#let's talk about fears and dreams and share all of our deepest darkest secrets

[seyoonlgc]

stargaze @lgcyoojoon

If the stars were out, Seyoon wasn't looking at them. His attention was entirely on Yoojoon, and the chill that was gathering in the air now due to the departure of the sun.

Summer couldn't last forever and soon, the leaves on trees would turn gold, then brown. Beautiful one last time until they fall forgotten onto the streets and eventually end up swept away like trash. Nothing good ever lasted, and that was a fact.

He buried his face into the crook of Yoojoon's neck and inhaled deeply. His stepbrother smelled comforting - earthy like the ground he'd flop down on after a long day of berry harvesting and vanilla like the secret ingredient that was in grandma's almond cookies. Despite having never stepped a foot inside Seyoon's home in Canada, Yoojoon somehow embodied it.

"Yoojoonie," he started, subconsciously fiddling with a corner of the wool blanket they threw under them. "Tell me a secret." It felt like that sort of night.

[xxdoubledaisyxx]

I am sorry to inform you that on account of the man of the prophecy having a disability that prevents his ability to live a normal life and meet his basic needs, I will need a partner to save everyone. Someone on the female side of power who can wield the true power with my will in total harmony and share the dream that I wish to accomplish as though it is her very own, which in fact it is for most people.

Normally a man or woman could do the saving power alone as an individual, the same way I do in Life in general as a humble, God-fearing solo-player in real life. On account of this being the Apocalypse, any person can and will be called to the moment to answer for their part to eternity. I am literally disabled.

There was no mistake nor accident. A totally chill breeze from mc'fly slick boy old school the way we always be doing this or that whenever we be doing anything for whatever and no why at all to tell about it so people can receive the way of the story by the Lord's grace from me. It's my main product's application to grace out the jingle bells and knock some egg heads against their own hen houses.

Those problems on the media they argue about on mass media... whatever they think they need to talk about incessantly, day after day as if none of those idiots have a sack to count for the princess' team at an away game. maybe they don't.

none of my business, and I don't care anyway. You pulled me out of the depths of the deepest, darkest pit of human evil and found me grateful with a fitting gift. before being on my way.

I've seen stuff and come to contend with the most evil and ruthless criminal masterminds who played my life in their private game of gods. dastards. don't worry about what I will think of your own problems, and more importantly, don't let me see you have a problem with me.

That is my problem then and now, back shut.

be kinder to each other with an effort of sincerity, without sin.

It's that easy. I know you want to do stuff in secret, because I do that stuff and lots, lots more, and it's nothing to waste time over. You do too, and disclosure is automatic.

the American Resolution, will be easily done by use of the one power, to each their own.

That's what I did to take control of the world by force and humble the arrogant fools who are disgracing America's dignity with their shameful behavior in public court.

To teach you this good faith in the way of the Story I wrote StoryTeller, and their embarassing behavior in threatened response intends to prevent that from happening while they try to scheme some way to hurt all of us. The god damn government. It's secret meetings, in the light of public television being obscured so that the intentions of our government's actions are not available to know to the public.

Who the fuck do they think they are to turn the government around and try to use it for the explicit purpose it was designed to prevent from happening ever again in 1776 and the end of Imperial England. Did it look like it worked? It did.

They have no idea what they stepped in, when they thought they could squash me.

[triplexdoublex]

My Ex’s Best Friend

Part 2/Epilogue here

Pairing: Mod Sun x Reader

Warnigs/Tags: nothing much just fluffy smut

Fun fact: Mod Sun and I really do share a birthday, down to the exact year! Also this was inspired by his song Tell Me All Your Secrets and I was picturing long curly haired Mod like in the video when I wrote this.

You and Mod Sun had been friends from practically your very first breath, long before he became famous, back when he was just Derek Smith. Your mothers shared a maternity room in the hospital the night you were both born. They became quite close and stayed in touch. Not only did you share a birthday, you shared everything with each other over the years as you grew up; from first teeth, first words, first steps to first heartbreaks, first time getting high, and also both your parents' divorce. You shared everything; there was nothing you didn't know about each other. You told each other your deepest darkest secrets, your fears, your dreams, and everything in between. Even as adults you’ve been by each other's side. He always made you laugh even through your spouts of depression and anxiety, and you were there for him during his rise to fame and when he struggled with his sobriety and also through his messy breakup with Bella. Despite all that, the two of you never saw each other as anything more than friends. Perhaps it was because your connection was so deeply rooted in friendship since birth, that the thought of being together romantically had never crossed either of your minds. In fact, he would often set you up with his friends, which is how you started dating Colson; Mod’s best friend. It wasn’t until the night Mod was there for you when you and Colson broke up that you realized how perfect you were for each other.

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“Hey, you weren’t sleeping were you?” You said when Mod picked up your call at 3:00 am.

“Nah, girl you know I’m a night owl. Whoooo whoooo,” he laughed. “What’s good?”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Nothing, actually. That’s kinda why I’m calling. I was wondering if I could stay at your place for a bit, me and Colson broke up.”

“Awww nooo! Yeah of course you can stay here. Lemme go get something set up for you, and you can tell me all about it when you get here, okay?” He said sweetly.

“Okay, thank you so much,” you answered. “See you in a few.”

***********

“Hey, come in, come in,” Mod welcomed you at the door, shirtless in a pair of tie-dye joggers. “I set up the pull-out bed out here for you but it’s actually not very comfortable and I want you to get a good night's sleep, so you take my bed. I’ll sleep out here.”

“No, I’ll take the pull-out, it's fine,” you responded. “I doubt I’ll sleep anyways, too much on my mind.”

“I insist,” he said as he grabbed your bags, carrying them into his room. “I’m gonna go make you some tea, and then you can tell me what happened.”

While he brewed your tea, you changed into an oversized nightshirt you had packed and climbed into bed, fluffing the pillows so you could sit upright.

“Here ya go,” he carefully carried the cup of tea over to you. “Careful it’s still hot.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, wrapping your hands around the warm cup.

“Okay girl, so tell me what is going on,” he said as he plopped himself at the end of the bed lying on his stomach. “Am I gonna have to beat Kells ass?” He joked knowing he could never win in a fight against him.

“No,” you started sadly. “It was mutual. We’re just too different for each other, ya know. Like our love languages are just not compatible.”

“I totally get that, I do. People really underestimate the power of love languages. You could meet the nicest person in the world but if you ain’t vibing on that same level, it ain’t gonna work.” 

“Exactly, like I need words of affirmation and quality time, and let's be honest that's not easy for Kells to do. He’s a busy man, I can’t fault him for that. The little free time he has he spends with his daughter and I’m not gonna take that away from him. So we just decided to go our separate ways; no hard feelings, no drama,” you said before taking a sip of your tea.

“That’s what I like to hear, baby. No hurt feelings, no drama; we keep the energy around us positive,” he swirled his finger as he talked. “I know it sucks, I know it’s sad, but you guys are doing this the right way.”

“Can I be honest with you for a second,” you took another swig of tea.

“Of course! Don’t hesitate to tell me the truth, the last thing I’d ever do is judge you. You know that,” he answered.

“I know,” you smiled. “The truth is the main reason I’m upset is not even breaking up with Colson or missing him as much as it is just me worrying about just being lonely and having to eventually start over again with someone new. I mean ‘cause let's be honest I’m not getting any younger here, and I wanna get married and have a family one day but I feel like I’m running out of time,” your eyes started to well with tears. ”My youth is slipping away, I’m not as pretty as I used to be —”

“Whoa, whoa, I’m gonna stop you right there,”  he scooted up the bed, taking hold of the tips of your fingers. “First of all, you are so so so so so beautiful,” he said as he shook his curls. “Inside and out,” he added stroking his thumb over your knuckles.

“Thank you,” you smiled into your tea.

“You know what I am gonna miss though…” you paused to take a sip. “The sex.” you laughed.

“You nasty,” Mod laughed as well, rolling himself off the bed. “Well since you seem to be feeling a little better, I’m gonna go to bed and let you sleep,” he said as he made his way to the bedroom door. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“Actually…” you began, setting your cup on the nightstand. “Do you think you can sleep in here with me? I don't wanna be alone.”

“Sure thing, scoot over” he laughed, playfully pushing you to the other side of the bed. “At least let me get my usual side.”

**********

You both eventually dozed off, only for you to be stirred awake a few hours later when Mod rolled to his side in his sleep out of habit, forgetting he was sharing his bed. Your eyes  — still heavy with slumber — fluttered open to his sleeping face mere inches from your own. His proximity made you feel peaceful, comforted and content. There was something in that moment that felt so ‘right’ and yet you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. One of his hands laid palm side up next to yours and as your eyes began to flirt with sleep again you found yourself drawn to their creases. You gently traced over his lifeline and love line which caused his fingers to flicker reflexively. You tamed them with your fingertips, accidentally rousing Mod from his sleep. His tired eyes blinked sleepily in and out of wakefulness, a smile spreading across his face. Your fingers flirted together hesitantly before finally slotting into one another's. 

It was in that exact moment everything began to make sense; It was Mod, it’s always been Mod. You had searched high and low for the perfect man to tick all your boxes, while all along Mod had been hiding in plain sight.

With your hand still intertwined with Mod’s, you rolled to your side, pulling his arm around you, making him the big spoon to your little spoon. He was so close you could feel his breath on your neck, the sensation traveling straight to your core. You couldn’t help but squirm, your backside rolling against his pelvis. And he couldn’t help the pretty sounds that left his mouth as much as he tried to hold them back. It was then that you knew you needed to feel him inside you. 

You slipped his hand from yours and guided it under your nightshirt to your bare breast, pressing each of his fingers into your flesh until he took over, gripping and squeezing as he began to rut against you. Your chest heaved with want, burying your breasts even further into his grasp as his mouth showered the crook of your neck with open mouth kisses. Awkwardly you angled your head back towards him and he moved his kisses to your lips, parting them with his tongue. You welcomed it eagerly, pushing your tongue in past his lips as well, and tangling your hand in his curls. The warm embrace of his mouth felt like home, your tongue desperately wanting to take up a permanent residence there. You needed more. 

With your free hand, you guided his hand slowly down from your breast to your white cotton panties, slipping it in past the waistband. He gladly accepted the invitation, rubbing firm yet gentle circles over your clit as he continued to kiss and rut against you. You removed your hand from his hair, and placed it over the growing bulge in his colorful joggers, palming him with need. 

With one hand still working over your sensitive bud, he used the other to pull down the back of your panties, just enough to grant him access. He then pulled himself free and entered you from behind, your wetness welcoming him inside. Instantly your bodies fell into the natural rhythm of lovemaking. You spoke no words, your bodies communicating solely with the universal language of intimacy and breathy moans. You kept at it until the glow of dawn both reaching your peak as the sun slowly rose above the horizon. Exhausted, you both almost immediately fell back asleep, Mod still inside you. It was Noon by the time you both awoke.

“Mornin’ Sunshine,” you teased playfully, tracing your fingers over the tattoos on his chest.

“Mornin’,” he smiled. “I — um, about last night. I apologize if I was outta place. I know you initiated it but I should've realized you were vulnerable from the breakup. I should've stopped you from making the rash decision, but something just felt so...so —”

“So right?”  you interrupted him.

“Yeah, exactly!” he said sitting up. “How’d you know I was gonna say that?”

“ ‘cause I felt it too,” you smiled, sitting up alongside him. “I love you. You’re all I’ve ever wanted in a partner. No one’s ever cared about me like you do.”

“I love you, too” he placed a kiss on your forehead. “Like I’m IN love with you,” he smiled giddily. “God damn, why’d it take us so long to figure this out,” he let out a small laugh, raking his fingers through his hair in disbelief.

“I dunno but uh — I was thinking…” You paused to swing a leg over his waist straddling him. “Round two?”

He quickly gripped your ass, “Oh HELL yeah,baby.”

Part 2/ Epilogue here

[script-nef]

Love blossoms through rain and thunder | Akaashi Keiji

Inspiration: [“Coup de foudre”]

Category: angst

847 words; I wish you’d come back

Coup de foudre (n. French)

/ˌkuː də ˈfuːdr(ə)/

 : lit. “thunderbolt”    love at first sight

For some reason, it rained and thundered every single day you slept over at my house. Every single day, from when we were children to the time we were teenagers. 

But I loved it. Because you were scared of the loud crashes and blinding lights which flashed across the walls. Because you would whimper underneath your covers on the floor for a while, then poke your head up with tearful eyes and ask if you could crawl into bed with me. Every single time, you would ask like I don’t always say yes, even all the way into high school.  And I would always say yes, because… 

I didn’t understand back then, maybe because I was too little and didn’t know the proper words. But I fell in love with you, probably from the moment I saw you. 

I can still remember it, clear like it was yesterday. You hid behind your mother’s legs with a pink blush on your face, cheeks chubby with baby fat. You were so reserved and timid that it was cute. A spark of warmth took over my heart as your mother ushered you towards me, to let me help you explore the neighbourhood. It was foreign and weird, like my heart was going to leap out of my throat. Then you smiled at me, the small and shy one which you still give me whenever I compliment you. And I got this overwhelming urge to protect you, to make sure you’re safe and sound with me. 

I held your hand as we walked down the road. Your hand was smaller and softer than mine back then, and they still are today. Or at least, they were the last time I held them. I can’t remember the exact date… about two months or so? Normally it would have been a couple of hours at most. In the morning, when we walked to school together, you would latch onto my arm and interlace your fingers with mine. I miss our morning conversations.

Your eyes were wide in astonishment when I showed you all of my hidden spots, the ones I kept secret even to my closest friends. I don’t know why I did that. But you gave me a feeling of comfort and security, like I could share everything with you. 

That’s why I talked so much during our nights. Everyone around me says I’m reserved and quiet even though I say everything I want or need to. Next to you, though, I could share my deepest and darkest thoughts without the fear of judgement. You’re kind like that. It’s one of the things I love most about you.

My murmurs would fill the pitch-black room, the thudding of rain on the roof serving as white noise. You would let out intermittent hums or giggles to show you were paying attention. I would exaggerate my stories sometimes just to hear your responses sometimes, did you know that? You always seem to know everything about me… Except for my feelings for you. Maybe you knew. Maybe that’s why you share your time with him to me now, to show your boundaries. To stop me from my fantasies.

You would flinch into my arms whenever thunder echoed outside, gasping in surprise. I would pull you tighter into my embrace and whisper “It’s okay, I’m here for you.” That would always get you to relax. Then you’d thank me and fall asleep, your breaths against my skin slowing down and softening. I’d go to sleep too, after pressing a kiss onto your forehead like the Good Witch from The Wizard of Oz, believing it’ll protect you. 

I’m not the chivalrous type, or even the brave. But I want to guard you against all that’s hurtful and bad in the world, to ensure that you’d smile for all your life. Is he treating you the same, if not more? I hope so, you don’t deserve anything less. You’d blush and tell me to stop when I said that you deserve the world. I know now, you deserve the entire universe and everything in it.

When morning came and I woke you up, you would rub the sleep from your eyes and look at me with the most tender and happy gaze. A croaky “good morning” would be our first words exchanged and lead into what we dreamt. You had fantastical, vivid dreams of magic and adventure while I dreamt of a simple day, one with you. I thought that’s what would happen once I… once I married you. Waking up next to you, our limbs entangled and hearts full of love, I envisioned our future being like that.

I wonder if you’re doing the same thing with him nowadays. If he has the same connection we had. Probably deeper since it has a label now. I wish… I wish I could have been in that relationship with you. I wish I was faster, even by a day. Then maybe you’d be with me right now.

It’s raining again. There’s thunder. My arms are empty. I miss you.

[devil-may-write]

Day off [Fic, DMC, One-shot.]

I've had the word "writer" on my blog description for a while now so I figured that I'd start sharing some of the things I've written for once :> I originally posted this on ao3 and ff.net as the second chapter of a series comprised of fan-servicey oneshots that I intended to be 90% lighthearted. Looking back, I realized that this and the first chapter were haphazardly written, so I decided to retouch them and went for this one first as I felt that it was the one that shamed my Creative Writing teacher the most :--( The title's also kinda meh as I never really intended for each chapter to have a title hnnggg

I took a reaaaally (*cough* years *cough*) long hiatus from creative writing for personal reasons so there's obviously quite a lot of rust for me to shake off :--( Granted, I do think that this was a marked improvement from its original version and I know that the only way to get my groove back is to keep writing, so write I shall. Oh and I edited this meticulously but I still have a habit of missing small errors so I'm sorry if you still find any ;_; I'm just a headass ;_;

If anything, I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it :--)

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The Orphanage was as quiet as a mouse today. Kyrie had taken the kids out to the zoo, caving into their demands after weeks and weeks of begging. Meanwhile, Nero and Nico took another job, leaving without so much as a whisper. With mentions of illegal devil arms being sold out on the streets, it seemed that the up-and-coming devil hunter wouldn’t be back for some time.

For Vergil, it was a rare moment of solace. With all his housemates out for the day, the older Son of Sparda took the opportunity to read and meditate on his poetry in peace. While he didn't necessarily despise companionship, he was unable to lie to himself and say that all the wild antics his companions kept getting themselves into didn't disturb him. As someone who was used to being alone, he enjoyed the solitude; it gave him time to be alone with his thoughts for he certainly couldn’t do so when the children kept asking him to "do the thing" with Yamato again.

Everything was proceeding according to plan. As he was busy soaking up William Blake in the living room with the refreshing sounds of silence in the backdrop, he was starting to think that perhaps this was going to be one of those rare, peaceful, uneventful days.

Until he heard someone ring the doorbell.

Vergil was many things, but impolite wasn't (mostly) one of them. With great reluctance, he slammed his poetry book shut and moved to see who his unexpected visitor was.

The local couriers had already finished delivering the latest batch of newspapers around Fortuna, and neither Kyrie nor his son were expecting any packages to be delivered today. He had encountered what the humans called "girl scouts" at one point, but they fled in fear when he demanded to know which master they served, furthering his suspicion that they were simply demons donning the guise of little girls in order to get closer to their prey. Perhaps they had returned to exact their revenge. If that was the case, then it was fitting that the children weren't present today. He could go all out without worrying about major collateral damage.

However, what greeted him when he opened the door was worse than any demon.

"Heya, 'Verg!”

It was Dante. His brother; his arch-nemesis. The smell of pizza, alcohol, and broken dreams oozed from his unwashed coat and shaggy hair, while his face wore the same shit-eating grin that haunted Vergil in his deepest, darkest nightmares. After what happened in Redgrave city, they were mostly on better terms with each other, but his little brother’s wild shenanigans and extroverted demeanor still annoyed Vergil to no end. He was like a 12-year-old child living in a 40-something man's body.

His reaction was immediate and decisive: he slammed the door shut in his face.

Vergil was about to turn around and return to his poetry when the doorbell rang again. And again, and again, and again. The utter buffoon was mashing the doorbell. To his annoyance, his younger twin brother was nothing but persistent. He didn't know why he was here, or what he wanted from him, but he decided that he'd rather get it over with as soon as possible so that he could return to his peace and quiet. The sooner he was gone, the better.

“What?!” Vergil threw the door open, almost causing his brother to get knocked off his feet.

"Really, Vergil? Really?" The devil hunter regained his balance. "Is that any way to greet your brother?"

"No, but it is how I greet pests who interrupt my peace and quiet." Vergil seethed. "Why have you come here, little brother?"

"I wanted to hang out with my big bro.” Grinning, he held up a plastic bag. “I even brought snacks."

Vergil observed that the bag his little brother carried was full of goodies: junk food, and bottles of what he assumed to be alcohol, all of which were most likely stolen from a nearby convenience store considering Dante's current financial status. He wouldn't be the least bit surprised if law enforcement would arrive to raid the orphanage later.

"Then I am afraid that your journey was in vain, brother," he said. "For I am currently not in the mood to entertain any guests on this wonderful, peaceful morning, especially not ones as disruptive as you."

Vergil closed the door again, this time a little slower. Halfway through, Dante suddenly stopped it with his foot.

"Come on, Vergil." He pleaded. "I came all this way just to hang with ya!"

"Then our souls are once again at odds, Dante!"

The older sibling pulled on the door with as much strength as he could muster, but his little brother had the same idea. They were locked in a battle of wills, with one side refusing to give way to the other.

Just like always.

"I don't have any new jobs today and Nero told me that the kids weren't around!" Dante responded. "When was the last time we sat down and talked or laughed over our jokes, or just drank some orange juice?"

Vergil made a mental note to hit his son the next they met. The fool, his own flesh and blood, had inadvertently betrayed him.

"And can you please just open the door?” the younger sibling yelled. “My goddamn foot hurts!"

Vergil fully intended on making him suffer, but relented and complied with his request.

"The last time we sat down and talked was when we were children," he said with a stern, as-a-matter-of-fact tone. "And if my memory is correct, it ended with both of us having a fistfight outside of the house."

"Oh yeah." Dante gave his big brother a friendly tap on the chest. "That was definitely your fault, though. I was supposed to get that last slice of cake."

Vergil glared in response.

"Okay, okay, fine.” The younger sibling threw his arms up in exasperation. “The point I'm trying to make is that you were gone for a long ass time and since we're not trying to off each other anymore like we used to, I figured that it'd be the perfect time to start acting more like normal siblings, you know?"

"And how certain are you that I won't sever your head when your attention is elsewhere, little brother?"

Awkward silence suddenly fell on both parties like a bomb had been dropped between them. The wind howled, as if waiting impatiently for Vergil to drop the punchline to his joke, but none came.

“T-t-that was a joke, right?” The devil hunter stammered.

"Yes.” Vergil nodded. “That was my attempt at humor."

"You should really work on your jokes."

"Perhaps I should."

"So are ya”-Dante clicked his tongue-“gonna let me in or not?"

Vergil sighed. Deep down, he knew that should he refuse, Dante would pester him until he gave in. Perhaps he was a 12-year-old child stuck in an old man's body. Either way, his hopes of having an entire day all to himself would be ruined, and he supposed that there were worse things that could happen today that didn't involve his dear little brother.

"Very well.” Vergil stepped aside, allowing his brother passage. “Make yourself at home."

Dante gladly accepted the offer. Unbeknownst to his big bro, however, he had ulterior motives today.

While he wasn’t lying when he said that he wanted to spend time with Vergil, there was one question that was always on the devil hunter’s mind: who was Nero’s mother? It was a topic he always brought up whenever he could, but it was also one that Vergil loved avoiding. Every time their past conversations would lead to that, the older twin shot it down faster than a bullet, mostly by changing the topic. Call him an insipid gossip, but his big brother’s peculiar reactions only threw more gasoline into the unquenchable blaze that was his curiosity. He wasn’t even close to getting him to confide his secret, but today was going to be different; Dante felt it in his old, aching bones. He had the entire day to find a hole in his bro’s armor. Plus, this time he brought a secret weapon: alcohol.

Walking into the living room, he wasted no time in picking a spot on the couch to plop down on, with Vergil following suit. The older twin made another mental note to ask Kyrie to give the couch a proper scrubbing when she arrives home later; it would be unfortunate if any of the little ones would sit on the spot his brother infected with his filth.

The younger twin promptly opened a fresh bag of junk food from his loot bag. As he devoured his prize with loud, disruptive crunches, his older brother could already tell that he was going to regret this decision.

“Want some?” He held out the bag to his brother.

Vergil was perplexed by the illustration of a large, triangular object that was displayed on the front side. He had heard of this 'junk food', but was never able to try any on account of Kyrie's insistence on keeping them away from the orphans.

Dante noticed his big bro’s quizzical expression.

"You haven't seen a bag of Doritos before?" he asked.

“My son often keeps these junk foods away from the children at Kyrie’s behest." Vergil answered. “I have seen him eat in secret, but I did not have any interest in asking for any.”

"Go on." His little brother urged, shaking the bag for good measure. "It won't hurt to give it a try."

Vergil hesitated at first, but slowly placed his hand in the bag and fished out a single Dorito, nibbling on the piece as a way of testing the waters. The moment it made contact with his tongue, Vergil felt as if a wave of colors washed over his mouth, painting his grey and colorless palettes with a captivating myriad of bright colors. It was the first time he had tasted such a thing and already his taste buds were in ecstasy from finally being given the honor to behold this hallowed object.

"Good, right?" Dante asked

"Indeed." Vergil chewed. "I am in awe at how exquisite this 'Doritos' tastes. May I have some more?"

The devil hunter tossed his big brother an unopened bag of Doritos, which he caught effortlessly and wasted no time in tearing open like a starving wolf descending upon an unsuspecting deer in the wilderness.

“See, isn’t this just perfect?” He moved closer to his brother, reaching out to casually place his arm on his shoulder. “The sons of Sparda, finally not trying to kill each other, just chillin’ like two normal dudes.”

“No.” Vergil slapped his arm way. “You are an eyesore. To add to that, you smell like the corpse of an animal who has been left in a garbage bin for too long.”

”I don’t smell that bad, do I?” Dante sniffed at his own coat. “Nah, you’re exaggerating. I took a shower before leaving.”

“In the sewers, perhaps.” Vergil scoffed.

Ignoring his brother’s scalding remarks, Dante scanned his nephew's living room. It was a little messy, but that was expected when you were living with a gaggle of children. To her credit, Kyrie was clearly doing her best to make the place look as spotless as possible despite the circumstances.

His attention fell on a framed picture of Nero, Kyrie, and his brother, taken in what he surmised to be the wreckage of one of the old Hell Gates during his run-in with Sanctus and his insane doomsday cult. From the looks of it, it seemed that the new governing body that replaced the Order of the Sword had converted it into a tourist site, almost as if they conveniently forgot that it was responsible for the deaths of thousands and cost the city millions in damages after it unleashed a horde demons on them.

"I see that the photo has caught your attention.” Vergil said between bites "That was taken last week when Kyrie insisted that they bring me along for shopping."

"How’d it go?"

"Horrible." Vergil answered bluntly. "I wanted to use the Yamato to procure a piece of jewelry that Kyrie could not afford, but Nero punched me with such strength that I was knocked out."

Dante bit back a laugh.

“He does have a mean right hook, I’ll give ya that,” he said. “Say, did they really turn what’s left of the Hell Gates into tourist sites?”

“It appears so.” Vergil answered. “They have become quite the popular destination here in Fortuna. Nero tells me that what happened in Redgrave caused demon-related phenomena to become quite popular, especially on what young people call ‘social media’.”

“Facebook, huh?” Dante walked over to the photo, examining it further. “I never really liked using it. Kyrie tried to make me an account once, but the first thing I clicked on was a link to a virus or whatever and it crashed Nero’s PC.”

“Then we share the same sentiment.” Vergil nodded. “All this new-fangled technology and the babble that comes with them confuses me to end. To this day, I still have no idea what a ‘hashtag’ is or how exactly one uses it when they wish to type in a message.

“I remember a time when this hashtag was just a sign used to connote numbers. Now, it is in tags or trending pages. Bah. I will never understand this new generation. They enjoy making simple matters complicated.”

“Simpler times, bro. Simpler times.” His younger brother concurred. “They even have this website where they limit the amount of words you can put on a post. How dumb is that?”

“About as dumb as you are, little brother.”

Stealing a glance at the booze he had smuggled in, Dante decided that now was the perfect time to attack. The ice had been broken. Operation: Nero’s Mom was just given the greenlight to proceed.

“We’re getting old, Vergil.” Dante returned to his seat. “The world’s moving on without us.”

“Perhaps.” Vergil licked off the bits of cheese that were stuck on his fingertips. “If anything, I simply wish to understand what a hashtag is. I cannot rest until I find out how it turns a text blue when it is used.”

”But you know what doesn’t get old?”

His older brother stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to give the answer to his own question.

“Booze,” Dante said.

“Specifically, whiskey.” He held up one of the bottles that he pulled out of the plastic. “I brought more than enough.”

Vergil sighed. He knew exactly what his little brother was suggesting.

“No,” he said without a hint of hesitation. “No drinking.”

“But I can’t help but feel that something’s missing.” He insisted. “My heart says that this moment of brotherly bonding is enough, but my soul yearns for more!”

“Your soul is in dire need of an exorcist, it seems.”

The regret that was creeping up on Vergil was now at a full-blown sprint. He knew not what shenanigans his little brother had in mind but knew enough to predict that, as always, it wouldn’t end well for either of them.

“Little brother, it is far too early for alcohol.” Vergil rubbed his temples. “Unlike you I do not require alcoholic beverages to enjoy my moments of leisure.

“Too early? It’s eleven o’clock!” Dante replied. “C’mon, pull that stick out of your ass, big bro. You gotta live a little!”

“I would rather gouge my eyes out with a spoon than live like you.”

“You know what they say: alcohol is what turns a boring ol’ conversation into a party.” He stood and began to pace around the living room in a dramatic fashion. “How can our souls attune with one another if we don’t take a little drop of alcohol to loosen up?”

“Whoever said that is a fool and you are an even bigger buffoon for quoting such drivel.” Vergil placed the bag of Doritos on the empty spot beside him. “You are free to consume as much alcohol as you wish so long as you clean up, but leave me out of it.

“I’m sure you are well aware of Nero’s temper. Attracting his ire would be unwise.”

“Come on, ‘Verg.” Dante moved closer to his brother, jokingly putting on his best puppy-dog-eyes expression to poke him further. “Just one glass?”

Of course, Dante had been in enough drinking sessions to know that the “just one glass” mantra was a load of crap. “Just one glass” always turned into “Okay, another one but for real this is the last one.” and the cycle repeats ad infinitum. If his gamble paid off today, Vergil would fall into that same vicious cycle, which meant that he’d be more than likely to spill the details about his old flame now that he was a little loosened up or just outright drunk as a skunk. The devil hunter always had shit for luck when it came to gambling, but he legitimately felt that lady luck was on his side today. He was going to bet high and win big.

On the other hand, Vergil recoiled in horror. Terrified, annoyed, disgusted, and angry were just half of the words he’d use to describe his catharsis. Seeing the face his brother was trying to put on was akin to staring into the nebulous maw of the void itself. He wanted to throw-up on the spot, but that would mean amplifying his brother’s already pungent smell of decay, so he opted to hold it in as best as he could despite his feelings of utter disgust at the sight.

His brother’s persistence bothered him greatly; the fool would never stop bothering him about it until he conceded. His presence was already an annoyance as it is, but just as he did not wish to amplify the smell of death by covering him in vomit, he also did not wish to be annoyed even further by his constant bugging. Besides, as he much as he hated to admit, he did miss the feeling of having a drink. He wasn’t a heavy drinker by any means, but he still enjoyed a little alcohol from time to time, and part of him wasn’t opposed to tasting even just a single drop. In a strange, twisted way, Dante was correct: it had been some time since he had a drink.

Perhaps it would be best to humor him for now

“Fine-” Vergil let out a long, deep sigh- “I’ll have a glass, I suppose.”

“Alright!” Dante’s expression brightened. “Does Nero have a bottle opener here somewhere or are we going to use Yamato?”

“Left cupboard.” Vergil replied. “The glasses for drinking are on the right.”

Dante disappeared into the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with two glasses of whiskey. Vergil was surprised that he didn’t hear the contents of the cupboard crash into the floor. Taking into account of how much of a buffoon his little brother was, he half-expected him to leave a trail of destruction in the kitchen the likes of which no one has ever seen before.

“Here ya go, big bro.” Plopping back down on the couch, he handed him the other glass. “Fresh from the bottle.”

“How much did you pay for this?” Vergil examined the brown liquid. “I am surprised that someone with such gargantuan debts was able to afford premium alcohol.”

“Hey, the grocery I bought it in was selling it for half-off.” Dante shrugged. “Wanna go ahead and draw first blood?”

“If you insist.”

The older twin started with a small sip. It had been some time since his last taste of alcohol, but the feeling was just as he had remembered: warm, somewhat calming, like something was slowly lifting away the burdens that weighed heavily on his shoulders. Unlike his taste test earlier with the junk food, this was him reconnecting with an old friend, repainting the sections of his palette that were otherwise left neglected through years of disuse.

“Well, well, little brother." He smirked. “Despite your constant buffoonery, it seems that you aren’t completely devoid of intellect.”

“Quality stuff, I know.” Dante took a swig from his share. “It’s expensive as hell, but it’s worth it. Hits you like nothing else on the market.”

“I must concur.” His brother replied. “As much as it pains me to say so, you have fine tastes, brother.

“The last time I tasted alcohol this exquisite was somewhere in the east prior to my visit here in Fortuna all those years ago.”

“This sounds fun.” Dante raised his eyebrows. “Wanna tell me all about it?”

“If I must.” Vergil took another sip from his whiskey. “I would prefer not to, but I presume that I have no say this matter regardless.

"So, it all began when..."

Vergil recounted his tale, with Dante listening intently. As the two brothers were getting lost in their banter about the older twin’s untold experiences, they found themselves drinking more than they intended to, pouring glass after glass after glass. It was a stark contradiction to Vergil’s initial proclamation, who was already on his third refill. Eventually, they started branching out to different topics, which ranged from the mundane to outlandish. This went on longer than they expected, with time wordlessly evaporating in the backdrop.

Dante was beginning to notice that Vergil was a little loose now, to say the least; he was acting less haughty and more candid. He swore that his older sibling was even turning red as a tomato, but he couldn’t tell. After all, he wasn’t one to talk: he was already the feeling the hit of the booze himself. The devil hunter fancied himself to be a pretty decent drinker, but this stuff was no joke. He bought this solely to get the elephant in the room drunk enough to spill his guts out. Vergil didn’t drink as feverously, but he was still going at it more than he probably cared to notice. On certain occasions, he would become lost in thought and start droning on about things outside of the current topic. Hell, he was even starting to smile a little more than usual, which was a weird thing to see from someone whose default facial expression was a frown.

Before they even realized it, the sun was already beginning to set on Fortuna, and their faces were already flushing red from how much they had been drinking up to this point.

“In the end, we lost both the cake and the money.” Finishing his latest tale, Vergil poured himself another round. “It caused quite the ruckus.”

Dante burst out into fits of uncontrollable laughter. His brother wasn't an airhead by any means, but his attempts to reintegrate into modern society always resulted in utter hilarity.

”Don’t sweat it, big bro.” He wiped away a small tear in his eye. “Being a dad’s tough.”

“It is.”

"How is that workin’ out for ya these days?”-The devil hunter gulped down the last of his current round-“Being a dad, I mean.”

Vergil was silent for a moment. He stared off into the distance, combing his brain for a response that seemed distant to him. The older half-demon never really considered himself a ”father”, by any means; Nero would call him dad or pops and he would occasionally refer to him as son but from his perspective, their relationship was more akin to close housemates than family members. It was still an awkward topic for the both of them, to say the least.

Seeing this kind of reaction from his brother was a rarity, but it was a good sign, nonetheless. Lady luck was truly on Tony Redgrave’s side today.

"It is still a very foreign feeling to me." Vergil finally answered. "As always, Nero tries to act like we are a normal family. However, even now I still find it very perplexing that he is my son. He is loud and brash and has no sense of subtlety.

"I wonder why?" He shot his little brother a dirty glare.

"Don't look at me.” Dante shrugged. "The kid was already like that when I first met him. Angry, hot-blooded, always looking for a fight. He punches really hard, too."

"Yes." Vergil nodded. "But at the same time, there is something about that boy that I cannot explain. It's as if there's a part of my soul that resides inside him. I am unable to see it, but I feel it."

“You two couldn’t be any more different, but the kid’s definitely yours, big bro.” He gave his brother a wink. “He even has your eyes.”

Vergil was silent for a moment, as if lost in contemplation. He suddenly found himself feeling wistful. It was odd for him to be this sentimental about a past he barely cared about at the time and as sure as he was that this was simply him being debilitated by the alcohol, he still wasn’t able to stifle these almost alien emotions he was starting to uncover.

He finally said, “Brother, may I ask you a question?”

“Shoot.”

“How did you find my son?”

Dante refilled his glass of whiskey before beginning his tale.

"To be honest? By complete accident," he said. "When Lady tossed me a job about some serious stuff that was goin’ on down here that involved Devil Arms, I sent Trish to infiltrate the Order and get some dirt on 'em before moving in to do business. On the way, I saw this white-haired kid take care of a bunch of demons before going to some ceremony. It was good stuff.

"I barge into the said ceremony and killed the old dude who was running the show. There was obvious panic, a lot of screaming, but I didn't expect him to jump out of the crowd and start attacking me. We had a bit of a tussle, and he beat my face in with that arm of his which, by the way, hit really hard, but I got away. He started chasing me, though. Nero was an angry son of a bitch, so I had to knock some sense it to him more than once but like you said: spirit. I saw a lot of you in him."

Vergil smiled. Perhaps Nero has taken after him more than he initially thought, especially with how much he manhandled his uncle.

"I never even knew I had a son before I departed Fortuna," he said. "In truth, I never expected that one would confront me the way Nero did atop the Qliphoth. Perhaps I wasn't as resistant towards the desires of the flesh as I thought I would be back then."

There it was again. That sullen expression, as if his very soul was plucked from his body by an unseen force. He looked lost in thought, dreaming of someone or something in a distant memory that he could no longer attain.

"Yeah, well even you were young once, big brother.” He patted him on the back. “Don't let it get to ya."

This was it. The path was now open, and Dante wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip his grasp; he was going to ride this sudden burst of good luck all the way to the jackpot.

"Since I answered yours, do you mind if I pop a question of my own?" he asked.

“If you must.”

The devil hunter scooted over towards his brother. Vergil tried to move away, but found himself pressed against the couch’s armrest. His little brother was so close that he feared his coat would melt the moment it touched his on account of all the filth that had most likely accumulated on it from weeks of being unwashed.

“So, who was the lucky lady?” Dante whispered.

Vergil choked on his whiskey. At that moment, he realized his fatal error: he had been droning on so much that he inadvertently opened pandora’s box once more.

“What’s wrong, Vergil?” Dante placed his empty glass on the floor. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Er, I cannot seem to recall.” Vergil crossed his arms. “It did happen a long time ago, after all.”

“Come on, I know you’ve got something for me.” Returning to the photograph, Dante held it up towards his brother. "Who did you hook up with to get this kid?

He stalled by pretending to recall his memories in silence, but he knew that he was starting to run out of time. He needed to think of something right now.

In most cases, Vergil would find a smooth way out of this situation. He would take control over the conversation and shift it towards something else, gradually burying the original topic in a pile of mundane ones until it was laid to rest for the time being. Dante would exhume it in preparation for their next meeting, but the outcome was always the same either way. However, this case was different when one considers the copious amounts of alcohol coursing through his veins that clouded his train of thought. Hijacking the discussion was exactly what he planned on doing right now, but what he had in mind was far from eloquent.

“Before I give my response, allow me to retort with mine." Vergil answered. “What about you, little brother?”

“Excuse me?” Dante blinked.

Vergil’s expression unnerved him. His grin was unsettling, like it was full of malice and scandalous intent.

“Where is your child?” His older brother sneered.

“A kid?” Dante put the photo down and shrugged. “Never had one, never even thought of having one. My job doesn’t really give me time to settle down and raise a little rascal, does it?”

"So, you are surrounded by a gaggle of beautiful women." Vergil continued. "Lady, Nico, and perhaps others you have crossed paths with inside and outside your line of work, and you still have not conceived a worthy heir to our father’s bloodline?”

“I get that." Dante sighed. "But I’m too busy, okay? I’m supposed to be the one protecting the human world or whatever, so a kid’s definitely out of the question.

”I mean hey, we have yours and he already has Kyrie, so the line is saved. There’s no need for another kid.”

“I see, I see.” Vergil nodded. “A fine answer, dear brother, but I believe that you are simply hiding a much, much more different truth that you do not wish to admit.”

"And what would that be?"

“Perhaps the truth is that”-Vergil walked over to his little brother, stopping at an arm’s length away from him.-“You are yet to pop your cherry, so to speak."

With that, lady luck had packed her bags and left for the nearest ferry out of Fortuna. The heat rushed to Dante’s face as he found himself on the receiving end of a topic that he was not keen on discussing, especially with his big brother. He tried to dig up a cool comeback, which was his supposed specialty, but found nothing except the cold, hard realization that his composure was completely broken.

Normally, a shallow, off-handed question like that wouldn’t bother the devil hunter in the slightest, but the booze in his system made it hard for him to think rationally, and he wasn’t just going to let the fact that his brother called him a virgin slide. They were both too drunk to even think about how petty starting an argument over this issue was for men of their age.

“O-o-of course I’ve had sex.” He stammered. “I just don’t have a kid, that’s all!”

Vergil, however, was having none of it and was already consumed by laughter. You didn't this see him this jovial much and, admittedly, in other circumstances, Dante would have felt a small trickle of joy to see his brother this happy. It was rare, like seeing an albino animal in the wild, or a Riot with a stubby tail: there was a sense of wonder that was attached to it; a once in a lifetime find that you'd treasure for the rest of your life.

But right now, all he wanted to do was bash his goddamn face in.

"Oh, dear brother." Vergil was wiping away tears. "Don't tell me that you're incapable of charming a woman?"

“I’ve been on dates before!”

“Then how about satisfying one?” Vergil sneered.

The sight of his little brother becoming flustered pleased him greatly. Dante's face was an even redder shade now as he struggled to mask his embarrassment. Oh the poor fool. Vergil was loving every second of this.

"I see how it is." He gave his brother a hard shove. "You had a one-night stand and got a kid out of it, so now you think you can act all high and mighty, don't ya?”

“Mother always said that I was the more handsome brother.” Unfazed, Vergil retorted. "It appears she was correct."

“We literally have the same face." Dante shot back. "We're twins, dipshit!"

"But I am the more charming sibling." Vergil responded. "With your face and that odor, it is not surprising that women are not attracted to you whatsoever."

"You're delusional." Dante seethed. "Living in the underworld for decades does that to ya."

"And you are in denial, little brother."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not!"

"Admit it, Dante." Vergil flaunted. "I have inherited our father's charm more than you have, and I am much better at pleasing my partner in bed."

"Are you implying that I'm bad at sex?!"

Dante felt a nerve pop. He wasn't just going to stand here and take this shit from him. The younger brother wanted nothing more than to wipe that his smug expression off his face and make him choke on his words.

"It's not an implication." Vergil locked eyes with his sibling. "It's a fact."

They were both acting like children, but were too drunk on expensive whiskey to care. There, in the living room of the orphanage, a stand-off was taking place. Mirroring what happened atop the Temen-Ni-Gru all those years ago, the sons of Sparda stared each other down, neither willing to give the other ground. The tension was palpable. The silence was deafning, in a way: there was a calm before the storm where one could hear the drop of a pin even if it happened across the street.

Dante conjured his Devil Sword out of thin air. Its blade pulsed in a sickening red glow, signifying that it was ready and able to carry out its wielder's wishes. Seeing nothing but red and the blue hue of his brother's coat, he was determined to make him choke on his words.

The younger son of Sparda raised his weapon and pointed it at his older brother.

"You take that back." He threatened.

Vergil was unfazed and turned to retrieve his own weapon. Yamato was leaning snugly beside the couch, but now it was in its master's hands, unsheathed and poised to cut through whatever Vergil wished to destroy. He didn't intend on using it for the entire day even just for travel, but a change of plans was in order. Holding on to his staunch pride as the eldest sibling, he was determined to teach this insolent little pup a lesson.

"Empty threats mean nothing to me, Dante." Vergil retorted, assuming a battle stance of his own. "But you already knew that."

With the powder now lit, it was only a matter of time before it exploded.

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The Devil May Cry van was steadily rolling down the streets of Fortuna with its proprietors at the helm. Nico took the next right, passing by the pizza place that served as their landmark; they were already a few blocks away from home.

On the front seat, Nero had just finished counting the cash they hauled in from their latest gig. Another day, another devil arms deal busted. This kind of job usually entailed a big fight with someone who knew how to use their new toy (to some degree), but in this case they were lucky that the thugs didn't know how to use their stuff and ended up killing themselves before the fight even started.

"Easiest paycheck ever." He slammed the briefcase shut.

"You bet your ass it was." Nico blew a puff of smoke out the window. "Those dumbasses didn't even know what the hell kinda heat they were packin'!"

"Yeah well, that just means more cash for us." The young devil hunter leaned backwards. "If all the jobs we took went down this smoothly, we'd never have to worry about getting hungry ever again."

He was glad that things sorted themselves out when the dumb bastards started to slice themselves in half by accident. He needed the money, but he hated this kind of job; it always made him feel more tired than he should be after everything wrapped up. Getting to go home with the sun still up was rare for them nowadays, but he welcomed it all the same. Kyrie and the kids weren't going to be home soon, which meant that he had the house all to himself. His dad was the only one left holding down the fort, but he'd sooner eat his own shoe than consider that Vergi of all people would be the one to cause any trouble.

"...in other news, a local grocery store has become the victim of a robbery that took place earlier this morning. Witnesses and CCTV footage have all confirmed that the criminal, who appeared to be a shadowy humanoid wearing a long coat, ran straight into the establishment and started stealing various junk food and several bottles of alcohol in plain sight, leading many to speculate that demons wer-"

At the mention of demons, Nero shot out of his seat and turned off the radio.

"I was listen' to that, shit-for-brains!" The mechanic snapped, tossing the burnt-out cigar to her partner out of spite. "What the hell do you think you're doin'?"

"Look, can we just not hear anymore talk about demons today?" He sighed. "I wanna block all that shit out from my head and just relax for once, okay?

"Whatevuh." Nico rolled her eyes. "Can I at least switch to the music station?"

"Sure, go ahead." Nero flicked away the burnt-out cigar that landed on his jacket. "It'd be nice to hear something that ain't your annoying accent for once."

"Hey, fuck you, asshole." Nico cursed. "Your jus' jealous cause your voice sounds dumb an' borin' in comparison."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say."

With music starting to flood the van's atmosphere, Nero drifted off and began to imagine all the things he could do without the children or Kyrie around. Maybe he'd go to the rec room first to boot up a videogame, or he could relax on the couch with a cold can of beer to help ease his nerves a bit. He usually wasn't allowed to drink any liquor, but there wasn't anyone there to stop him now. Oh, maybe he could do both. Both would probably be the best. Drinking some good beer wh-

A sudden brake snapped him out of his dream world, causing his skull to collide with windshield.

"Nico?!" He rubbed the spot on his head that had hit the glass.

"Don't lose your tits, hotshot." The artisan tossed another cigar out the window. "Get off your butt and look a' this."

Nero was back on his feet and peering outside through the windshield. He immediately saw what caused Nico's distress: the front door to the orphanage was open. Not just open, but it hanged from its hinges, like someone had forcibly done so during a struggle. Not only that, some of the windows were broken, and pieces of furniture were scattered along the street.

Frustration started to bubble inside him. He was looking forward to having peace and quiet and leisure greeting him, not the face of whatever ugly son of a bitch had decided to sniff around their home.

"What happened here?" Nico wondered out loud.

"Definitely wasn't a girl scout, that's for damn sure." He removed Blue Rose from her holster. "And here I thought that I'd get the day off."

"What the hell are ya talkin' about?" Nico pointed at the carnage "Your dad probably killed whatever knocked on your door, dumbass!"

"Maybe." Nero got up from his seat. "We won't know until we find out and I'm not gonna leave things on a gut feeling when we're living with a bunch of children who'd follow a stranger if he had candy."

Turning to his partner, he grinned.

"Hey, driver? Keep the meter running, will ya?" the half-demon teased.

"Just get the fuck outta here and do what you need to do." Nico flashed him a middle finger.

Dismounting the van, Nero revved Red Queen to life. With Blue Rose in hand, he slowly approached the orphanage, taking care to assess the situation properly and avoid any surprises that may have been left for him if there were any.

"This is your fault, you idiot!"

"You were the one who provoked me!"

No, I didn't! You did!"

"Foolish little brother! How dare you place all the blame on me?"

He heard bickering from inside. It was his dad's, for sure, but he swore that he also heard Dante.

The young devil hunter threw caution to the wind and made a beeline for the doorway. Upon entering, he felt an artery pop upon witnessing the horrors that had transpired inside his own home while he was gone.

A Category-5 hurricane had ravaged the orphanage. Leaks had sprung everywhere; holes dotted the walls and ceilings like they were blocks of cheese. As with the scene outside, pieces of broken furniture were thrown around everywhere, and the wall that seperated a portion of the living room from the corridor was no more. The ceiling above the dining room had collapsed completely, causing everything in the guest room to scatter all over the ground floor, including the bed. It was one hell of a ruckus.

"Dad?! Dante?!" He called. "You guys okay?!"

"In the living room, son!" Vergil answered.

We're upstairs!" Dante shouted. "Don't believe him, he's tired!"

Vergil and Dante began to bicker again, but Nero was too focused on the matter at hand to make out what they were saying. He dashed towards the living room with urgency, worried about the safety of his dad ad uncle, and...

He stopped dead in his tracks. This time, he felt all his arteries explode at once as pure, unadulterated rage began to course through his system.

The living room was a right and proper mess, but the highlights of this destruction were his dearly beloved father and ever-reliable uncle. Dante was sprawled on the floor, impaled with Yamato and looking like he had been fighting an entire army of demons by himself the whole day. Vergil, also looking like absolute shit, was high up on the wall, held in place by the Devil Sword Dante that was embedded in his chest. They looked utterly exhausted from their fight. Nero could spied a bottle of whiskey, as well as several broken ones that were scattered around the scene. They got drunk and had a fight while everyone had their backs turned.

The two brothers immediately ceased their bickering and turned in sync to see Nero, their precious little boy, with an expression of pure hatred that would make even Mundus himself turn around and run back to his mother.

"Oh shit." Dante uttered.

"Welcome home, son!" Vergil faked a smile. "How was work?"

Nero was in hysterics. He laughed at the absurdity of it all. This was much, much worse than he imagined it to be. The orphanage was beyond trashed. They were already in the red with the finances as it is, but now all the money they had left was going straight to fixing the mess that these two had left behind.

"Hey dad, hey Dante." He pointed at the still-intact bottle of liquor. "Watcha got there?"

"Er, a smoothie?" His uncle let out a weak laugh.

"Wrong answer, motherfucker."

Nero's voice was calm, but his maniacal grin said otherwise.

With a bright flash of purple, the young half-demon shed his humanity and assumed his Devil form, opening his ethereal wings to their full wingspan.

"Alright, assholes." The arms that grew out of his wings cracked their knuckles in anticipation. "Which one of you is payin' for all this shit?"

Dante raised his right hand.

"Okay, okay. So, here's how this is gonna work." Nero approached his loving family, making sure that each step was slow and deliberate. "I'll be using my left hand on ya and only my left so that after I'm done, you'll be conscious enough to pay me from your fucking hospital bed. We clear on that, old man?"

"Please don't kill me, Nero." Dante begged. "It was your dad's fault."

"Show me mercy, son. I beg you." Vergil chimed in. "It was your uncle who started this."

"Oh, it doesn't matter which one of you did this or that." Nero cackled "'Cause as far as I'm concerned, you're both gonna need more than just a Gold Orb when I'm through beating both your asses!"

With that, the arms on Nero's wings reached out and grabbed both brothers by their collars.

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Nico was enjoying her 'cigs when she saw Dante fly out the window and land hard on the pavement.

"Nero, please!" he pleaded, trying in vain to crawl his way out of the carnage.

One of the arms from Nero's wings reached out to grab him by the ankle, slamming him around the street like a toy before pulling him back in through the same window he flew out of.

"Who told you I was done?! Get your fuckin' ass back here, old man!"

The mechanic took one last whiff of her cigar. Tossing it out in the street, she rolled up her window and turned on the radio again.

"What a bunch o' weirdos." she mused as the music began to fill her ears, drowning out the anguished wails of Nero's father figures.

[renee-writer]

Secrets We Keep Chapter 16 A Nightmare

"What did he do?" Jamie asks as soon as they walk in the door. He had been silent all the way back to her house, keeping the vow to be so. He had prayed Gellis would ask. But she just talked with Claire about the stuff she saw at the party. So, now that they are home, he needs to know.

"It isn't relevant." She slips the dress off and the heels, with a deep sigh. He sees the marks they have left on her fair skin. He kneels in front of her and starts to rub the marks away. Her head falls back. "God that is so good."

"I am glad. It is relevant. Ye left the party early because he and his little apprentice was present. That makes him relevant."

"Okay, wrong word. He isn't important tonight. I don't wish to talk about him tonight."

"Claire."

"Jamie." Her voice holds a note of warning. She is still the dom and he needs to remember it.

"Okay fine. But, you need to know I am not happy he hurt you."

"I know," followed by a deep sigh. She does. But, she is really trying to keep him in her past. "Get undressed and come to bed Jamie."

She is back in that house. It smells of diesel petrol and the bleach he insists she uses on everything. She is tied, spread eagle on the bed. His breath reeks of tobacco as he forces his tongue into her mouth.

"Tell me again. Who do you love. Who is the only one you will ever love."

"You. Only you."

"And don't you ever forget that." He leaves her face and roughly bites on her breast calling her to cry out. She knows better. Her pain only makes him more turned on. He sticks several of his fingers and then his fist up her, thrusting until tears of humilation and pain are streaming down her face.

"No! Stop it. I don't want you too! Artifact. Artifact. ARTIFACT!" Her safe word doesn't stop him. It never does. But she keeps crying it out, praying this time will be different.

Her cries wake him. He wakes to find himself pressed against the wall. She has spread herself out. She is crying out 'artifact' increasingly loudly.

"Claire. Claire. Wake up. Claire." She stiffens under his touch but doesn't move. It is like she can't. "Healer. Tis Fire. Wake up. It is just a dream." This does the trick and she looks at him with huge terror-filled eyes. He pulls her tight against him and she clings like a vine.

"Can ye tell me?" He asks when her frantic grip starts to losen.

"I must. If the nightmares are returning. Oh Christ, I thought them and he was gone forever." She pulls a breath deep in and slowly lets it out. "Okay. I was but nineteen. First year of nursing school. I decided I needed something outside the constant pressure to get good grades. So, I went to my first party. That is where I meet him."

"Harry?" He questions as her starts to rock her in his arms.

"Right. I only knew him as Trucker at that time. He seemed normal. You saw him. That is how he presented himself at first. He was older, seemed stable, was sweet, so...It wasn't until a month later that he showed his true colors. It takes awhile in this lifestyle to trust a person with all your secret fantasies. And, besides that, in that month I had...I had fallen for him. Or thought I had. So, I told him my must secret fantasy."

"Ye don't have to." He sooths her as she talks, running his hands over her back and arms. Massaging and comforting.

"I must for the rest to make sense," she laughs suddenly but it has notes of bitterness and hysteria, in it," sense. None of this makes real sense. But anyway. My deepest, darkest fantasy was to be raped." His soothing hands never stopped moving. His calm response allows her to continue. "So I told him. Two days later, he grabbed me as I was exiting into the parking lot at school. He dragged me into his car, with a knife to my neck. All part of the fantasy. So I thought. I had me safe word. I thought I knew him. There was no fear. Just a bit of a thrill. At first. He took me home , ripped me clothes off, tied me spread eagle to the bed,and brutally....he didn't use his cock. He used a beer bottle. It lasted forever. I was accepting at first. It is what I said I wanted. But, after a while, it really started to hurt. A first said, and then yelled out my safe word. He just keep going. Finally stopped because his arms were tired. After an hour."

"Bloody Iffrin bastard!"

"Yes. I ask him why he didn't respect my safe word. He said, there is no safe word in a rape. Then said since he honored my fantasy, I was to honor his. I just had time to ask what that was, when he was on me and in me. "To rape a woman with a bottle then my cock," he replied as he started to thrust. I didn't know such pain was possible. He was gentle after. Didn't touch me for weeks, letting me heal. Had flowers delivered to school. Apologized, said that is what he thought I wanted. Told me he loved me. I fell for every bit of it. A brutal sadist attack followed by sweetness and love. I didn't notice the times between were getting shorter. Until, one day, I woke up with my pelvis to sore to move. That is the day I meet Leery. He brought her to our house. Said one sub wasn't enough for him and she would do things I wouldn't. He took her right in front of me and asked me to tell him I loved him. I did!" She looks up and meets his eyes," I did because I thought I did. This continued for months. The wake up call was when he had Leery insert the ever- present beer bottle in me as he had her go down on him. While they slept after, we were all sharing a bed by that time, I slipped out. I left with the clothes on my back. He tried to get me to return. But I was awake and wasn't going back to sleep."

"Good for ye."

"Yes after over a year. Good for me."

"Claire. You got away. You got away and didn't turn into Leery or him. Ye are a survivor, A warrior. Ye have naught to be ashamed of."

"Must days I believe that. But after seeing him...and her. Look Jamie. I am not sure I will ever be open to love again."

"That wasn't love. Claire, that was hate, and fear. Was control and manipulation. But wasn't love. Was the farthest thing away from love."

"But I thought it was. Don't you see? How can I ever trust what I feel again."

"Love doesn't hurt. Love heals. Protects. Serves as much as takes. More then it takes. Ye can trust that kind of love."

"I need time." She knows exactly what he is saying.

"Aye. I ken Claire. I will just keep reminding ye what love is. Until ye trust it, trust yerself, trust me."

"Jamie, will you make love to me? No Healer and Fire. No sub and dom. Just Jamie and Claire."

"Oh aye."

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BLOG DISCUSSION

Perry-Washington, Mikayla

ENG 1301

Professor Robert Lunday

September 22, 2018

Growing Up

     My name is Mikayla Perry, eighteen-year old student and not much else. Although my life is barely just getting started, I still have a mouthful of a story I could tell about my childhood. From an Alcohol addicted father to abandonment issues, growing up was not always easy, especially as a black young lady. It was always “You are so pretty for a black girl!” or “Your hair is so long for a black girl!” Being only twelve or thirteen years old, it never resonated to me that those truly were not compliments. I was used to being the “black girl”. Still to this day, stereotypical jokes are told to make me laugh by other races. They are never funny. I do not know if others see them as offensive, but they for sure are not entertainment. The obvious “Dang girl, calm down!” although my tone barely has barely elevated, is a common one. Or the “You two look alike!” because the color of our skin is the same. We share no resemblance. I look nothing like this girl. What makes us look alike?

           If it were not already bad enough to be stereotyped in Intermediate school, I struggled a lot with dealing with my appearance. It was always the other girls over me, I felt. What makes her so much prettier than me? Is it because her curly hair is down her back and she can speak Spanish? It was always something. I got so used to counting myself out before anyone else could to save myself the hurt and embarrassment. I have always been a very sensitive person and the SLIGHTEST snarky comment could have me in tears. My self-esteem was not where it should have been, and I never considered myself to be the “It” girl. I was always just in the background, floating. My friends were always the prettier favorites, and I was always just used to being Mikayla. It eventually took a toll on me mentally. I got so used to being alone that company no longer excited me. I was the “nerd’’. I enjoyed reading, and most definitely my video games. I felt as if it were an outlet. It was just me. Me having a good time, listening to my favorite music, which always became an extreme outlet for me. I often had a hard time expressing how I felt, and I felt as though my favorite artist did it for me.

           My father was a major factor for me in my life. If the whole world believed I was wrong, my Father would know I was still right. He struggled with an alcohol addiction and sometimes heavy drugs. I loved my father to death. I was young, and it was difficult seeing the man who has raised me, struggle with himself. Little did I know, he would go on to pass me his mental issues. I never thought of it as anything major when I was young. “Everyone gets sad sometimes, right?” I thought. But as I grew older, I began to realize that this was no ordinary sadness. I would experience very manic depressions for a while, and then suddenly be over it and not even know the reason behind the madness.

           Eventually, I was living with only an older sister and a single mother; a woman who somehow always made it happen for us. We did not have the most money growing up, but we always had each other, and I could not be more thankful. We did not always have the newest shoes, but they were still nice, and I liked them. We did not have the fanciest car, but we had one that was reliable. Having my family in such a time of need made me appreciate the person that I am and brought me out of the darkest place. I enjoyed being around them and that made me enjoy being myself. I Started to love being Me. I realized it is not about what you have, but who you have. If I did not have these lovely women, where would I be? From Whom would I receive my words of encouragement, my extra push? If I did not think I could do it, they did. I value these women although they do not know it, they taught me to value myself. I am not who this world may see me as: Just another “black girl”. I’m a beautiful, intelligent, and stunning young woman. I love to help others feel better about themselves because I wish I had someone do it for me while growing up. I want to be that extra push for others. If they feel they do not have it, I want to let them know that they do. Nothing about your struggle will go unseen with this universe. Although I am still teaching myself this aspect, everything will work out the way it is supposed to. You will eventually get that peace that you are chasing, by any means.

           Although I feel as My older sister and I are VERY much different, we are also so much alike in a sense. We have the same sense of humor, but different point of views. These differences are not major due to the fact that we spend almost every waking day seeing each other. We have always been bonded from certain experiences. When we were younger we lived with our aunt and our two cousins. That arrangment brought together many different personalities under one roof. They often fought with each other while me and my sister would sit down and watch tv together, or just simply talk. Although we disagreed a lot, we did not feel the need to yell about it. We left it alone. They were always a bit loud while me and my sister were relaxed. I often stayed to myself because I always saw myself as more of an introvert, I just did not know it yet.

           Being young, having peace may seem almost impossible at times. With school and work constantly on my mind, I feel as though I am carrying the weight of the whole world on my tiny little shoulders. College is not easy by any means, but I always remember to tell myself that it will pay off. I have constant thoughts of a successful future and I will not stop at any means to get to where I want to be. I feel as though school has always been sort of a positive for me. Despite the waking up early for twelve years and being there up to seven hours a day for five days a week, I genuinely enjoyed learning and completing assignments. Even with all the deadlines and added stress school brings me, I like to see myself doing well. I do believe that college is not for everyone, but I personally feel school is my pathway to becoming the relationship therapist I strive to be. Talking out problems and listening to others is something I like to consider a talent of mine. I always give an insight on how others would feel if I did this, or how it would impact them if I made this decision. Even though I am not exactly sure what type of therapist I would like to be, I do know that therapy is something I for sure would love to practice. I love when someone feels as if they can trust me with their deepest darkest secrets or can depend on them to give them helpful advice. To me my future is everything and I feel as though I am very promising when it comes to my goals. If no one else believes I can do it, I know I can, and I will.

           Growing up with many different experiences, I realized that I was always the only person I could rely on. Although it does feel good to discuss the spiderweb going on in my head, I still feel as if I am misunderstood. No matter how much agreeance comes from the conversation, I still never feel completely resolved. My problems are deeper than a “Yeah I feel you” text, or a “Same.” Who do I rely on for that? Myself. I want to be there for people who need someone in their future. I want to make people feel as if they are heard and are never alone with their suffering. Everyone has been through their own types of ordeals no one else would care to understand, but I will. I am very passionate about wanting to make people feel heard. Their voice is not going unnoticed as long as I am around.

           But I often have a reasonable fear. No one is guaranteed a job once they earn a degree. Many have told me that a bachelor’s degree in Psychology barely gets you a job, so I made the decision to earn my masters. Even with a good degree, many people remain unemployed sometimes and it is a very scary thought. The thought of going to school for five to six years, seek employment, and get denied by every place you apply to. I am a strong believer that this degree and these five or six years in school will pay off. I often think about the time in between the degree. What will I be doing? Where will I live 3 years from now while still pursuing my dream job? It is all a mystery to me that will reveal itself and I just know everything will work out for the best.

           Being that I am only 18 years old right now, I feel that I am very ambitious. I have big dreams that I will stop at nothing to fulfill. I know that Psychology is the field for me. Many say they went to college and suddenly found themselves on a completely different track than the one they visualized for themselves, but I honestly do not believe that will be me. I have always loved to talk to people and listen to their emotions, because I feel that there is always something that I can say that will offer the least bit of reassurance. All throughout Middle and High School I loved to help my friends. I feel as though teenagers go through the most behind closed doors. I remember this one friend in particular, my best friend. She struggled with depression and was often mocked for it. I do not have depression, so I had no idea what it was like to constantly question your happiness. But I do know, that I tried as hard as I could to make her forget about all the negatives going on in her life. She was the only friend I needed at the time. We were literally two peas in a pod. Wherever she went, I went. No one could tell me anything about my favorite friend. She came over my house a lot, and we found ourselves laughing endlessly at what felt like nothing. A pure friendship is all I have ever asked for. We were there for each other in time of need. We would never leave the other out in the cold. I was proud to have such an amazing friend.

           Everything was great, up until the summer of my eighth grade year. I was moving, which would mean that I would have to move schools as well. We worried ourselves a bunch, until the time actually came. We promised we would keep in touch, no matter how hard it got at times. But of course, things were not the same. We both met new people and the “out of sight, out of mind” rule somewhat came into play. Of course, we still valued our friendship, but not seeing each other every day took a toll on the friendship. Even though we barely speak, almost five to six years later, that friendship taught me a lot. Everyone goes through their own battles, and everyone deserves to have someone. Before me, she had explained that there was rarely anyone who would just sit down and talk to her or give them the best advice that they could. I am very glad that I got to help someone as long as I could. I never want for anyone to feel empty. I believe that everyone should be heard. Even if it is not what you want to hear, you could still stick around to listen. Now I feel like that is where my desire to be a Counseling Psychologist comes in. I am not in it for the pay, but I am very passionate about emotions, and how much people differ from one another. School was not always the most entertaining thing to me, but it did teach me that you should grow up to do what you love, not what you feel like you have to do.

           I have taught myself to pay attention to my emotions more. If it makes me unhappy, do not do it. If it makes me upset, avoid it. There is nothing better than feeling like you have complete control over your own life. There is nothing dragging you down. You owe it to you to live the best life that you can. Whether it is to grow up and be something that you have always wanted to be, or if being truly happy is your goal, there should be nothing stopping you. Life is full of obstacles, and you have to realize that you will get nowhere if you do not overcome them. It is no walk in the park, however, you will reach your goal in the end, if you ultimately work hard enough. The only thing that can stop you is yourself. If you want it bad enough, you will be motivated. Whether it is internal, or eternal, there is no reason that you should stop working for what you are trying to receive.

What I am getting at is stay motivated. You will get to where you want to be with nothing but hard work and dedication. There will be plenty of distractions on the way, but it is all up to you to make your something out of nothing. The feeling in the end will be worth it. You will be where you want to be, knowing that you worked harder than ever for it.

 Afterword            

Throughout this memoir, I discussed some of the topics about my life that I felt were most important to me, hinting at why this memoir felt a bit important to me. Covering subjects such as growing up, or even what made me the person I am today. These surrounding factors in my life were all important and impacted me in a way that nothing else could, positive or negative. Although I wish I could truly change the negative factors in my life that somehow hindered me in a way, I cannot. So, with that being said, we can only accept what we were given to deal in our lifetime, and make the best of it.

[anneesfolleshq]

Bonjour et bienvenue! Paris welcomes you, our Just, Augustin Badeaux ! May we say, you’re the spitting image of Pedro Pascal! Please make your presence known within 24 hours, and do have a look at our checklist before setting out into the city on your own.                                                                                      À bientôt!

MUN

Name/Alias: Max

Preferred Pronouns: they/them

Age: 19

Timezone: gmt+1, aka France, and I will be online mostly during the evenings/nights since I have a pretty fucked up sleep schedule that makes it impossible for me to be alive in the mornings.

Any Triggers?: I have none

MUSE

Chosen Skeleton: The Just

Muse Name: Augustin Badeaux

Muse Age: 49

Chosen FC: Pedro Pascal

Muse Occupation: Police Officer

Muse Affiliation & Frequent Haunts: Augustin lives in Montmartre, but his patrols lead him everywhere in Paris, so it would probably be fair to say that he has no affiliation whatsoever. He’s affiliated to justice.

He will be seen at Parc Montsouris’ café every morning at the end of his night patrol, mostly because it’s one of the only cafés that is open so early in Paris.

Direct from Le Petit Journal: It seems that after taking care of bar brawls and other night crimes, not even Mr Badeaux himself will be discounted from the pleasures of the flesh offered by the Moulin Rouge’s luxurious boudoirs. But it leads to wonder: is there a particular person in there who has stolen the heart of Paris’s personal guardian, and if so, what is the name of this remarkable woman?

BIOGRAPHY

(I got carried away, I’m so sorry, probably none of this makes sense and I’m too excited to proofread)

Augustin Badeaux’s life has been, since the very beginning, cadenced and influenced by powerful women. His mother, who came to France in the middle of the XIXth century in order to escape her violent husband, was an independent Chilean woman whose only purpose in life was to offer the best environment for her only son. They lived together in a small Brittany cottage, hiding from a foreign world and sharing everything from secrets to hopes. Augustin was raised fairly to care for respect, and even when her mother found a new love in the crook of a common policeman’s elbow, there was nothing for the young man to complain about. He even found inspiration in his very first father figure, and as the years went by and two sisters were born, the role of big brother ruled Augustin’s life like a lighthouse in the middle of a tempest.

He was 21 when his mother and step-father both died during a bank robbery and, wondering how the hell something so unfair could happen to people who had never done anything wrong, Augustin found himself powerless against a turn of events he couldn’t even begin to understand. Three years later, jobless, wretched and with the tiniest remnants of inheritance left at his belt, Augustin made his way to Paris while leaving behind his two sisters ; as if everything would find meaning in the city where even the cobblestones had a voice.

Becoming a policeman was easy, and by the age of 27, Augustin was already an inspector with a good reputation. He was known to be fair and driven by the purest kind of motivation, his world was split in black and white and none of his decisions were biased, which made him reliable to his superiors who found it easy to trust him. His life didn’t have much rhythm, he would sleep, eat, work, send news to his sisters, work, eat and the same cycle would start again, day by day, without interruption.

But then, everything changed as another woman entered his life.

They met in the back of a dark alley, drops of rain happily dancing on wet shoulders to celebrate their meeting: she was escaping from the scumbags he was chasing, she was disgusted by men and he was afraid to feel. Yet, to this day, Augustin would still call it love at first sight for them both. They had barely greeted each other that he was taking her hand and leading her to the café next door. They sat and talked. Her breathless and him speechless. She was a Tahitian muse whose beauty had inspired a greedy painter and, in-between canvases and kisses, she had been stolen from her green landscapes to be exposed like a marble statue inside smoky salons. As always, the artist grew tired of his living inspiration and threw her away in the streets, as if there was no soul left in her bright eyes or delicate hands. Lost and homeless, she found herself selling her body for a few sous, gaining popularity little by little thanks to her exotic beauty, saving up money that would hopefully once send her back to her roots.

But now, she was fleeing from clients she couldn’t satisfy anymore, tired to the bones of this way of living, and Augustin encountered the desire to keep her away from this putrid world she had been trapped into. He had seen women of her profession beaten to death in the streets of Paris, bald from stress and grey from despair, and there was no way he would let it happen to such an exceptional woman. That’s what he was fighting for, he reminded himself endlessly, to save everyone who needed to be saved in any way possible, no matter their social class or the danger of the case.

They did everything fastly, as if Fate had found the perfect match and couldn’t stop the sparks from flaring off their relationship.

Augustin and Simone Badeaux. The inséparables.

They got married under the unusually blue sky of Paris’ Spring, moved in a tiny flat during Summer, counted the stars of October’s chilly nights and made love to keep their skins warm from the frozen Winter.

In front of her, Augustin behaved like an open book, she could read his expressionless face within seconds and she rescued his sanity from the darkest nights of Paris that followed him even under the sunlight. He would come home with bleeding knuckles which she would kiss to keep the pain at bay, and she would tell him stories of Tahiti’s people to hunt the nightmares away. He would unfold under her touch like a thread of velvet before leaving her warmth for his second lover, his feet hitting the pavements of Paris with a never-ending thirst to fight the crime. He was born to be a warrior of the law, and she understood that her man would never be hers entirely whilst criminality was still in action under their window.

One morning, after they had read the newspapers, she told him about the little soul he had planted inside her belly, and another love story was born at their fingertips. He was 31, she was 26, and it was time for Fate to take back what had been loaned.

In 1905, Marie-Rose, named after her two grandmothers, was brought to life pulled by a cart swinging between the Gates of Heaven and Hell. A bubble of bitterness had been popped to save her instead of her mother and, in the core of Augustin’s palm, she was saved from any danger the world would ever throw in her path.

Surrounded by the anguish of his wife’s death, Augustin found a new purpose in the crooked smile of their child, and as the years went by, the pang in his chest loosened in lieu of letting room for pride and adoration.

He raised her as well as a single father could in these times of incoming war. He got himself a spot in Clemenceau’s brigades, becoming one of the Tiger’s best officers, which awarded him a good pay to educate Marie-Rose with tutors of all sorts. Some nights, rugged thumbs would still stroke the corner of Simone’s photos as Augustin choked on the memory of his lost love, and those times were the only moments when gangs and Paris were forgotten to let room for the little man that was hidden behind his loud reputation.

Soon, the war claimed his body with hungry claws, and the despair of leaving his precious girl was nearly enough to drive Augustin mad. He was a man of Justice, yes, but not the one built out off canons and torn apart families.Thankfully, Marie-Rose was left in the trusted hands of his half-sister, and Augustin was able to focus on their society’s cry for help. Lives were taken, injuries were sustained, and there was no words to put on the pain that had now settled in the deepest parts of his being.

Coming home after a few years away, right leg limply leading the way, father and daughter were reunited and this chapter was for the most part put behind their back. It seemed as though a silent veil had been placed over this era, establishing another taboo in the household, and the only traces of these years spent apart took place at night in sleepless dreams and during winter when aches would strike out of nowhere, reminders of a world tainted red.

Augustin was 42 when he came back from the war, and the only thing that made him smile was Marie-Rose’s laughter.

It changed him, of course, and the man who had once been the nice young officer was known as a righteous man of justice who, unlike most people these days, remained unbribed and out of reach. More missions were placed on his shoulders, some ungrateful and others ruthless, as if he was the only man who had  the strength of mind to accomplish them. Which wasn’t wrong. But he could feel it, the shift of mentalities that was occurring everywhere, from dark alleys to politician’s offices. In his strength, he realized, Augustin had never been weaker. His patrols brought some security in the streets, he was feared because he had no limits when it came to order, and it was this fact that made the gangs restless. No new businesses would flourish until he had retired, and being a pawn in the grand schemes of power was the last thing he needed, considering Marie-Rose’s position in Paris.

She was 18 and recognizable, which made her an easy target if anyone ever decided to take action against him. He was more afraid for her than ever, and he couldn’t protect her anymore. Because his job wasn’t done, he couldn’t stop now during Paris’ highest criminal ratios, which made Augustin restless ; exhausted. His soul was torn apart between his job and his daughter, and if a choice ever had to be done, it would probably mean the end of Monsieur Badeaux.

POTENTIAL PLOTS/CONNECTIONS

Obviously there’s going to be a lot of Augustin and Marie-Rose interactions, and I feel like it’s time for them both to unbury ghosts of the past. Marie-Rose surely desires to know more about her mother since the subject has always been taboo in the household, and Augustin can’t keep it away from her anymore. These two are in the ride for both fluffy and angsty as fuck threads and I’m sure as hell ready!

I want to explore the relationship between Leon and Augustin as much as possible. I want Augustin to grow wary to a point where he turns his back on Leon and has to investigate on him, which probably won’t end up good. I want everything. Leon treating Augustin like shit? Okie dokie. Leon protecting Augustin from the mobsters? goood!

Same for Charlotte.

The Endurer : I just want Augustin and Guillaume to be friends omg, these two would be awesome together and man, they are widower buddies!

Some badass stuff should definitely happen between Rita and Holst, because these are the people who basically make Augustin frown and go all suspicious.

Arturo’s face won’t survive if he ever lays a hand on Marie-Rose (which is the case for anyone else tbh)

I’m pretty open to many things, so in a way, all the characters could lead to a specific connection.

[eloissaadni]

10 Signs of a True Friendship That Lasts Forever

We live in an era where we can make friends quite easily online. It just takes a little searching to find groups where we might fit in, and we can choose from thousands of people to chat with. However, online friends can never take the place of real life friendship.

Studies show that even if people have thousands of Facebook friends, they usually only have one or two close friends in real life. We need face-to-face interaction with people in order to survive, and unfortunately, rates of loneliness are increasing across the globe.

In fact, according to study published in the American Sociological Review, most people in the U.S. have only one close friend. 25% have no friends at all. This is dangerous to our health; loneliness has been associated with the same risks as smoking 15 cigarettes per day.

If you have even one good friend in your life, however, you should consider yourself lucky. Not everyone has someone they can count on, unfortunately. On the other side of things, if you ever notice someone who seems lonely, don’t be afraid to strike up a conversation. After all, a friendship begins as two people who are strangers, anyway. With that said, we will go over some signs that your friendship will last forever. HERE ARE 10 SIGNS OF A FRIENDSHIP THAT WILL LAST FOREVER:

1 – THEY ACCEPT YOU, FLAWS AND ALL.

Both of you can let your guards down and be your complete selves, and it feels so good! True friendship means taking off the mask you constantly wear for society and showing what’s underneath. A real friend never judges you for your opinions, perceptions, thoughts, or weird jokes no one else laughs at.

You don’t have to put on a front or try to be something you’re not. A friendship that will last forever offers a breath of fresh air, because you can leave the world behind and just enjoy each other’s company.

There’s truly nothing better than a friend who just gets and accepts you.

2 – THEY DON’T LEAVE WHEN TIMES GET HARD.

This one probably one of the most distinguishing factors between a fake and real friend. In the darkest times, true friendship lights the way. A fair-weather friend leaves you in the dust when the slightest problem arises, but a tried and true friend stands by you. Real friends offer to help you in any way they can because they don’t want you to suffer.

True friends encourage and support you no matter what. If you have a friend like this, hold on to them and cherish them.

3 – A TRUE FRIENDSHIP THAT LASTS FOREVER PUTS JEALOUSY ASIDE.

Fake friends get jealous when you’ve achieved something or found a relationship that makes you happy. However, a true friendship celebrates your wins with you. It doesn’t need to compete or stomp on someone’s happiness to survive. If you have a friend like this in your life, you have truly struck gold.

Many people have friends who would rather see them unhappy and struggling than succeeding. Notice who stays with you when you get a promotion or marry the love of your life. Those are the people worth keeping.

4 – YOU CAN SHARE YOUR DEEPEST, DARKEST SECRETS WITH THEM.

A true friendship gets deep down to the core of who you are. It doesn’t just swim on the surface and discuss fashion, gossip, and other superficial ideas. You can feel comfortable sharing your childhood trauma, best memories, dreams, fears, doubts, pain, and insecurities. You don’t have to feel ashamed or embarrassed about certain aspects of yourself.

True friendship that lasts forever is freedom, because you can finally share what makes you, you. You don’t have to fear judgement or ridicule from a true friend because they love you for you.

5 – A TRUE FRIENDSHIP PUTS IN MUTUAL EFFORT.

With other friends, you might feel like you have to chase them or constantly reach out to keep them in your life. However, with a true friend, they put in the effort also. You don’t always have to be the one calling or texting in order to keep their friendship.

They might not talk to you every day, but when they do reach out, they ask about your life. They care about you and want to catch up as much as possible because you’re worth the effort to them.

Plenty of people make excuses as to why they can’t hang out. However, it’s about priorities. If someone’s important to you, you will take the time to see them.

6 – THEY MAKE YOU FORGET ABOUT THE REAL WORLD FOR A WHILE.

After seeing them, you feel more excited and inspired about life. Authentic friendships offer a perfect exchange of energy between two people. There are plenty of energy vampires out there who feed off a happy person’s aura. However, a true friendship is an even amount of give and take.

Plus, you can laugh and put your worries aside for a while. Of course, there will be days when you both need to vent about things, but for the most part, you have a great time in their company.

7 – THEY TELL YOU WHAT YOU NEED TO HEAR, NOT JUST WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR.

They don’t just sugarcoat things to avoid hurting your feelings. They lay everything on the table and let you decide what to do with that information. People like this might seem blunt and rude, but they do have your best interest at heart. They would rather cut to the chase than beat around the bush, because you won’t grow from niceties. People make changes because someone points out a behavior or habit that is hindering rather than helping them.

A true friendship isn’t built on withholding the truth for the other person’s sake. It’s built on honesty and truly caring about the other person’s well-being.

8 – THEY FORGIVE YOU WHEN YOU MAKE A MISTAKE.

Maybe you said something hurtful when you were upset after a long day at work. Instead of blowing it out of proportion, however, they accept your apology and don’t hold a grudge about it. Friends have fights sometimes; that’s just a part of life. A true friendship has a solid foundation, though, and doesn’t fall apart after one argument or disagreement.

9 – A TRUE FRIEND SAYS WHAT THEY NEED TO SAY TO YOUR FACE, NOT BEHIND YOUR BACK.

Real friends never spread gossip about you behind your back. If they have something to say to you, they confront you directly, even if it’s uncomfortable. Many people hate confrontation and would rather run to someone else than the person they need to address. This is cowardly and childish.

A true friendship has respect and courtesy to talk things out between one another. A real friend would never dream of hurting you by spreading rumors and tarnishing your reputation. They would rather smooth things over with you than let everything escalate out of control.

10 – THEY DON’T GET JEALOUS IF YOU CHOOSE TO HANG OUT WITH OTHER FRIENDS.

Sometimes friends can get controlling and want you all to themselves. This is a sign of deep insecurity and abandonment issues, so watch out if this sounds like your friend. However, a real friendship recognizes that even the best of friends need a break from each other from time to time.

Your friend honors your need to connect with others and doesn’t feel jealous if he or she can’t attend every gathering with you.

BONUS: A REAL FRIENDSHIP GIVES YOU THE SPACE TO TALK AND LISTENS ATTENTIVELY.

THEY DON’T JUST TALK ABOUT THEMSELVES.

A real friend allows you to vent or talk as much as you need to. They don’t try to cut you off or interject; they simply listen and respond when you’re through talking.

THEY RESPECT YOU BY GIVING YOU THEIR FULL ATTENTION.

A real friend doesn’t play on their phone or avoid eye contact when you’re talking. They put their phone away, look at you when you speak, and turn their body toward you. They let you know that what you have to say is important and they’re totally focused on the conversation.

THEY’RE ALWAYS THERE WHEN YOU NEED THEM.

Whenever you need them, you can call and not feel like you’re intruding or bothering them in the least bit. They know they can do the same with you, too. A true friendship that lasts forever allows an even exchange of talking and listening. True friends also allow you to be completely vulnerable and open without judgment or criticism.

FINAL THOUGHTS ABOUT A TRUE FRIENDSHIP THAT LASTS FOREVER

A real friendship is rare, but you’ll know when you find it. Cherish and love the friends in your life who check up on you, lift you up when you’re down, and celebrate your wins with you. Friendship is one of the greatest gifts in the world, and everyone deserves to have it. Remember, if you ever see someone who seems like they could use a friend, offer this gift. It might seem like something small, but it could mean the world to them.

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My lifelong conversion story

What is Spiritual Awakening?

Spiritual awakening/enlightenment/mysticism, to me are also known as conversion, spiritual rebirth or spiritual transformation and is the ultimate goal of any religion. It is the positive result of an existential or identity crisis. See Jewish devekut https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Devekut Buddhist Boddhi https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enlightenment_in_Buddhism, Islamic Sufism https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sufism and Hindu Moksha .https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moksha

Spiritual awakening/enlightenment/conversion/rebirth is a lifelong journey of coming to know God, finding and and living our divine nature.

To put it simply, God taught our first parents Adam and Eve in Moses 6: 59: "That by reason of transgression cometh the fall, which fall bringeth death, and inasmuch as ye were born into the world by water, and blood, and the spirit, which I have made, and so became of dust a living soul, even so ye must be born again into the kingdom of heaven, of water, and of the Spirit, and be cleansed by blood, even the blood of mine Only Begotten; that ye might be sanctified from all sin, and enjoy the words of eternal life in this world, and eternal life in the world to come, even immortal glory."

Another way of saying it is this: "We believe that the first principles and ordinances of the Gospel are: first, Faith in the Lord Jesus Christ; second, Repentance; third, Baptism by immersion for the remission of sins; fourth, Laying on of hands for the gift of the Holy Ghost."

Articles of Faith 1:4, Joseph Smith, Church of Jesus Christ of latter-day saints

https://www.lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?verse=4&lang=eng#p4

If you'd like to see how our first parents Adam and Eve received this awakening, "quickened in the inner man" and scripture recounts on how God the Father, Son and Holy Ghost each personally taught at different times how to be spiritually awakened/reborn and purified in heart to see God, go here http://choosingfaithingodoverfearoftheworld.godfaithsite.com/2018/06/how-god-father-son-and-holy-ghost-teach.html

Here are 3 main parts I have learned of spiritual awakening from my experience 

1. Personal relationship/revelation

Just before He suffered for us in Gethsemane during His intercessory prayer, Jesus said "And this is life eternal, that they might know thee the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent."

https://www.lds.org/scriptures/nt/john/17?lang=eng 

Therefore, perhaps the most important part of spiritual awakening/rebirth and purification is the lifelong personal relationship building with God, getting to know God by conversing with God in mighty prayer & scripture study daily to build our faith in Christ for repentance and purification.

I think I first started really seeking that personal relationship with God when I was about 14 when my parents weren't able to take care of me because of divorce and my mom's mental breakdown. It's interesting how difficult times turn out to be positive because they turn our hearts to God. At that time I started reading the scriptures every day, specifically the Book of Mormon because someone recommended that to me to help me get through a difficult time. The Book of Mormon brought me peace, love, comfort, and joy like no other book could.

This personal relationship with God starts with faith, just faith that God would care enough to give each of us the time of day to minister to us through his Spirit, constantly encouraging and guiding us each step of the way. As we pray and study scriptures daily, we open ourselves up to receive and follow more promptings of the spirit. As we do those things we are filled with more faith, hope and love from and for God, others and self. It's an upward spiral, staircase to heaven. This seed of faith will then grow up into a tree of eternal life, whose fruit is sweetest above all, full of grace, truth, love, joy, and peace to each of us personally. See Alma 32: 27-43

https://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/alma/32?lang=eng

Oh, the joy and beauty of Repentance! Repentance literally means a change of mind. With our free will we decide to sacrifice or give up the desire for a particular sin or sins. We plead to God for forgiveness, confess our sin to anyone else we may have offended and do our best to stop doing that sin. As we consciously decide to sacrifice sin(s) to know God, God can forgive our sin and purify and change our heart, which literally transforms our sinful desires into righteous desires.

And how joyful and beautiful is receiving forgiveness! It is the peace we feel when we are able to let go of our sins and embrace God's love. When I was 19 headed on a mission to share the gospel of faith, repentance, and baptism I remember not feeling worthy to teach because of my past sins, even though I tried hard to repent. Sometimes the hardest person to forgive is ourself.

Then I stumbled upon this verse: "For I will be merciful to their unrighteousness, and their sins and their iniquities will I remember no more." Hebrews 8:12

https://www.lds.org/scriptures/nt/heb/8?verse=12&lang=eng#p12

That verse brought tears to my eyes; I was so happy and relieved because I knew at that moment, God was speaking sweet mercy and peace to me directly, through his Spirit from reading the scriptures.

Atonement is literally at-one-ment, meaning we make a conscious decision to sacrifice our fallen nature's will to sin and then embrace God's and our divine nature's will to do good and right. Our will, desires, and needs for us become God's will, desires and needs for us and his will for us become ours. We become one in mind and heart with God and each other because we become pure in heart. God is intimately aware of our hopes, fears, and dreams and has a special calling and plan for each of us personally to use our talents, dreams and experience to do good in this world.

And we can find out God's will for us each day. President Russell M. Nelson of the Church of Jesus Christ of latter-day saints said in April 2018:

"Follow the example of the Prophet Joseph. Find a quiet place where you can regularly go. Humble yourself before God. Pour out your heart to your Heavenly Father. Turn to Him for answers and for comfort.

Pray in the name of Jesus Christ about your concerns, your fears, your weaknesses—yes, the very longings of your heart. And then listen! Write the thoughts that come to your mind. Record your feelings and follow through with actions that you are prompted to take. As you repeat this process day after day, month after month, year after year, you will “grow into the principle of revelation.”

Revelation for the Church, Revelation for Our Lives https://www.lds.org/general-conference/2018/04/revelation-for-the-church-revelation-for-our-lives?lang=eng

For daily scripture study, the prophet Nephi also said "feast upon the words of Christ; for behold, the words of Christ will tell you all things what ye should do." https://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/2-ne/32?lang=eng

I heard one person put it simply at church one time, "I talk to God when I pray, God talks to me when I read the scriptures." Many times in my life I've had a question, concern or desire from my prayer or in my mind and heart which God answered as I read his holy scriptures.

For instance one time, summer 2017, I lost my keys at a wedding in a church building. I said a prayer and had a feeling to go into the nursery room. My eyes were drawn to a hymn book (hymns are a form of scripture and prayer). So I felt to sing a favorite hymn "I am a child of God" as I walked back into a dark hallway to find my car keys. My eyes were drawn to under the water fountain and sure enough there they were!

2. Biological/inner transformation- the mighty change of heart from God

I like this biological explanation of inner transformation of our mind, heart, spirit and body. It involves the pineal gland in our brain which is also responsible for melatonin-sleep/wake cycles- and serotonin-mood balance.

https://prepareforchange.net/2018/04/15/sacred-secretion-christ-oil-true-annointing-heaven-on-earth/

The first time I felt like my physical body was completely encompassed with Jesus' love for me was when I was about 15 in 1999. I had been struggling with a certain sin I was addicted to. I swear my Bishop must've been tired of me coming back to confess to him the same thing almost every week. But he was patient with me and with God's Spirit encouraged me to read the scriptures every day and keep serving like at Sunday meeting, which gave me strength to withstand temptation. I went with family to go watch a video at a Salt Lake Temple visitor center about Jesus Christ, called the Testaments.

I didn't feel worthy to be in Jesus' presence, even just to watch him on the screen. But I wanted desperately to be worthy of God's presence, enough to feel his love. Then, toward the end of the movie, after I watched the depiction of Jesus suffering for me, and when I saw him come back resurrected and smiling. I felt my whole body filled with tingling energy, warmth, light, and love, directly from Jesus, as if he was smiling directly at me, to save me from my desire to sin, because of his sweet grace.

Much later I had a major transformational event in January 2015 when I felt my heart broken and spirit crushed under the weight of several major life changes and vulnerable mental health. My thoughts and feelings were spiraling my existence into nothingness. For a moment I felt completely separated from God's presence, trapped alone in the deepest, darkest abyss; the void. I was experiencing a moment of eternal spiritual death which is separation from God.

Then, with all the will and energy I had left, I willed myself to believe God was still there for me. I put all my faith in Jesus, even if just a glimmer of hope was left in me. Then the words came to me: "Nothing shall be impossible with God." Luke 1. Then, the flood gates opened inside my heart, soul, mind and body like rushing waters of God's eternal life, love, peace and joy for me personally. God's presence and energy filled me overflowing, as if exploding in me like a supernova.

Then I saw evidences of God's love for me all around me for the next several months and I studied in the scriptures and through the believing community online the next 3 years trying to understand what had happened to me spiritually. That's how I came across all of these things about spiritual awakening.

There are many examples of people in the scriptures receiving a spiritual awakening event/baptism by fire/conversion. Jesus said, "Come unto me with a broken heart and contrite (crushed) spirit and I will baptize you with fire and with the Holy Ghost."

So how do we do that? I know one good way is to pray and fast (skip meals) until we receive a sure answer, then apply it to our life. There is power in mighty fasting or "wrestling with God" in mighty prayer and fasting, like Jacob when his name was changed to Israel (symbol of his rebirth) in genesis 32 https://www.lds.org/scriptures/ot/gen/32?lang=eng. There's also Saul when his name was changed to Paul as the Lord Jesus Christ came to him, Acts 9

https://www.lds.org/scriptures/nt/acts/9?lang=eng.

Also there's Enos of the book of Mormon, who prayed all day and night for mercy and the joy of the saints until he received a sure answer and his guilt was swept away, https://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/enos/1?lang=eng.

The greatest miracle I know of in the scriptures is when the 12 Nephite disciples of the book of Mormon all prayed mightily to receive the gift of the Holy Ghost, God the Holy Ghost's literal spirit presence in them, which Jesus promised they'd receive with baptism by fire after their baptism by immersion.

After the native American (Nephite) disciples received those gifts, they prayed to be purified as Jesus is pure or in other words to become Christ's, sanctified by the blood of the Lamb. Then the crowd watched as Jesus blessed each of the disciples. Then the disciples' countenance, the aura, became as bright and pure white as Jesus. Jesus Christ's literal spirit presence was now gifted to them, as I understand. Book of Mormon 3 Nephi 19:25.

Jesus has also come to me and my children to comfort us. He comforted me in 2016 at the psych crisis recovery unit for bipolar suicidal depression when I saw his hand reaching out to me in a vision. Then again in October 2017 when he hugged me in a dream. Then again in June 2018 when I sawhis beautiful white robe and him smiling at me and my family. But I don't feel that we need to experience a crisis to come to Christ, his hands are always open for us to make the sacrifice or ' wrestle' required to come unto him and his everlasting embrace.

3. Covenants with God in priesthood ordinances

A covenant with God is a promise we make with God of obedience to his commandments to receive more promised blessings from God dependent upon our willingness to be obedient. Priesthood ordinances are outward expressions of inward commitments or covenants.

The priesthoods that perform ordinances are Aaronic, the priesthood John the Baptist used to baptize Jesus, and Melchizedek- the priesthood Jesus used to heal the sick and give the gift of the Holy Ghost.

The priesthood ordinances I have received are baptism by immersion, laying on of hands for the gift of the Holy Ghost, initiatories (washing and anointing), endowment, and the sealing of families together forever.

On July 6, 2017 I had the wonderful experience of kneeling across from my sweetheart Tiffany at the altar of the Mount Timpanogos temple to be sealed together for time and all eternity. Now our children are also sealed to us forever because they were born in the covenant.

What about those who didn't receive a decent chance to choose to receive these ordinances? That's why we do ordinance work for the dead in their place to give them the chance to choose to receive the ordinances on the other side. Jesus organized missionary work in the spirit world during those 2.5 days before his resurrection and it still goes on today. If you have questions about family history/temple work, see familysearch.org. Anyone can use familysearch.org for free to learn more about their ancestors. I've had the pleasure of researching information on my Dutch, Danish and English ancestors and taking their names to the temple to enable them to receive the priesthood ordinances by acting in their place.

It's also important to note that people can receive these ordinances spiritually e.g. baptism by fire/purification of heart, before they have an opportunity to receive them physically like the Gentiles in Acts upon whom the Holy Ghost fell upon before they had a chance to receive that priesthood ordinance. That's why I mentioned at the beginning that people can receive this spiritual awakening in any religion. This makes it easier for us not to judge each other because only God knows who's received the Holy Ghost and this great purification of heart. But, the physical ordinances are important, too, just like how Jesus was baptized to keep that commandment even though he was already innocent.

If you need a friend in the gospel, find me on Facebook Steven Blake Elzinga or email me at sbelzinga@gmail.com.

I invite you to chat with missionaries of the Church of Jesus Christ of latter-day saints and order a free book of Mormon at mormon.org

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1:47 am and you're on my mind, again.

04/11/17 I wrote this when I had my first, real heartbreak. It’s silly and inspiring all at once. Its makes me laugh looking back at it now. I guess it shows time really does heal all.

07/12/14 We’ll start by talking about our common interests in our subjects that we coincidentally seemed to have got together. And we will laugh at each other’s jokes and how you never know how to spell anything right. And I’m the only one that knows how insecure you are about it, I’ll still joke about it just to see you smile. And then we will be friends for a year while you try to figure out who you are as a person and who you want to be with. And just as I start to think we’re getting somewhere, you’ll break my heart by having feelings for all of my close friends. I always knew that you wouldn’t actually pursue anything worth mentioning with them, because I’m the one that knows you. And you’ll start to lose hope in finding the girl of your dreams and continue to be oblivious to the girls that talk about you at recess. And we’ll walk past those girls together laughing our heads off at something stupid you said or did earlier and they can’t help but smile, because they see you smile. And I’ll continue to be the girl that stimulates your mind and holds your drunk self close to me as you cry about another silly girl. And then one day something happens that forces us closer than ever. And you’ll start opening your eyes to me and how much fun we have together. You’ll start stealing my phone and reading my messages ensuring that your the only boy I’m talking to. Then you’ll start sending me links to your favourite artist and tagging me in pictures of pretty sunrises in the hopes that we will watch them together someday. And then I’ll start confessing my sadness to you and you’ll promise that you’ll never leave me and that everything is going to be okay, because I have you and you’re not going anywhere. We’ll start showing up to parties together which makes everyone start to talk about us. Not me. Not you. Us. As a pair. And I’ll be so blinded in happiness when I’m with you that I’ll stop noticing the pretty girls at recess stare as we walk past together.Then you’ll notice and mention it to me. The fact that everyone keeps staring and saying how great we are together. And I’ll keep brushing it off, joking that it’ll never happen. Then I’ll go home thinking about you all night as we discuss all the interests we’ll share together. But I won’t tell you that. Because I’m afraid of losing you. We’ll continue our exciting conversations that we get very carried away in about our future hopes and dreams and how we want to know each other’s deepest and darkest secrets. Then you’ll get drunk one night with your friends and confess how much you like me and how I stimulate your mind and when your with me you can’t stop smiling and laughing. And you’ll confess how much you like the way I correct your grammar and the way my hair smells. You’ll tell them that I have nice legs and pretty eyes and you won’t listen when they say you’re in love with me. And then all of a sudden, we’re inseparable. We sit together in classes, confessing our fears of the dark and your eyes will light up when your speak about having children. And I’ll ask you what you think your future wife we be like and you look at me and describe everything that I am. And I’ll look back in your lit up eyes and shuffle that little bit closer to you just so I can hear your breaths get shorter and your cheeks flush. And then we’ll kiss for the first time. We spend endless amount of hours at night talking about my sadness and how much you hate that it’s happened to me. And one night in the pouring rain you’ll pick me up and we’ll drive just to make me feel better. And I’ll tell you to stop and hop out so we can stand in the rain together. You’ll hesitate because you don’t want your hair to go flat, and afraid that without your looks you’ll no longer be able to impress me. And I’ll laugh and tell you not to be stupid. And then we’ll kiss for a second time. And time and time again, before you take me home and kiss me again. And tells how much fun you had before chasing me down my driveway just to taste my lips once more. An event occurs, the night will end with us watching the sunrise as everyone else wishes they were someplace else. And we’ll laugh for no reason as we fall asleep. Together. And we’ll stop caring whose watching or crying as they wished they were me. We’ll start looking deeper into each other’s eyes and text each other as soon as we’ve left alone. To say anything, to tell each other something we couldn’t remember before, or ensure our plans are still happening because you think you’re not good enough for me. And then we’ll sleep in the same bed for the first time and you’ll tell me how you’ve never slept better. I’ll watch you in reflections look at me and wait for my reaction to your silly jokes, just wanting me to scrunch my nose up and burrow my eyebrows. Just so you can take me and hold me to apologise. We’ll keep sleeping together, each time getting more and more used to the feel of your heartbeat and the shivers you send down my spine. You’ll laugh and do it again, because you’ve finally realised that we are into each other. And you’re not alone anymore. You’ll start to ask about what my family thinks of you and you’ll mention how your Dad couldn’t stop talking about me after we met. Or how your mum worries about the way I’m feeling and you start wanting me to come over, because you’re excited that the only dogs I’m not allergic to happen to be the one that you have. We completely stop caring about if our friends want to hang out with us because all we need is each other and we’re happy. And then I’ll stop replying to your messages because I hate the fact you can’t tell me how you actually feel. And you’ll get angry that I’m going out with someone that’s not you. And then you’ll realise that you let me walk away and that I was the only girl that you every really loved. And then we’ll stop seeing each other as often and you’ll meet someone new. And us/we will start becoming ###### and Amy. We’re not together anymore. You seem to be happy without me. I sometimes think your new girl is everything that I am but less. Less thoughtful. Less erratic, less intelligent, less adventurous, less me. But more sex. More fake nails, more fake hair, more clingy, more jealous. More her. Less me. And you’ll realise that. Maybe not for a while, but you will. You may be married with two kids and realise, just as long as you do, I’ll be okay. When you realise, I’ll be gone though, just know that. I’m here for you whenever you need, but not for much longer. I’ll be here until I find my next ######. Just never say Amy instead of her name, we’ll never meet again. Ever.

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Scary as it may sound, I’m convinced that many people (in fact, MOST people) are doomed to either lose the person they’re in Love with right now, or worse… never find that person at all.

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Just think about this for a moment…

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I’ll wait for you to pull your jaw off the floor.

Meanwhile, here’s how YOU can bring True Love into YOUR life, too (no matter how convinced you are right now that it’s never going to happen for you)…

The Unexpected End Of My “Former Life” As A World-Famous Dating Guru No two ways about it, I’ve probably helped more men around the world succeed with women and dating than anyone else.

Millions of men have read my newsletters, watched my videos and purchased my books and dating-success programs.

I taught them how to meet, attract, and get dates with as many great women as they wanted… just like I was doing.

Sounds pretty good, right?

You’d think I’d be HAPPY, right?

You’d think.

But there was something totally different happening behind the scenes.

Even though I’d mastered the “dating game” (man did I ever) I’d actually given up on finding that ONE PERFECT WOMAN I could be with for the rest of my life. In fact, I thought of the whole the idea of “True Love” was a romantic fantasy.

BUT THEN, a few years ago, right around the time I finally “gave up” and accepted my fate to be a lonely, unfulfilled, single “serial dater” for the rest of my life…

SHOCKER: I Met The Amazing, Total-10 Woman Who Was My Perfect, Forever Match

Her name is Annie, and when I first met her, I was actually using one of the “techniques” that I taught in my final dating program called “Become Mr. Right.”

It was a technique called “living your purpose”… and I did it by attending an amazing music and arts festival called “Burning Man”… an insane desert gathering where artists, thinkers and dreamers come together to exchange ideas, watch performances, partake in great food… Well, let’s just stop there and say it’s totally mind-blowing.

I went to share ideas with receptive, like-minded people about how we can improve ourselves and make the world a better place.

As my wife likes to say now, I was basically like a bird in a tree singing for a mate…

… and she heard me.

And it turns out this was the most “fateful” event of my entire adult life.

I soon realized that Annie was THE ONE for me.

We started the process of building a RELATIONSHIP. And… since we were clearly so perfect for each other, I assumed that it would be easy.

Spoiler alert: I could not have been more WRONG.

SHOCKER #2: What REALLY Happens After You Find Your Perfect Mate

Like many things in life, the “reality” of creating a real, deep partnership was a huge surprise for me.

With all my years of studying the female gender, psychology, behavior and emotions, I naturally expected this to go smoothly and easily. Well, guess what:

Within the first week of falling in love, Annie and I had our first argument.

In fact, the first year of our relationship was probably the hardest year of my adult life. Not exactly the “love story” you see in the movies…

… but it was the beginning of my education about the REAL world of True Love.

It turns out that True Love… the kind that lasts… is usually very challenging. It forces us to face the deepest, darkest stuff we’ve worked so hard to avoid our whole life, from shame and neurotic thoughts to bad habits and aggression. Yes… I said aggression.

Newsflash: people who are in love will fight.

Often, they will fight a LOT in the beginning.

My new relationship was no exception.

But here’s what I realized (thanks to my wife who herself is actually the most intelligent relationship expert I’ve ever met):

Until you have this thing called True Love in your life, you can avoid dealing with all this stuff.

But True Love forces you to deal with it.

Let’s go even further…

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The Awesome, Totally UNEXPECTED Impact Of True Love On My Life

Harsh reality is, most people will break-up when it gets “too tough.”

They will run from the effort.

They’ll think it’s supposed to be “easy.”

As you might imagine, as an acclaimed dating expert in a relationship with a top love coach, we immediately rolled up our sleeves and got to work on this stuff…

We started testing a radical new system for dealing with our conflicts and fights. We worked on ways to make it easier to be more honest with each other, to openly share our feelings, and to express our wants and needs to each other. We developed powerful new ways to connect and deepen our relationship with each other. And here’s what happened next:

As our relationship strengthened and deepened because of all this, a lot of people in our lives started to take notice.

Our friends and family starting turning to us for help with their relationships more and more often. They started using the tools and techniques we’d developed for ourselves…

… and wow did it ever work them!

Stories came pouring back to us about the huge impact these concepts and techniques were having on their relationships.

Get other products by Double Your Dating right now!

After several months of receiving this overwhelming feedback, my wife and I decided we needed to get this information to everyone who needed it by doing what we did best: creating a live “Intensive” program designed to teach these methods to everyone we could possibly reach. Cut to the chase:

This soon became our most powerful, seismically life-changing program ever…

We Called Our New Program “Intimacy Intensive” Because That’s The Only Way To Describe It

Intimacy Intensive is XX SOLID HOURS of “live” sharing, learning and laser-focused training on taking intimacy, trust and love in a relationship to a much deeper level – as well as preparing to find and keep your perfect partner if it hasn’t happened for you yet.

And, in a moment, I’m going to share THE BIGGEST REASON that it would be tragic to waste even one more day before you start watching this program…

But first, as promised, here it is:

The Intimate Secret That I’d Rather Not Tell You

You see, I’m basically a very “private” person by nature.

I don’t like to share a lot of details about my personal life. And when I’m teaching, I try to keep the focus on the material and the students. That’s why I’m a bit embarrassed to tell you that, just a little while ago…

My wife and I had a pretty significant argument. Guess what it was about…

This letter that I’m writing to you right now!

In a nutshell, she wanted to make some changes, and I was getting a bit… well… “territorial” about it.

When we finished arguing, I couldn’t keep writing.

Later, I told her that I was still upset… so we talked it through using everything we’ve learned about turning conflict into progress and deeper communication and Love.

Suddenly, I actually felt even MORE affection toward her than if we didn’t have the argument in the first place!

In my heart, I felt a sense of optimism, happiness, and progress in an area that’s important to me… and I got back to writing.

And I have to say, each and every time something like this happens now, it feels genuinely MIRACULOUS to me because…

I Finally Have All The Tools And Techniques I Need To Turn Conflict Into A Stronger, More Resilient Relationship

You really need to hear and understand this, because it’s a pretty big deal.

Intimacy Intensive isn’t smoke and mirrors. It isn’t pie-in-the-sky or just warm-and-fuzzy affirmations. This program is jam-packed with SPECIFIC tools and techniques that are very POWERFUL and very REAL.

In Intimacy Intensive, we cut right to the chase, hitting all of the BIG ISSUES head on.

From fighting and sex to relationship taboos and honesty, you’ll learn how to confront, integrate and solve all of it… here’s just a partial list of the relationship “intensive care” you’ll get when you start watching “Intimacy Intensive”:

How to address those “DANGEROUS” RELATIONSHIP TOPICS that you’ve been avoiding (or won’t talk about at all) because you think they’ll damage or even END your relationship. How to USE HONESTY as one of the most powerful “tools” in your relationship. (Pop quiz: should you tell your partner “everything” that’s on your mind? One answer leads to more intimacy and trust… the other to nothing but more problems!) How to GROW YOUR SEXUALITY so that sex becomes MUCH more interesting, fresh, and exciting with time. ***NOTE: An entire session of this program is dedicated to sex… you can’t afford to miss this! How to HARNESS THE ENERGY OF FIGHTING to make your sex life magnitudes better (This one was possibly the biggest surprise to me.. and it’s AWESOME…) How to HANDLE JEALOUSY: here’s the one-and-only HEALTHY way to “dance with” and integrate jealousy into your relationship. EMERGENCY RELATIONSHIP FIRST-AID: here’s what to do if you start feeling coldness, distance, or detachment in your relationship. (For now, know this: everyone experiences this stuff, but the remedy is NOT what most people think.) How to GET YOUR PARTNER TO OPEN UP when he or she won’t talk about a specific issue… and why it’s critical to work through these issues. Your relationship truly depends on it! Of course, along with all of these “heavy” topics, we also go joyfully in-depth about:

How To Enjoy And CELEBRATE Your Relationship The Way You Really Want And Deserve

Like I said, my wife and I have fights.

But, MOST of the time by far, we’re having fascinating conversations… laughing hysterically together… learning amazing new things about ourselves and the world.

We go on adventures… we explore and develop ourselves both individually and together… we revel in mind-blowing sexuality, intimacy and romance. In other words – we’re HAVING FUN.

And that’s exactly what Intimacy Intensive is ultimately designed to help you do, too. During its XX HOURS of laughing, learning, and exploring true intimacy, you’ll also discover:

How your relationship can help you become the very best version of yourself. “True Love” is the best path to personal growth and becoming the ultimate “version” of you! How your relationship’s health can improve OTHER relationships with family and friends as well (INSIDE SCOOP: My wife is, in my opinion, the ultimate “family repair” expert, probably the best there is. Can’t wait for you to watch her work her magic in the program!) How to get your “love needs” met by learning specific ways to “send” and “receive” love, including how men and women tend to be different, and how to feel the great benefit of having a real, true PARTNER in life. How to “juice up” your sex life so that it becomes an ongoing adventure. Is it possible to have a sex life that keeps getting better over time? We do… and so can you! How to get your “super powers” working as a couple to achieve your personal goals and improve your health and success in life. How to FALL IN LOVE WITH YOURSELF… and we don’t mean in the “egotistical” or vanity sense. These powerful exercises will develop your sense of self-worth… which will help you build a more fulfilling relationship… which will help your partner fall more in love with you… which will help you succeed in all key areas of your life. And much, much more… Add it all up, and the message is clear:

Of all of the emotions, being in Love is supreme.

And now YOU can learn how to make it a reality in your life, too!

Now, a quick WARNING:

If You’re Not Interested In Experiencing Real, True Love, Then This Program Is NOT For You

In other words, do not watch the program if you’re just looking for more “dating advice.”

Do not watch it if you don’t care about creating a deep, fulfilling, lasting partnership with someone you love.

Above all, do not watch it if you don’t crave the rewards and intimacy of bringing True Love into your life.

On the other hand:

Start watching “Intimacy Intensive” RIGHT NOW if you want to experience a powerful, transformative, genuine True Love relationship in your life at last. And keep in mind… other high-level relationship training workshops usually cost thousands of dollars to attend in-person. And they are NOT guaranteed to get you the results you’re looking for.

(My wife and I have attended some of these, so we know this only too well).

That’s why, just like every program I’ve ever made available to you – this one comes with my world-famous, 100% RISK-FREE guarantee…

If you watch the program and don’t feel like the experience of love in your life is radically changing for the better, just request a refund. That simple. No questions or hassles. So now, only one question remains:

Are You Ready For The Rewards Of Creating Conscious, True Love In Your Life?

If so, you’re ready to start watching “Intimacy Intensive” right now.

The tools, training, and special guests in the program have truly helped my wife and I build a relationship that is beyond anything that I thought was possible…

Now, we’re looking forward to helping YOU get there, too.

Your friend,

David D.

signature.jpg

P.S. This is the first time I’ve done such an intensive, in-depth, “serious” program for both men and women about relationships.

In Intimacy Intensive, you’ll learn EVERYTHING you need to know about cultivating the feeling called Love with your partner and then taking it to to a mind-blowing new level.

You’ll accomplish this by finally having a complete “tool kit” in your life for building a continually-growing, intimate relationship.

On the other hand…

Without this tool kit, nothing will change in your life.

So how’s that been working for you?

You have nothing to lose by taking action, so try “Intimacy Intensive” 100% RISK-FREE here.

P.P.S. As my wife and I were thinking about how to tell you about Intimacy Intensive, we decided that it was best that I was the one who wrote this letter to you.

After all, most of you already know me, so it makes sense, right?

But, as I told you above, it was a big undertaking. And (just like the program itself) we actually collaborated on the entire thing.

It was truly a relationship “team project.”

It’s also an awesome example of the kind of fulfillment in partnership, collaboration, and love that YOU will learn to enjoy with YOUR partner by watching the program.

That in mind…

If you do nothing else to start experiencing real, true love in your life, do just this much TODAY:

Intimacy Intensive is only available in my Member’s Area. If you are not a member, you may join by purchasing any one of my programs.

Get Double Your Dating – Intimacy Intensive right now!

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Do YOU Want TRUE LOVE That Actually Works To Come Into Your Life? If So, Don’t Waste Any More Time “Hoping” And “Waiting” For Greater Intimacy To “Just Happen” (It Won’t… Until You Do THIS.) Plus: The Incredibly Intimate Secret That I’d Rather Not Tell You… w_265_h_265_ti_bmrwomanAre you still hoping, wishing, and waiting for True Love to come into your life at last?

Because True Love is the ultimate force for happiness, transformation, and fulfillment in all our lives… I can guess, if it hasn’t happened for you yet, this is probably pretty close to what you’re going through.

Maybe you think about it every day.

Or every hour of the day.

Maybe you feel lonely, desperate, and hopeless about it ever happening.

If so, you’re EXACTLY where I used to be.

And that’s why, in just a moment, I’m going to share an intimate experience from my own life that I think will help YOU decide to take action to finally experience True Love like you want and deserve.

In the meantime…

Here’s the #1 FACT about TRUE LOVE that you must understand if you want to start creating and growing it in your life: True Love is NOT that “happily-ever-after” stuff we see in the movies.

In fact, TRUE LOVE will totally kick your butt… unless you’re ready for it.

Scary as it may sound, I’m convinced that many people (in fact, MOST people) are doomed to either lose the person they’re in Love with right now, or worse… never find that person at all.

And that’s tragic.

Just think about this for a moment…

Well, after teaching men all over the world how to attract women, and after working with and coaching them on the art of attraction, I’ve come to a realization:

How important is it to YOU to experience a passionate, fulfilling, REAL partnership at long last instead of “just getting by” and “surviving” in a difficult or boring relationship? How would it change your life to stop dreading fights and conflict because you finally know how handle those “bumps in the road”… instead turning them into amazing opportunities to become closer and more intimate with your partner? Above all:

What if you could have every tool and technique you’ll EVER need – right at your fingertips – to make lasting, fulfilling, passionate TRUE LOVE appear and keep working in your life at last? If ANY of this is important to you, it’s clear to me: you’re more than ready to take your romantic life to the next level, whether that means transforming your current relationship or attracting True Love into your life for the very first time. Either way… I’m excited for you. And I’m here today to tell you:

I know you can do this because (get ready for it…) finding True Love with the woman of my dreams… also known as MY WIFE… is exactly what finally happened to me!

Yes, you heard right…

After a lifetime of doubt, fear, even hopelessness about whether True Love would ever happen for me, I finally found True Love with the one woman who is my perfect match… and who is now my wife and the mother of my child!

I’ll wait for you to pull your jaw off the floor.

Meanwhile, here’s how YOU can bring True Love into YOUR life, too (no matter how convinced you are right now that it’s never going to happen for you)…

The Unexpected End Of My “Former Life” As A World-Famous Dating Guru No two ways about it, I’ve probably helped more men around the world succeed with women and dating than anyone else.

Millions of men have read my newsletters, watched my videos and purchased my books and dating-success programs.

I taught them how to meet, attract, and get dates with as many great women as they wanted… just like I was doing.

Sounds pretty good, right?

You’d think I’d be HAPPY, right?

You’d think.

But there was something totally different happening behind the scenes.

Even though I’d mastered the “dating game” (man did I ever) I’d actually given up on finding that ONE PERFECT WOMAN I could be with for the rest of my life. In fact, I thought of the whole the idea of “True Love” was a romantic fantasy.

BUT THEN, a few years ago, right around the time I finally “gave up” and accepted my fate to be a lonely, unfulfilled, single “serial dater” for the rest of my life…

SHOCKER: I Met The Amazing, Total-10 Woman Who Was My Perfect, Forever Match

Her name is Annie, and when I first met her, I was actually using one of the “techniques” that I taught in my final dating program called “Become Mr. Right.”

It was a technique called “living your purpose”… and I did it by attending an amazing music and arts festival called “Burning Man”… an insane desert gathering where artists, thinkers and dreamers come together to exchange ideas, watch performances, partake in great food… Well, let’s just stop there and say it’s totally mind-blowing.

I went to share ideas with receptive, like-minded people about how we can improve ourselves and make the world a better place.

As my wife likes to say now, I was basically like a bird in a tree singing for a mate…

… and she heard me.

And it turns out this was the most “fateful” event of my entire adult life.

I soon realized that Annie was THE ONE for me.

We started the process of building a RELATIONSHIP. And… since we were clearly so perfect for each other, I assumed that it would be easy.

Spoiler alert: I could not have been more WRONG.

SHOCKER #2: What REALLY Happens After You Find Your Perfect Mate

Like many things in life, the “reality” of creating a real, deep partnership was a huge surprise for me.

With all my years of studying the female gender, psychology, behavior and emotions, I naturally expected this to go smoothly and easily. Well, guess what:

Within the first week of falling in love, Annie and I had our first argument.

In fact, the first year of our relationship was probably the hardest year of my adult life. Not exactly the “love story” you see in the movies…

… but it was the beginning of my education about the REAL world of True Love.

It turns out that True Love… the kind that lasts… is usually very challenging. It forces us to face the deepest, darkest stuff we’ve worked so hard to avoid our whole life, from shame and neurotic thoughts to bad habits and aggression. Yes… I said aggression.

Newsflash: people who are in love will fight.

Often, they will fight a LOT in the beginning.

My new relationship was no exception.

But here’s what I realized (thanks to my wife who herself is actually the most intelligent relationship expert I’ve ever met):

Until you have this thing called True Love in your life, you can avoid dealing with all this stuff.

But True Love forces you to deal with it.

Let’s go even further…

True Love is actually the only force strong enough to give you the courage to confront and ELIMINATE these issues from your life ONCE AND FOR ALL…

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The Awesome, Totally UNEXPECTED Impact Of True Love On My Life

Harsh reality is, most people will break-up when it gets “too tough.”

They will run from the effort.

They’ll think it’s supposed to be “easy.”

As you might imagine, as an acclaimed dating expert in a relationship with a top love coach, we immediately rolled up our sleeves and got to work on this stuff…

We started testing a radical new system for dealing with our conflicts and fights. We worked on ways to make it easier to be more honest with each other, to openly share our feelings, and to express our wants and needs to each other. We developed powerful new ways to connect and deepen our relationship with each other. And here’s what happened next:

As our relationship strengthened and deepened because of all this, a lot of people in our lives started to take notice.

Our friends and family starting turning to us for help with their relationships more and more often. They started using the tools and techniques we’d developed for ourselves…

… and wow did it ever work them!

Stories came pouring back to us about the huge impact these concepts and techniques were having on their relationships.

Get other products by Double Your Dating right now!

After several months of receiving this overwhelming feedback, my wife and I decided we needed to get this information to everyone who needed it by doing what we did best: creating a live “Intensive” program designed to teach these methods to everyone we could possibly reach. Cut to the chase:

This soon became our most powerful, seismically life-changing program ever…

We Called Our New Program “Intimacy Intensive” Because That’s The Only Way To Describe It

Intimacy Intensive is XX SOLID HOURS of “live” sharing, learning and laser-focused training on taking intimacy, trust and love in a relationship to a much deeper level – as well as preparing to find and keep your perfect partner if it hasn’t happened for you yet.

And, in a moment, I’m going to share THE BIGGEST REASON that it would be tragic to waste even one more day before you start watching this program…

But first, as promised, here it is:

The Intimate Secret That I’d Rather Not Tell You

You see, I’m basically a very “private” person by nature.

I don’t like to share a lot of details about my personal life. And when I’m teaching, I try to keep the focus on the material and the students. That’s why I’m a bit embarrassed to tell you that, just a little while ago…

My wife and I had a pretty significant argument. Guess what it was about…

This letter that I’m writing to you right now!

In a nutshell, she wanted to make some changes, and I was getting a bit… well… “territorial” about it.

When we finished arguing, I couldn’t keep writing.

Later, I told her that I was still upset… so we talked it through using everything we’ve learned about turning conflict into progress and deeper communication and Love.

Suddenly, I actually felt even MORE affection toward her than if we didn’t have the argument in the first place!

In my heart, I felt a sense of optimism, happiness, and progress in an area that’s important to me… and I got back to writing.

And I have to say, each and every time something like this happens now, it feels genuinely MIRACULOUS to me because…

I Finally Have All The Tools And Techniques I Need To Turn Conflict Into A Stronger, More Resilient Relationship

You really need to hear and understand this, because it’s a pretty big deal.

Intimacy Intensive isn’t smoke and mirrors. It isn’t pie-in-the-sky or just warm-and-fuzzy affirmations. This program is jam-packed with SPECIFIC tools and techniques that are very POWERFUL and very REAL.

In Intimacy Intensive, we cut right to the chase, hitting all of the BIG ISSUES head on.

From fighting and sex to relationship taboos and honesty, you’ll learn how to confront, integrate and solve all of it… here’s just a partial list of the relationship “intensive care” you’ll get when you start watching “Intimacy Intensive”:

How to address those “DANGEROUS” RELATIONSHIP TOPICS that you’ve been avoiding (or won’t talk about at all) because you think they’ll damage or even END your relationship. How to USE HONESTY as one of the most powerful “tools” in your relationship. (Pop quiz: should you tell your partner “everything” that’s on your mind? One answer leads to more intimacy and trust… the other to nothing but more problems!) How to GROW YOUR SEXUALITY so that sex becomes MUCH more interesting, fresh, and exciting with time. ***NOTE: An entire session of this program is dedicated to sex… you can’t afford to miss this! How to HARNESS THE ENERGY OF FIGHTING to make your sex life magnitudes better (This one was possibly the biggest surprise to me.. and it’s AWESOME…) How to HANDLE JEALOUSY: here’s the one-and-only HEALTHY way to “dance with” and integrate jealousy into your relationship. EMERGENCY RELATIONSHIP FIRST-AID: here’s what to do if you start feeling coldness, distance, or detachment in your relationship. (For now, know this: everyone experiences this stuff, but the remedy is NOT what most people think.) How to GET YOUR PARTNER TO OPEN UP when he or she won’t talk about a specific issue… and why it’s critical to work through these issues. Your relationship truly depends on it! Of course, along with all of these “heavy” topics, we also go joyfully in-depth about:

How To Enjoy And CELEBRATE Your Relationship The Way You Really Want And Deserve

Like I said, my wife and I have fights.

But, MOST of the time by far, we’re having fascinating conversations… laughing hysterically together… learning amazing new things about ourselves and the world.

We go on adventures… we explore and develop ourselves both individually and together… we revel in mind-blowing sexuality, intimacy and romance. In other words – we’re HAVING FUN.

And that’s exactly what Intimacy Intensive is ultimately designed to help you do, too. During its XX HOURS of laughing, learning, and exploring true intimacy, you’ll also discover:

How your relationship can help you become the very best version of yourself. “True Love” is the best path to personal growth and becoming the ultimate “version” of you! How your relationship’s health can improve OTHER relationships with family and friends as well (INSIDE SCOOP: My wife is, in my opinion, the ultimate “family repair” expert, probably the best there is. Can’t wait for you to watch her work her magic in the program!) How to get your “love needs” met by learning specific ways to “send” and “receive” love, including how men and women tend to be different, and how to feel the great benefit of having a real, true PARTNER in life. How to “juice up” your sex life so that it becomes an ongoing adventure. Is it possible to have a sex life that keeps getting better over time? We do… and so can you! How to get your “super powers” working as a couple to achieve your personal goals and improve your health and success in life. How to FALL IN LOVE WITH YOURSELF… and we don’t mean in the “egotistical” or vanity sense. These powerful exercises will develop your sense of self-worth… which will help you build a more fulfilling relationship… which will help your partner fall more in love with you… which will help you succeed in all key areas of your life. And much, much more… Add it all up, and the message is clear:

Of all of the emotions, being in Love is supreme.

And now YOU can learn how to make it a reality in your life, too!

Now, a quick WARNING:

If You’re Not Interested In Experiencing Real, True Love, Then This Program Is NOT For You

In other words, do not watch the program if you’re just looking for more “dating advice.”

Do not watch it if you don’t care about creating a deep, fulfilling, lasting partnership with someone you love.

Above all, do not watch it if you don’t crave the rewards and intimacy of bringing True Love into your life.

On the other hand:

Start watching “Intimacy Intensive” RIGHT NOW if you want to experience a powerful, transformative, genuine True Love relationship in your life at last. And keep in mind… other high-level relationship training workshops usually cost thousands of dollars to attend in-person. And they are NOT guaranteed to get you the results you’re looking for.

(My wife and I have attended some of these, so we know this only too well).

That’s why, just like every program I’ve ever made available to you – this one comes with my world-famous, 100% RISK-FREE guarantee…

If you watch the program and don’t feel like the experience of love in your life is radically changing for the better, just request a refund. That simple. No questions or hassles. So now, only one question remains:

Are You Ready For The Rewards Of Creating Conscious, True Love In Your Life?

If so, you’re ready to start watching “Intimacy Intensive” right now.

The tools, training, and special guests in the program have truly helped my wife and I build a relationship that is beyond anything that I thought was possible…

Now, we’re looking forward to helping YOU get there, too.

Your friend,

David D.

signature.jpg

P.S. This is the first time I’ve done such an intensive, in-depth, “serious” program for both men and women about relationships.

In Intimacy Intensive, you’ll learn EVERYTHING you need to know about cultivating the feeling called Love with your partner and then taking it to to a mind-blowing new level.

You’ll accomplish this by finally having a complete “tool kit” in your life for building a continually-growing, intimate relationship.

On the other hand…

Without this tool kit, nothing will change in your life.

So how’s that been working for you?

You have nothing to lose by taking action, so try “Intimacy Intensive” 100% RISK-FREE here.

P.P.S. As my wife and I were thinking about how to tell you about Intimacy Intensive, we decided that it was best that I was the one who wrote this letter to you.

After all, most of you already know me, so it makes sense, right?

But, as I told you above, it was a big undertaking. And (just like the program itself) we actually collaborated on the entire thing.

It was truly a relationship “team project.”

It’s also an awesome example of the kind of fulfillment in partnership, collaboration, and love that YOU will learn to enjoy with YOUR partner by watching the program.

That in mind…

If you do nothing else to start experiencing real, true love in your life, do just this much TODAY:

Intimacy Intensive is only available in my Member’s Area. If you are not a member, you may join by purchasing any one of my programs.

Get Double Your Dating – Intimacy Intensive right now!

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