he did with Jess, and Eileen… Bobby, Rufus, Ellen and Jo, Charlie… dad and mom . We’re off the page now… it’s our life to live.”

“And die,” Dean says, staring into the open road as they leave the small Texas town, “Would it be more or less cruel if we die because of chance? If Cas gets unlucky during one fight?”

“Then wouldn’t it be worse to have loved him and not told him?” Sam asks, “Some of my biggest regrets are never telling Jess I loved her one last time… or asking Eileen to dinner… we need to make each second count this time around. So stop pushing us away and allow yourself to feel. It makes what little life we got left last longer.”

Sam, saying all he has to, faces the passenger window and waits. The flatlands go on for miles, blurring because of the speed Dean drives. They passed cattle and horse ranches, Dean not slowing down for either of them. He weaves through the traffic, a reactive driver even while stewing.

Overhead the sun dips, orange bleeding into the blue sky. They’re halfway through Oklahoma when Dean clears his throat.

“I love you, too, y’know,” he says, “Figured… if I’m gonna be saying it to Cas. And… don’t really know how many of those we’ll have left.”

Sam mirrors the tiny smile on Dean’s face. “I love you… no homo .”

“Sam!”

“What?”

“Quit ruining the moment!”

“I just wanted to make it clear -”

“Oh like I’d ever get with you -”

“Some people want us, too. And you said you weren’t in love with Cas anymore…”

“I was trying to get you off my back -”

“Maybe I’ll see if Cas is interested in me? I think we’d be great together. We’ve been able to hang out a lot since you’ve been avoiding him.”

“You touch him and I’ll drive us both into a canyon. I’ll end it right here, right now.”

“You wouldn’t do that, you love Baby too much!”

“If we’re both dead who’s going to drive her? Better she goes out with me than stolen by some spaz who won’t treat her right!”

They bicker while the sun sets, and well into the night.

#Supernatural #Spn15 #Sam Winchester #Dean Winchester #Leo Webb #Castiel #Destiel #Deancas #destiel fanfic #deancas fanfic #spec fanfic #based on theories for 15x08 #hoping they come true #bisexual dean winchester #bi dean winchester

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6inchicon · 6 years ago

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Got tagged by @castaways-ask-blog and thought I might as well do it.

1) Nickname

Mira (Meer-uh) or Mr.Avocado Man (Ironic bc I hate avocados and I’m female)

2) zodiac

Leo

3) Height

5′5

4) Last movie I saw

Transformers

5) last thing googled

“Effects of Ming Trade in the world” (don’t ask why lmao)

6) Favorite musicians

Bad question bc I will literally never shut up about music

Anarbor; McFly; Paramore; The Fray; Three Days Grace; The Cab; Kansas; Pink Floyd; Imagine Dragons, Die Prinzen; The Unlikely Candidates; Starset

and a million others I wont list bc they’re considered basic

7) Songs stuck in my head

San Francisco- Mowgli’s; 13 Sad Farwells- Stu Larsen; Wildfire- Seafret; Call my name- The Unlikely candidates; Breaking up my bones- Vinyl Theatre; Going to Jail-Anarbor; Truth Hurts-Lizzo

8) Other blogs

Don’t have any

9) Do I get asks

no lmao

10) followers

I’ve been here for not even a week

11) following

12) amount of sleep

Maybe if I was lucky 4 hours?

13) lucky number

14) What I’m wearing

Aesthetic gray straight striped pants, Green short sleeved button up and a dark beige/light brown sweater over it.

15) Dream job

Foster Care Social worker and a published writer, Or stage acting

16) Dream trip

I’m going on foreign exchange for an entire year in a few months and I really hope they send me to Germany.

17) Favorite food

Falafels

18) play any instruments

I did piano and violin here and there, right now I’m trying to focus on learning an acoustic instrument.

19) Favorite song

Literary the worse question to ask me. I really don’t know. Its between Runnin’ by Adam Lambert or Passion for Publication by Anarbor.

20) Random fact

I’m honestly terrified of sharing my writing so when I did here and got nice feedback I lost it especially since on of the accounts I’d been following for a while whose work I really enjoyed said they liked it.

21) Describe yourself as aesthetic things

Empty beaches on dark cloudy days; Being alone yet together with someone; Bonfires on autumn nights; Autumn woods where the ground is nothing but orange leaves and yet the trees are so full of color with gray skies; People-watching from public transport.

I’m supposed to tag 21 people here but I don’t know 21 people on here so @borrowersunflower @so-very-small @obwjam @tiny-taker (sorry if you didn’t want to be tagged I just chose random from people I follow)

#hhhhnnnggggg #i dont ever do this #why did I do this???

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fire-emblem-heroes-supports · 7 years ago

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Berkut/Rinea C-S Support

Written by agentmaplficent

Author’s Note: While Rinea is not in Heroes, I find myself wanting to see them happy and together, after my Berkut and Azura support. So I figured that the Askr Kingdom permits certain visits from characters who haven’t appeared.

C SUPPORT

Berkut: Please… Please let that announcement be true! Rinea, Rinea, my darling, are you here?!

Rinea: Lord Berkut!

Berkut: Rinea! Oh my love, how I’ve longed to see you once more!

Rinea: Dearest Berkut… The Summoner of this place has said that visits cannot be forever.

Berkut: To hell with the Summoner! Rinea, please, you and Fernand will stay with me for my duration here.

Rinea: Berkut… I am afraid that is not possible, but I will be at your side and shall not leave it, unless there is a higher calling that demands your attention.

Berkut: Nothing has my attention more than my beloved in front of me.

Rinea: Oh, Berkut… Come, my darling. I have heard there is a garden here. May I see it?

Berkut: Yes. The birds are not as lovely as those from your domain, but if they satisfy you, then I am pleased.

[Berkut and Rinea have reached support rank C.]

B SUPPORT

Rinea: I didn’t know that you knew a singer, Berkut.

Berkut: A singer? Ah… You mean Lady Azura.

Rinea: ‘Lady Azura’? She is royalty then?

Berkut: Yes, royalty, but she confounds me more than any other of these so called ‘Heroes’.

Rinea: And why is that, Berkut?

Berkut: She discusses about her fate so acceptingly, she even understands WHY it must be. She will do so for Lord and Lady Corrin.

Rinea: Her fate… Is she destined to die?

Berkut: That appears to be the case, my lovely. I do not understand why! She is a Princess of Nohr, the princesses Camilla and Elise confirmed it with me, along with princes Xander and Leo. She does not seem to care about her stature!

Rinea: She accepts her fate for… Lord and Lady Corrin? They’re twins with the same name?

Berkut: No. Lady Azura’s world is divided into two paths, where Corrin is a woman in one, and a man in the other. It confuses me, yet they both do not seem to care for their position at all!

Rinea: Perhaps they are not so concerned with their ranking. Maybe it’s only about the people in that world… I mentioned Lady Azura since she has greeted me warmly, and has stated that I was as beautiful as you described me.

Berkut: Agh-! She dares talk behind my back!

Rinea: I thought it was rather sweet… She says that you have told her that you care for no woman but me… Is that true?

Berkut: Of course it is. I have only spoken to other women when needed, and none have caught my eye more than you.

Rinea: Even… Even this Lady Camilla?

Berkut: Rinea… A flaunting woman like her is nothing. You, my dear, are a concealed treasure that I will keep to myself.

Rinea: Oh Berkut… I love you so much it hurts.

Berkut: My heart always burns with my love for you.

[Berkut and Rinea have reached support rank B.]

A SUPPORT

Berkut: Rinea? What have you been doing?

Rinea: Ah! L-Lord Berkut! I-I was um…

Berkut: And why are you… in a wedding dress?!

Rinea: I switched clothes with Lady Lyn! I told her that I was betrothed, and she wanted to see me in a wedding gown.

Berkut: I see…

Rinea: L-Lord Berkut? You are staring at me, beloved, my face is burning!

Berkut: I admit that I don’t wish to stop starting. You look… beautiful, my Empress. I wish to see you in one when we return to our world.

Rinea: Lord Berkut…! As do I, and I would love to waltz with you. A wedding waltz… How romantic.

Berkut: We can always practice now. Milady, may I have this dance?

Rinea: Milord… The pleasure would be all mine.

[Berkut and Rinea have reached support rank A.]

S SUPPORT

Summoner: Alright everyone, the week is up! Please come with me to return back home!

Berkut: Damn this time limit! I cannot believe I only had you for such a short time, Rinea.

Rinea: Berkut, I long for more time, but it appears as though the visiting week is over. And now I must return home with Fernand.

Fernand: I shall keep her accompanied, Lord Berkut. No man shall make advances on your Empress.

Berkut: I am greatful, Fernand.

Rinea: Fernand? I shall go with you, but may I have just a few more moments with Lord Berkut?

Fernand: You may, my Lady.

Rinea: Come closer, Berkut.

Berkut: Yes? …!

Rinea: I hope that kiss… will motivate you to work harder.

Berkut: Rinea… I swear to you: I will defeat these bothersome Emblian soldiers, and I shall take Lady Azura to our world so she may sing for us. At our wedding. Your wedding gown shall be one of the most memorable.

Rinea: Oh, my love… Til we meet again, I wish you the best.

Berkut: Until we meet again, my love. I wish you well.

Summoner: Lady Rinea? Fernand? It’s time to go.

Rinea: Farewell, my Emperor…

Berkut: Farwell, my Empress… I shall return to you, and hold you in my arms…

[Berkut and Rinea have reached support rank S.]

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zodiacpostgenerator · 8 years ago

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The signs as Lisbon, Maine:

Aries, Libra: Lisbon, Maine

Taurus, Scorpio: People from Lisbon, Maine

Gemini, Sagittarius: Little River

Cancer, Capricorn: Lisbon Falls High School

Leo, Aquarius: St. Cyril and St. Methodius Church

Virgo, Pisces: Farwell Mill

#zodiacpostgenerator #zodiac #astrology #Lisbon #Maine

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April 23 in Music History

1464 Birth of English composer Robert Fayrfax.

1627 FP of Heinrich Schütz's opera Dafne at Hartenfels Castle. Wedding of Princess Sophia of Saxony. Perhaps the first German opera.

1649 Birth of composer Andreas Kneller.

1685 Italian composer Giovanni Legrenzi becomes director of music at St. Mark's in Venice.

1691 Death of French composer, harpsichordist and organist Jean Henri d'Angelbert at age 62, in Paris.

1715 Birth of composer Johann Friedrich Doles.

1735 Birth of composer Ildephons Haas.

1747 Birth of composer Alexandre-Auguste Robineau.

1756 Birth of Philadelphia composer Alexander Reinagle.

1764 Austrian composer Leopold Mozart and his two children arrive in London from Paris.

1775 FP of Mozart's opera Il Re pastore, Salzburg.

1787 Death of Italian castrato Giovanni Battista Andreoni.

1807 FP of Catel's "L'Auberge de Bagnères", Paris.

1809 Birth of composer Eugène Prosper Prévost.

1812 Birth of French composer Louis Jullien.

1830 FP of Adam's "Danilowa"

1835 FP of Hartmann's "The Corsairs", Copenhagen.

1852 FP of Halévy's "La Juif errant", Paris.

1856 FP of Offenbach's "Les Dragées du baptême", Paris.

1857 Birth of Italian composer Ruggiero Leoncavallo Napoli.

1858 Birth of English composer Dame Ethel Smyth in Kent.

1864 FP of Benvenuti's "La Stella di Toledo", Milan.

1872 Birth of American composer George Arthur Farwell in St. Paul, MN. 1876 Birth of Finnish soprano Aïno Ackte in Helsingfors.

1877 Birth of Polish soprano Elena Ruskowska in Lemberg.

1881 Birth of composer Otakar Sini.

1881 FP of Gilbert & Sullivan's operetta Patience at the Opéra-Comique in London.

1882 Birth of composer and conductor Albert Coates, in St Petersburg, Russia.

1883 Birth of Belgian baritone and composer Armond Crabbé in Brussels.

1890 Birth of American conductor and composer Donald Tweedy.

1891 Birth of Russian composer Sergei Prokofiev.

1900 Birth of French composer Henry Barraud in Bordeaux.

1900 Birth of composer Ary Verhaar.

1904 FP of George Whitefield Chadwick's concert overture Euterpe. Boston Symphony.

1910 FP of Nevin's "Poia", Berlin. Florence Easton, soprano; Putmam Griswold, bass and Emma Lucy Gates Bowen, soprano.

1911 FP of Alban Berg's String Quartet, Op.3. Brunner-Holzer-Buchbinder-Hasa Quartet in Vienna.

1912 Birth of American composer Bernard Brindel Chicago, IL.

1913 Birth of German-American composer Jan Meyerowitz.

1913 FP of Schubert's "Claudine von Villa Bella" singspiel, only the Overture and Act I completed, Vienna.

1919 Birth of American electronic music composer Bulent Arel.

1919 FP of Boughton's "The Moon Maiden", Glastonbury.

1920 Birth of composer Louis Barron.

1920 FP of Leos Janácek's opera The Excursions of Mr. Broucek at the National Theater in Prague.

1922 FP of Edgard Varèse's Offrandes for voice and small orchestra, Carlos Salzedo conducting in NYC.

1923 Birth of Ukrainian bass-baritone Vladimir Valatis in Selo.

1924 Birth of American composer Arthur Frackenpohl in Irving, NJ. 1927 Birth of American composer Russell Smith in Tuscalousa AL.

1934 Birth of Italian tenor Sergio Tedesco in La Spezia.

1941 Birth of American composer Elizabeth Vercoe.

1943 Birth of composer Hugh Davies.

1946 Death of Guatemalan composer Jesús Castillo.

1948 Birth of American composer Jarrad Powell.

1948 FP of Andre Caplet's concerto for Ondes Martenot and Orchestra, in Vienna.

1950 Death of Italian soprano Gemma Bellincioni.

1952 Death of German soprano Elizabeth Schumann at age 66.

1953 Birth of American composer Jody Diamond.

1958 FP of Robert Kurka's opera The Good Soldier Schweik New York City Opera, NYC.

1960 Birth of Irish pianist Barry Douglas in Dublin. 1963 FP of Martin's "Monsieur de Pourceaugnac" after Molière, Geneva.

1869 FP of Hervé's "Le Petit Faust" operetta, Paris.

1975 Birth of Russian pianist Olga Kern.

1975 Death of tenor Ernest Wilhelm.

1976 FP of Menotti's "The Egg" church opera, Washington Cathedral, DC.

1979 FP of George Rochberg's The Slow Fires of Autumn with flutist Carol Wincenc at Tully Hall in NYC.

1981 FP of Ezra Laderman's String Quartet No. 6 The Audubon. Audubon Quartet in NYC.

1983 Death of German composer Heinrich Konietzny.

1998 FP of James MacMillan's Why is this night different?. Maggini Quartet at Wigmore Hall in London.

2004 FP of Gabriela Lena Franks´s Three Latin American Dances Keith Lockhart conducting the Utah Symphony, Salt Lake City, UT.

2004 FP of Thomas Pasatieri´s THE SEAGULL. Merola Singers of the San Francisco Opera, conducted by Robert Lyall.

2005 Death of English composer Robert Farnon in Guernsey.

2005 FP of Les Marsden's Concerto Burlesco for Trombone and Orchestra with the Mariposa Symphony Orchestra and guest artist virtuoso trombonist Tom Ashworth, for whom the work was composed; Mariposa, CA.

#classicalmusic #musichistory #todayclassical #today in music history #onthisday

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Never again S14.Ep:12 part 2of2

#therichantsim #let it burn #Blackburn Legacy #black simblr #sims 4 storyteller #My g-shade MoodyLibra #quinton blackburn #Season 14 #Trinity blackburn #The Dreamers #Nadia Banerjee #leo farwell #vanessa anderson #derek dreamer

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Municipal Election Results

St. John’s

Mayor Danny Breen Andy Wells Renee Sharpe

Deputy Mayor Sheilagh O’Leary Michelle Worthman

Ward 1 Lou Puddister Nadeem Saqlain Deanne Stapleton

Ward 2 Tom Badcock Greg Dunne Jonathan Galgay Pamela Hodder Hope Jamieson Wayne Ralph Derek Winsor

Ward 3 Walter Harding Jamie Korab Peter McDonald

Ward 4 Scott Fitzgerald Ian Froude

Ward 5 Wally Collins Paul Dinn Jamie Finn Fraser Piccott Mike Walsh

Councillor-at-Large Terry Bennett Larry Borne Maggie Burton Ron Ellsworth Debbie Hanlon Tom Hann Sandy Hickman Tracy Holmes Dave Lane Jennifer McCreath Darrell Power Art Puddister

Corner Brook

Mayor Jim Parsons Charles Pender

Councillor Katrina Basha Lenny Benoit Priscilla Boutcher Kyle Brookings Leo Bruce Tony Buckle Josh Carey Linda Chaisson Keith Cormier Pamela Gill Vaughn Granter Bill Griffin Maureen Mennie Devon Pardy Brian Sparkes Bernd Staeben Tom Stewart Donna Wheeler

Conception Bay South

Mayor Terry French – Elected

Ward 1 Darrin Bent – Elected

Ward 2 Junior Bursey Tom Gruchy

Ward 3 Judy Caines Warrick Cluney Woodrow French Gerard Tilley

Ward 4 Steve Eason Adam Gear Richard Murphy

Councillor-at-Large Ken Bruce Eugene Blundon Christine Butler Paul Connors Cheryl Davis Shannon Duff Rex Hillier Stephen Pretty Derek Senior Kirk Youden

Mount Pearl

Mayor Dave Aker Travis Faulkner

Councillor Bill Antle Darren Chislett Gerard Curtis Isabelle Fry Max Harvey Tony Janes Dave Kelly Andrew Ledwell Jim Locke Rick Pearson Andrew Power Terry Ryan Lucy Stoyles

Paradise

Mayor Dan Bobbett John Roberts

Councillor Sheldon Antle Coreen Bennett Glen Carew Scott Dawe Paul Dinn Allan English Neil Farrell Tony Kelly Elizabeth Laurie Reggie Lawrence Patrick Martin Anthony Pittman Deborah Quilty Kimberly Street Jamie Thornhill Sterling Willis

Grand Falls-Windsor

Mayor Peggy Bartlett Barry Manuel

Councillor Karen Andrews Rod Bennett Mike Brown Amy Coady Davis Jim Courtney Shawn Feener Darren Finn Lori Hennessey Mary Kelly Tom Pinsent Mark Whiffen

Gander

Mayor Cyril Abbott Percy Farwell Frank Ireland

Councillor Robert Anstey Stephanie Winsor Tara Pollett Gerry Parrott Sarah McBreairty Paul Hamlyn Oswald Fudge Brian Dove Darren Byrne Gina Brown Patrick Woodford

Happy Valley-Goose Bay

Mayor George Andrews Tony Chubbs John Hickey

Councillor Wally Andersen Michelle Baikie Reginald Bowers Jackie Compton Hobbs Shawn Crann Brian Davis Rupert Dawe Lori Dyson Scott Hudson Wilbur Patey Bert Pomery Joe Tremblett

Labrador City

Councillor Febian Benoit Jordan Brown Wayne Button Edward Conway Richard Fahey Junior Humphries Christopher Lacey Kenneth Lawlor Toby Leon Nick McGrath Jamie-Lynn Patterson John Penney Peter Pike Clarence Rogers Corinna Wentzell

Portugal Cove-St. Philip’s

Mayor Joe Duggan Carol McDonald Gavin Will

Councillor Dave Bartlett Joe Butler Dean Churchill Jennifer Dwyer Johnny Hanlon Darryl Harding Cyril Hayden Stephen King Jeff Laham Kerry McDonald Doug Neary Tina Neary Madonna Stewart Sharpe Tracey Whitewick

Torbay

Mayor Craig Scott – Elected

Councillor Trina Appelby Geoff Gallant Ward Gosse Justin Martin Tony Pollard Peggy Roche Mary Thorne-Gosse Brian Whitty Jason Whitty

from ntv.ca http://ift.tt/2xAh5a2

#newfoundland and labrador #news #politics #canada #NTV #atlantic canada

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tiffanie-nicole2011-blog · 5 years ago

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Orange County Fashion Week 2015

Orange County, CA – The California Riviera is no stranger to luxury or style and this year’s OCFashion Week (OCFW) will exude both those traits during its full week of events, beginning with World of Fashion Photography Exhibit and gala at Newport Lexus on Friday, February 27th and culminating in the Couture Designer event at Dawson Fine Art on Thursday, March 5th.

Each night holds something magical and fashionable, beginning at 6 pm with cocktails. Showtime on the runway begins at 7 pm, with after-parties at 10 pm. Each night is presented by Newport Lexus with signature sponsors by Toni & Guy Academy Manna Kadar Cosmetics, runway styling by Betinnis in Brea and will spot light a different charity each night. Orange County Fashion Week is produced by Hauteoc Inc. Discover the World You’ve Been Missing. Discover the World of Orange County.

NEWPORT BEACH, FEBRUARY 28th, 2015 – OC Fashion Week is proud to announce that this season’s 2015 presenting sponsor, Newport Lexus of Newport Beach, will be the site for this year’s SUGAR RUSH. The event will be held on Saturday, February 28, 2015 from 6:00pm – 9:00pm and will showcase makeovers, a celebrity runway show and the Fashionably Responsible Awards Reception. The night will also feature models from popular television show America’s Next Top Models.

Beginning at 7 pm, Brit B of BeachCandy Swimwear will open the presentation showcase of Orange County Sugar Rush designers with a preview of her latest collection of swimwear, followed by the Fabulous Life of Claire Farewell’s London designer wear. As the night continues, designers Victoria by Elizabeth, According to Kimberly and Men’s Undercover Underwear debuts an exciting runway tribute to OC Fashion Week’s to retailers and fashion designers that embrace both cause and commerce in their business practices. Jewelry, handbag and accessories designers will showcase their goods, alongside pop-up shops with a portion of the proceeds donating to Working Wardrobes, which has helped more than 70,000 victims of abuse and addiction regain control of their lives by helping them dress for success.

Additionally, guests will have the opportunity to receive makeovers throughout the evening by Manna Kadar Cosmetics founder and CEO Manna Kadar. A noted industry expert, beauty editor and makeup artist to an impressive roster of celebrity clients, Manna has made her mark as a true trendsetter in the world of beauty.

Other evening highlights include a runway show featuring past contestants from America’s Next Top Model and up-and-coming designers that give back to this fashion-studded evening.

Meet the Designers:

Brit B. of BeachCandy Swimwear: A native of Orange County, with her signature store in Corona del Mar, Brit B. creates custom swimsuits for clients with the goal of making every woman feel beautiful and comfortable.

Claire Farwell of Claire Farwell London: A former model and survivor of cancer, Farwell has not only succeeded in one of the toughest industries she has also been a tireless supporter of women fighting cancer.

Manoni Handbags and Accessories: Hand-crafted out of full-grained ostrich and crocodile, every handbag is designed for the chic, fashion-forward-thinking woman.

Victoria by Elizabeth: Pencil Skirt Designers innovating style bringing the elegance of women, by heart and soul.

Kimberly Luu of According to Kimberly: Born and raised in Orange County, the multitalented Luu is a clinician, blogger and designer whose first design won Top Five at OC Fashion Week’s 2011 Designer competition. That was just the beginning of her success story.

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What a Betty

What A Betty designs have been seen everywhere from gorgeous brides, to celebrities on the red carpet and has been on hit TV Shows such as “Revenge” and "VH1", and high fashion and bridal magazines.

Undercover Underwear

Adriana Viano is the owner and founder of UnderCover MensWear Inc. Adriana always had the vision that the privilege of the right, sexy and comfortable underwear and loungewear should not only be for women. She always believed that men were in need of their own "Victoria’s Secret". UnderCoverMensWear.com is an on line only boutique with unique and innovative products carefully chosen from around the world. All items sold in the on line store will not be found in any department stores.

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