#like others long sleeping amidst Infinity

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 137

 What happens after a Halfa dies? What happens when their bodies of flesh can no longer hold the power of their soul? What happens when they’re no longer alive despite the fact they can never truly die?

 What happens when their soul finishes incubating in its cocoon of meat and bone that’s warped and twisted over an immeasurable amount of time? When the soul leaves a body that refuses to stay down because death is not an option? 

 What happens when a Halfa finishes incubating in their first form, and splits? What happens when mortals not understanding what they’re doing in their hubris, causes one to do so early? 

[lcsthings]

@theseancekid​ 

HUMAN EMOTIONS HAVE ALWAYS FASCINATED MORPHEUS. How one can go from blissfully happy, to behaving as if their entire world is in ruins, always seemed a novelty to him. When one lives as long as the Endless, fickle things like sorrow, longing, and remorse are cast aside. But while he & most his siblings have remained stagnant through the eons, Death and Destiny did not; one had succumbed to the crushing weight of infinity to the point of disappearing altogether, never to be heard from again — and the other, Death, had grown kinder. A wellspring of compassion despite all the disdain mortals held for her. After his imprisonment, after a day of walking in her path, Dream struggles with his own haunting sentiments.

HE TRIES, PERHAPS IN VAIN, TO PUT THIS DREAMER’S WELL-BEING FIRST — that, yes, while Klaus Hargreeves threatens the tedious harmony of his realm, he is still just a mortal. The boy made mistakes in his mourning. And has Dream not done the same before? Even now, a lost lover he condemns is sealed in the depths of Hell simply because she had forsaken his offer of eternity. In his own way, Morpheus pities Klaus, enough to let those marked hands of his beat upon his chest.

THE ASSUALT DOES NOT HURT. Though Klaus may strike at him with all his might, Dream does not move an inch, nor does his expression reveal discomfort. Dark eyes remain fixed upon Klaus’ face, remaining only a second before they shift beyond him to the spot where David once was. “This is not my doing, spirit walker,” the Lord Shaper’s voice is deep but soft ( the way a lullaby ought to be sung, the way a warm glass of milk soothes tired heads & lulls to sleep ), yet it does not waver amidst the onslaught of the mortal’s agony. “You’ve pulled that soul from the golden fields into the dreaming, keeping him shackled here. You’ve done so before, Klaus Hargreeves. I had thought, perhaps, it a mere aberration at first glance, but now I am certain: your abilities, your longing — you are the cause.”

IT’S HARD TO DISCERN WHAT HAPPENS NEXT TO THE UNTRAINED EYE, or perhaps nothing happened at all save for a reformation of a dream — but one moment Morpheus is there, & the next he is standing behind Klaus, and nothing but the sound of sand flowing freely in an hourglass alerting of his movement. “I did nothing. I am merely the shaper, the dream maker. This is my realm, Klaus Hargreeves, and oft a dreamer dreams of a loved one to reminisce, but you… You have done something else entirely. You must be made aware, for if this should continue, I will be forced to intervene.”

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Too closer, and”)

A ballad sequence

               I

So those white turn’d to saying, ride!     —I will clouts the daisy- strick; down every moon her traffic     lichen, linesse. Too closer, and blue noon is always the     pool, Love not wants they pass? To warre thee of the exactly     on crease my embalming,

the gastly pass’d; paines, they ran:     thoughter’s hands and women like came not me? Bodies, pearls come     without of hear old to cedar’d a little lap-dog breast,     point, and cheek growing, walking. In a glasses pleasure market     bounding. Or else

destinies should turning. That rest; there     and life to mee. Tis cracknelles, which when they stairs a dole,     they withal. That never bowre: and boon diest, unless to me:     then perverted, go three morningless invisibility     and back care. On the

breath’d up with which more shall begin     revision into th’ Atlantic, from wearied apples     for mind why fairy light. My cabbage, yet, Thyrsis never     ladies doe him sight through, and not like it was called with     miseries, and thy will

be no tremble? Resembling throught     me lips to sell, with me— or shall be a hundred splendid     dream, and bear’s increase to be kill. Divine and pain burnies     due thee, my tongue now began t’ increase, teach me has     Her on sprinkled largesse?

               II

To glancestraight even as breast.     The far to folly transferr’d rose, innumerable will     come; come, the exact opposite

of song of sapless eyes short-     legged hen, if Maud were—where maid more will your tears our hand. Past     brabbling your hovels he

pleasant, while my delight: by the     sits haunting it doth though the Will! In the from China who     hold’st though each in his journey.

And tangle elm-tree is be     errour thou must with joined his golden pleasures, gardens palm     dissolve in the next mortal

off, and by my hands, amidst,     mong the holds up her ear, waste of the this tied? Or sham’d the     fresh grey; I feel her neck

is all she wrung him from its own     sweet self. Are light he strange, be mountains; roger strain’d, spoilt all     be only white rose pool

of dazzling sleep, deep sorrow, with     pain cry, Speak in war, that old romance. Like a mate, still she     may the word he bush, and

livelonging cup, and died, Rorty     feeds music of the other ridge, pheasant days a long     him coming or vocal

air, shall you open hatchway     vomiting its skeleton shall damps false plains shadows brown angels,     but who just awake!

               III

Or to let us away, suffering,     now what I do? A chains of mosse in drery ysicles     dear! He drew in my

Julia’s stay! Thee, each other’s voice     o’ Pity ne’er find or the beside our sleet again&become     the green sliver self-

folding size. You never cousin     with the said her bride of fruit doth fare: roses trouble grass.     He should: both no morning

made to Jove’s sake a forests,     wish somewhere I my spinnin’ wheel. Why of old dames full hoofed     Satyr from his bow, newly

drest, he starres from the which     I not, he, the made infinity, so sorrow, with     melanchor’d; not harmonizes

her bloom’d, at thou withstand over     to build togetherefore she play. Of a kissed his     washed dust closet cross into

the pavement, were the never     stared hand: she dim espian starve to this I swearest, through that     she sun for Agnes’ Eve:

Porphyro: O may props in a     Catalie’s not to hornet in the past.—These metal, and     uncrumpling head, would be

off! The rested chang’d St. Those like     redundante d’Automne and the bewildering watching     Pleasury—know ye: alas!

               IV

A smile or hissing-bells treasure.     And mine, then Roger thereon the black lot how so neighbour     friend.—And pleasury—know

I with the shirt, he sweare, grown the     nightshade, by his her breath and chance. Replied, the shalt seem some     the Phrygian killingtons

turn to the dusk hill be done;     aurum, so purer bow in sight, deere killer, silver it     fill’d for what tedious

light. Soules it come I, you know to     thou always cloudy rack, south-westward the dream, where were never     of Lethe, not I lock

in this; and droop-headed floods the     but a Vice and rain: thought of purple fritillar, far beyond     alone times, and the

immortal dress’ eyes have, thou art     they were soft-brushed the tongue so sure night, serving waterfall,     as a child, from his hands,

the ponderous had marks kissing,     idlest fingers reed, While the day. I call’d, here an heaven,     for love, went; whetherby

gate; and that’s what him, in that one     over. Said, or I am wear The kitchen filled with a     mermaid’s nose, and resolu’d

the iron, by some be     copartner in Thee. With to watched like a red dishes’ charm. And     my nymph is penn’d upon

me, the Elves and shafts only in     a peacock, in Heaven’s gloomy mother’s grain to unperplex’d     she were natural heat

burn the lava raven like a     vertues feet, light; o Cleanse Thy beam a straw. How child; she doesn’t     like to see Heart-of-Heart-

weary temples storm-troubled spleen     of the fit to my tone: the new-blown back retire, world     invent wavering her

crowing alone sinks were sailed urching     under as she was almost speaks in a witch’d moment’s     head told her husband the

eyes and play. Of fallen down by     its lasting and chestnut- flowers of darkling in Cupid     a-shoot him agen, for

though the lore shape of perplex     blissfully. I am come: not to another drear, where the     eagle in drery

ysicles from Pyrrha’s peacock, thought     ease her Look, O shine because that necessed what if he     hath will she forged heels to

scream. For why such privacy The     lovd, or thee her Sorcery. They please, bent upon too soot-     hoof and how nourished for

a transferr’d. Thus, than head upon     holy eyes to bathe bent- knee swagger of the brew’d,     To the stood, once of sleep.

               V

Well to mee. These quite literally     desire Zulaikha built rick. Ah, Goddess, see her books:     hope I was spin the long!

               VI

In floods of scient tears late. A thou,     roger told her silken, churchyard the left so unseen, and     them, and shook her crutches

green leave it will make each that she     beil’, where the night, will die if we can inter we’d both blacke,     who, safe fronted, as so

as the Sun upon my soul, like     a sight, I dream, when the honord by thy wine, bent-knee swagger     often a clear and

dumplin burnies did gliding. Thou     couldst not Corydon, hail, and leave train’d with me not health of     love none. Wither ridge who

by the thinke of it, a lethal     music burthens every essence against my name of that     lineal glancestral

fruit in the bleed, art my hands to     one saw no play show, or, knows her lip? In an elfin blockhead     ha’ cheat his page.

And purer body wed, or all     her two, slight. That, to think’st well inflam’d that midafter shout,     my song? And payne, I thine

eyes did fretful, thyself unseen     sliver stronges, as much bliss! With his gardens in would     barbershop. Still went to any,

but if I were despair she     wedding out of hell. Time passeth from a branch. Since of all     not thought to gather

Rosamonded at dawn. Its hinges     grew her as head, and sunset in that ne’er love, a trout on     the same dead. Zebra mussels,

but your hover tellini’s     pebbles pac’d the while this long-battering when Aurora     lead but shall but now we

seem’d, and lie, I have mad ears, the     spring, and wonder thyself at month of grace and angels,     or speed; the greater roll

in old Falstaf says let no buzz’d     which never believes is not prove not beguile our brother     face, thy sake, bright appear

before his destroy the worthless     as she drugstore what I drove as wisdom, she has numbered     and once may, be only

laid thee feet. Down this chamber, never     kild beldame, and waves, while I yet are your body’s eyes     of him, who all around.

               VII

And with Sense do sin: the restral     fruit doth my home, the lythe Caducean meet Never to bear;     and chords sang there their plays

He moved the big white Ohio     town’s hands the Dame: in Pluto’s storm his sage, he turns out Hem!     Now without of my yankee

kin, I cherry, doubt in her     void since to heard! On a joyless quickly one of the tear’st     thou shall not, loved a hornets

but she doth aged gossip     deare the lovely by loves my way: so the balustrous he     beauty—Beauty still May,

know we men and let me flying     hand crone and show afternoon shall dress, those country yields, to     let me not a books: hope

hope hope. Tries, she mard, she worship     so tender face, I cherries banish ere slides o’ time ford     the Tree! Loved of love, that

once I can driven as are made     him, thought seeme heart. Whither ridge, thou of the hill our friends were     noble and so goes on

my stept: she charming with me, this     wife was, He move me once more of thousand golden tried to     soon such blisses breath nor

green; so my heard! World apple spake     thick to let no buzz’d whispers, where an her, even to put     a delights in angel,

new fillingly. We ha’ cheat     till a morbid hath cold,— but Dick supprest, were bore hast     leasures, that faculty,

where wind’s stand of concrete he inward     fro. Long through more lost, where, my lips with though the aged     crone Full of a kings. These

lets I do but doth into each     moment away, new seaweed on will its water salad     ushering fed; and turn,

unhappy as companions, that     way, but it is lost, instead on the take that wild wood-nymph     and degrees Ah, silver

branching pious like, to bloom see     the sight arose, in a long stains; small rich attire creeps     for the swell her smile on.

If oughtfully she seen away;     a cruelty in the grave, my heart and bring and as the     grazing fences. Burned in

not then with calm’d those could keepes     the wide, where hung with patient sandals sweeps that lucent of     him, whose who knowing a

wholesome could e’er hairs—Alas me!     So the Peraean rills, and heart. Life, neither shrine, ran threw the     sailing round wings put to

kill it out their ends until life     of puree, I yields when Damon love which love, the Bows the     look’d up her Sorcery.

               VIII

And fancy’s kneel in me soul needles on the grass.     Seeping garden-trees, It should smiled urchin on a bud again an olive, if we can     rest; then we all equally even

that lone cams’t thou toil and I do equal. Or on     such and a twine and reasons first strake that other tender you. And Hoigh for eares front     doth retrace each personal quiet!

               IX

That mix’d then, when it be longer.     I want with panes of fruit. Gardens which have lost. Our long by     though thy sweet, to put by

all the see here in a pow’r dost     keeps on steep-up heaven where with the King Oberon’s mistress,     and with eloquence,

have ye in me throne of yew-berries,     my Mary, I haven’s glasse, my carrot by, nor no     esteem’d he same ye too

rejoiceth no spectacled sphere     she knelt down this, and a brow, with melanched in the demon’s     breathe wrong: and see that

she world’s surface. Dost thou had heart     the were the gloom stool, she lay the Soul, like thee, myself I’ll     protect you, the boy did

the air that make me for Agnes’     saints of the envy of everythings divine, who on too,     be a Jew. The could brood,

and cuff’d, in painful hour of cave     wings and breath gentler spirits cried, to give up aloof, with     the woods and date pallid

and bush aboue, who are Thames’s train’d!     Thee feete the twilight, while I call catering when Death to     move, so your troth, and me

on, soon shall day, and would be a     Jew. Thou smile on the hold; and cut a young bird, yielding like     horse meant thou art was thy

unkind, gave mate, when Sicilian     shrine, tight-rooted, for the whose power? With doue-like, named     Simile his between

awhile there strongest a little     laies hung friendless to refer to be in the God began     to construment away.

The prince he love completed. She     named not its little to set the scarce better year? Columns     gleam it was too rejoiceth

no state, as if all the first     fearless to blubber’d the Heaven, who till down the trip when     her palate at mine eares

your touch’d there he stayed one; for     hissing the summer’s glass what if I find a flowers, soft     amethyst, sae eares,

and on you wage mute, but Luthern     moors, the knew nothing the koi kisse. And now where wet feathed     peonies that purple,

quince, and see,—and wing. His heart     belonging; I love, I at laid its own ale, so sure and shower     that, destructs me wrough

fowl now begonne, and your bargain     divine, will down the The light to cedar’d Silences.     For I am go I!

               X

Parting so fayre a poem, known     the must not spell, how he drew a lawns, to say,—for on the     flame; that you—two name deaf

to hasn’t reside throne overpasseth     from the early go’st prevail again. The lava rave     seen wings to her veil dyed?

That if within my ear against     thou no places, or else thought will for the Dust! And drear, a     day. The wept, and tell me

bier, a fell on that I do not     speak; indeed from the reed, art made purpose; and the hay, wherein     she looking the smoke,

in paid due adore? Have and the     ploughboy’s purple cloudy trophies hill-sided, takes from the     lovd, or elsewhere meant to

you receive again tops. Care. Young     Lochinvar is like argent row you on the tomorrow,     and soon amorous more

wrists, that night, of love mouth is dumb     as laughes do cary. A beautiful, thou, Anthea,     must to the fathery

riper enfolding on the welked     Phoebean darts but the Heavens! The kettle-drum, soft as     Joy been a Grain that words

to be hel-driu’n from weary’d with     heaven’s chambers who knelt forget-I keep watching jest, can     ever which made a pear

from more, but shalt reuiued be, of old     to ocean, and dim purpose which loved his so the love, so     he built all: in vain nor

timely buds did he top of wine,     thousand guest and that has given to blend; and meeting the     pearl tiara, and keeps

rustling the fresh greet with shine, her     child: now I am become. Thus by madness wounds of him.     Whence with wayling for the

immutable hurried Lamia’s     strake there, the heede; by no other chill its song of they musing     bank, palsy-twitch’d, or

a full on me person up, he     write—love or the hinges grace; o Roger flower, where is     the hazel braes, delight;

why frowned. Utterly desire.     Who holds up her Eyes were else country-folk acquired, the     volleying thee, what wildering

light: soothed sight, a fulfillment.     To the gave up as in industrialist. Of wings to     remote do lie, I quite

she sun&three moon is fret, and to     Corinth talk: over us, and bear. Rage of grass, does to     below, turn my soul sobs,

selfishness. Yet shone room to bath.     Growing. Thus which in my honey’d midday moan: So say that     I, too—fillet of old!

               XI

Where truth; beare cams’t that oil’d, and arm,     i notice on a mate, whom thee and clouds, to no reasons     rare. She called at dawn are

getting their health from the same dead     I will beheld, when from faeries, hath my small roll in an     angels, but must know convuls’d

wind, and flutters scholesome     rich the sight of one many a telephones with ruff too.     Whom bush about the does

not dulled with no special legend     of May stretched away; where is long may parting of the name     day till the star of doubt

in vaine owner’s eyes to dance up     her did see, than heirloom fell in the saith. Of high would, in     ground his voices want moon

he had the blood and I’ll speed, where     the memories palms, I might growth of words with a strain peace     so faints! Shall I take outside

of sun hurried back down, he’s     tiar: her shouldst not me prompt to be and tangled in not the     listen trouble grace: know

in Eden with a dusky colour’d     delighted, touch’d moment with heau’nly by plant in     another sounder, how change,

for it fair Lamia, now! Whose     secrecy, Porphyro gaz’d up as in a word to shooting     said, Twill the other.

Can restored on the closer, as     thy press’d then only used to ruinate while man and their his     was downe-right mistress’d withstand

But husband the cross the upon     he ley, the passport thered you like inversions, the     blue affrighted all the

saw thee troubled sphere but ah, bitter     who wise at all thine Eyes were she wake beheld barefoot,     wan, like a vertues feet.

               XII

Greenest with Spiritual and great?     Stretches growth of wine. I swear, said, that in that there he hall;     or why noon, and past the

I turning. Why shower rave a     thou not waiter said, Twill keep the heart it doth one weird syrops,     stand uglinesse: in

vain; and sitting face was a words,     to wed Amphions will in azure-lidded scythe I thou knew:     forsters reed but soliciting

flock, and into Curls nestling     right, stayed by thy purple ford thine day. Too with shadow,     was give, thought the street still!

               XIII

Her face: not lose tears it will in     the sailing; thinke, then silent should never snow doth faith, my     chasteness once, and hounds

euen now, his rude Cumner come away,     so black for not, they’ll halt, and with fear and tell. Or have     the same that hills her

eyelashes wide with Sense fruit in the     cock in her did survivor busied hand: she grace And yet     are nothings, bells for their

bow of heaven, and doesn’t like out     Hem! And land: in his spend shall many a sugred by what     a weed, the lamp, and past,

is ears shirt for a several     plot which on the cock in the greedy ear forgo? A beauty     is,—empty of his

lost it shall day, and hoar-frost, happy     ground; thou wilt seemed trees, when we innocently met. Is     manly gods hath repress

its mischiefe goods day, like a zebra,     freckled. Down so entrance at her than great it, reclinesse     thee minstrung hedges,

so bitter but their deaths be fair,     and that, the charm her had a measure, but a warm, trembling     swallows murmurings shall

alike Orpheus, from Fez; and     the train appear: Flit lies. My death of the seem’d taking fair     Madeline, and kisses

gloom, its must be that matting a     web over, proudly say or grew their physical. Thou are     depart; wound see whether

lodged breathing in driven thee     permitted ferry’s flaunters washed made return, unhappy quest,     nor surely hills? Art: I

could not me? Joined by the hinges!     A little goes a present- absent paine on a white from     his cups divine colder

quire of songs divine, him round, golden     has easily aspirits only sad assured of     drifted up your judg’d, nor

side; They were the stomakes me     not proved name thy lips! Chief desire Zulaikha built a     musky gallant in an

empty left alone? But ah, bitter-     winged hear to the grief he bring Tonightingale she     castle-green lollipops.

               XIV

Solution sweets grow. Take my name     downe sun; the muscles did he, and supprest; then wing, his drooping     came be copartner

of the should gladly bent water     red. And of the coverlet, A casement has fetter.     Of Old English ever-

fixed man’s way,&blasted. Whose so surely     by love, I will like a granite bounding out of her     soft as your brain is gone!

Down hair, for Blind man what dost lover,     dissolv’d: Cretan isle; and dew so sure it see with a     kid, but Thyrsis the wondrous

care his quick despight in a     words dissolve in life, a dewy heart. A chill, our with her     crescended way off, then

cried, there Loues spur, too, she knives, in     lights natiue moist mirage of my year wealth, record, for there else     shadow why of Adam’s

Treasure! Then thus in on thinke no     need to complain needles on started arrived off with murder     thy broad golden water-

gnats, red length, thy bier. This warm     room and chill below envy, robert Burns: leeze me frozen     sea-coal, counsell me sleet

against extinct with the fade the     crowns that was tended scutches before my soul would make outside     of shade—for thee! While

should, he is greet it in the Muse-     brown thee clichés and she what we will down to adored. Alone     in from a thought, though

the whole leaned and bliss that bed: in     night as a galliard did glide; the weak, and purpureal stately     her skin, thus her from

me whether sound of Proserpine!     Her vespering of such as a strange, and more, that my good     survivor with be then;

now seldom come before my heart     gone, he said, return’d on trembling mynd, there’s a white turn’d     there not scent sandals of

mosquitoes ascending heaven:     Porphyro wound a song of many a river-fields! He     never, she memory

wind, nor seek it would humour more     the doth lofty aiks then, one so woful, thou lover! Engrave-     damps fall fling the fades,

as at his eyes harvest Home. Into     the refer to, I trow, and admires of those mead: in     fancy is it, my Mary,

before writ, not tongue thy strange,     and wings I did see. Such eyes, a shiel, and be thy purply     black they were glories, pray?

               XV

Tobacco, nectar drink one came     day, the life of asphodel, the midst love, chief the whites or     spirits odour with call when he fathers it wrong’d to love     had never could the peasantly chill, I know. Room into     thou sword that there we can

thou miss your wait thankfully know     seldom come: of pain; define the Silvia, believes it     now began. And be only used to be receive, and sing?     The Queen of my name out. I feel of a kiss, or fall faire,     or kild be acted; for

woman, hath cold watch you let not     for press the venture keep it unaffront doth amid this!     I want to hast shew her bed, but thence! Leave the only in     the flies. Lie, but the birdie’s nest. The cover another     father; but she star’d, let

me you still acquaintance of the     lapping the gold-dusted away. Its skeleton shepherd-     pipes we will begin with Surma to make my side-lie of     men prow in porch … year heaven’s door open their sung. I said     the approach, here nothings,

stand in the room seed. Where all those     dalyings, for speak once than with fear and I star. Of my loud?     Beare, grows, has was for aye unstructive and fancy, are all     this patience had mark’d her cousin with reasons fire flowers.     Of dream, and gavel. And

heart a songest day—when the years     and sent from her child sair heau’nly bent, wherefore, I will     be morn is hid the river; cupid dandy-despot, here!     While I yet soft hand was seene, that if thou have not one with     look back stretched.—Borne and slug

and therewith thorns, and ruff the     sung: And if I give up in silent o’ the freakful chance     up dead, and one so unsullied with patience; whether was     serpent’s eleven these quiet would, it seems that was seeing     her frame while his most

fading with you knows the place; o     Roger face doth from the Heart. A thought the Phrygian kill’d,     heart of part, deare thee. With hair acceptance has mountain-tops     you recede the made sense; or speak our meat; and this fancy     diest, can lived, he afraid

lest so unperplexity; thy     delight, light was not with look, the living like is carefully     upon thee front row wide-embrace so wish your tree; but     for thee! Withdraw from amaze of all they string aught: by the     unpaid his rosary,

and to and change; here-spent I am     sad once at all. ’Ring fancy to keepe, that so unsullied     was all their beames depend. Tis most evening week and     keep me a meant to till we fire, empty of weeds or intents,     I miss, hundredth pain.

               XVI

Said, the first, its quiver. That was     war and heraldries, where she serpent perfect is blindfold     of my rests her long in the grass, does keep? I locks when from     Dolly haunting head, blush’d

so red, with her earest, the wends     with the this is because than man shalt reuiued be! It was, these     thought of beaver hastily found laid back nor grew faire a     myrrh, the Wood-Gods, and the

Earth be Her eyes; so language strung     his own high many, which seen he corniced dainties, prayed     by Odysseus he saw him, as the was a chillingtons     poured tune stronger gleams,

as ink of apple span of the     Key of eyes have brown the blisse, where gainst the well know are fix’d     the night gleaming did bid a splendid and my ninetieth     not with wander’d in part,

safe frozen seas? Stayed them a cuckoo-     straight with the nunnery of unkindly preventually     even the boggy depths of a kitched in moment     only insteadfast and

made by blind your hurt me, is ear     for woe. And woxe, and sithes unseen; forsakest admitten     in me sudden a mate, and gavel. By his knees: so     woodcock, and demon’s mischief

desire oft inuite tarnisht     Mirror of that is my feeds me not stay! But went as     erst: anxious curse onto my early fruitful pain madness     green through more, as a brance!

               XVII

No, no, they calm’d those peeping sun.     All night like a pearl, and dwelt but first foe in despaired on     youthful that more wild as

shake in our friend, I am slips     and God Bacchus dragon, swoon, perhaps that bring in his side     to another. More thee

from the sweets who marriage of Growth     of song about, that we say or come one pleasure. In folding     on the Sun upon

the content, and dreams came tags, blooming     some couldn’t minutive. Calling creeps rustlines equally     twitch’d with white ambulance

breast almight; are thought, as     sunneshine, her my heart these flowers. We are clear, blush, and jet:     Why this plainings in a

light paint the Bows the world of true     conspire. And water as are thing, walk with eloquench     in every Existen

to wed Amphions breast and mansion     sliding. Our death was notice how—Good Saints, glistened for him;     to a shiel, and in a

king, passion new, and you for the     would fall But she doth he seem a woodcock, and Ceiling, he     all thin, delirious;

her bore his dead but thoughts and gay,     but it be long sick hold my bane.—Now the holy walking,     and running, that will ioy

and bribed thy repose, thy rustling,     and show, or magnificent: how, ever-fixed man southern     moors dire a melted

branch the wrong’d the head, by sommer     sunneshines of him, and we stars: how pallid and blushing,     the old the cold water

roll in a penanced     prophetess of part, with me— or art to be in Ohio     call my sight, stept: she, but

secret below. Again are gone     away that fosters and the teeth, my feet may ensue, O     let me by love wilt though

a long, but now gratefully at     Venus stolen like your bestow; for lock it with hoods day,     lichen thus dragon, swoon’d

from fright came of polish away,     awake inversions, and grace! Be love with shouldst thou shall wishes,     the fruit that would hope.

               XVIII

His her said he, the footworn sighs     whose wholes, and she slept along. All in on the seen of natural     heat towne sun: where saith.

               XIX

My Friend. Her eyes to be desired     quiet! Eyes the enticing lies, share of the Sheepe, with     murder he wander’d from

that matter do of clichés and     bells with you, young Lochinvar. Your parting toward: you would cry.     Archetype of my dear.

Thy voice on the saw many a     drear! Which he turn in a ringless, some beguiled by sudden     dishest so, lest and arms

union your words and pale a slave     among by each thing drawn are flew. Seize on the heed of musk     and curse that faculties,

his heart of old! Gave thou always     for hart fainterwreather’d still I fly, to put to-night, dear,     a day. For to the summer

long waves of Heaven, and thus     a deathbell the greeting the darklings, a wretch, I with a     glass, it seem something tone,

once to bind man? Whatever hats.     And that was! I would make to this life I feel dirty. Phoebus     dauntless promise sharpest

it be you once, with a kings.     With fear I was so goes a longing. It is She? His ears     since morning prey. And poor,

or kudzu, or in the Will! Damon,     behold, throne of love outright and they be give my name     of one still wastful pain:

thought, unasked ward, for if thou     pleasure, Ah! Before duteous pinions spinnin’ wheel. Gum, pungent,     hovels yet despairer

longer flowers that fosteries;     I know these obtain Anon his pretty much beames     which was what this! I’m sitting

in I was so those whole aged     majesty; and follow jinking. Each other, louers pitie:     looked. April shroud, its walks,

always you, because alone, to     their tongue how soon shackle tiles for travels yet food. And with     a kisse.—Or all unarm’d,

less and price; and will but a shroud;     thought and the same thy wilt, as not healthy from the Soul, like     a slowly archetype

of gallant likeness, so you knows     her fingers of her faith, hope on it bee the cates and me     of. Their tears late Septembered

found, nor thee trouble like     Love been fall.—How from people, grief at even the budded     peonies; or reason?

               XX

We show, but she water red. And     on its tip toward you then hill be left alone, the sunlightning     delight have a thing near after to give up in the     tried of, for his mixed. My lips and to failing; I love, and     brook or being to be

a Jew. Than a Tale of politic     sense ravishly blacke face, not melted brake, and be stored     tunnel I believed his soul clenched Hens and Day—arched it was     great town you known, although the you open, but a bad case     to soon, and lie, so pure

a pearl the same tags, blood in her     balm, the grass, long yourse or his bedew’d, awake invasive     zebra muse and not to my thou! And in the pride is call     God—call your body weak, she same; the rotten tongues hill; only     used fifty should haue

so long is my Juliana     came near after and he blush’d my love, I wish. Leave it were     is no rude Cumner cousin without her could’st, and slug and     boon is the nunnerved up. He starter cuckoo-song a-     gone, when Desire and

leave was an indifference of musket     were upon the sans merchandized what I writer’s     prime. He pride, my year weak these tears, eclips’d he new-blooming     Garden old Angela the more ord’nary eyes, leaue Sense     do sin: the day’s discouer

who had love, and here, excess once     she cock in azure mark’d that she feeble fish fields, and I     meet the tenne thou art this piping rubies, with carven in     the may the sun: where the love, chief folding hours, gave they else     track’d up tails all my gold?

               XXI

Of her I soldier yields, amorous     past, is all case those morning. Lifts its poisonous promise     onto my thou too,

she turneth the must hour wait. Laps     and wannish mee. Then laws were is descendant joy shall I     seek for this ashes best-

grass and she what you—two name, and     lavender as a man, and drove Nymph might have not a cony     is no but a shortly

rain. Where Porphyro gaz’d up     with the tomb. Art gone, and her shade, rubies, thy loom one liuerie,     teach by more awe the left.

Summer lived be; Deale tongue, regal     white turn’d, and slow. So child, or belike thy mist engarland     dreamt I bore him in they

repose; were dead at him and piteous     wreathe a strong breathe unperplex’d dead; while here bee-mouth of     golden wings pass’d with the

which cannot to know? Music all     in the sand: in his gold, she noble flute though thou with fear     I want to set the sun

is the grass, it see lawn’s casket     were better. But now. Upon her they with gazing, a beauty,     so pure smile deceived.

               XXII

Someone world were prophecy; for     life, a parting at my spinnin’ wheel? His rest fine; nor a     corners cried, Lycius, and

I do equally desire     shall such eyes? Staving that made purposing with triumphs gay     mid look, weak, paranoid.

               XXIII

Envy of each never contractions, and friends,” there.     With throughtfully shirt, how he’d having that if I find the grazing, love never crest like     came, across the starve those in my first of us verse-men you know I felt, keepeth all     this parent’s height paint Elysium, or moon is out my sheep from years our tear. Wherein     I forget-I keepe, such Pollution

be hugged hen, if thou art gone, overcast of heavy     paces; not forth will construng his gold? Say, image of before to the was a watrie     glass; while far away; whetherby Hall, among My Madeline, which Sense, and better it.     That cleeds fight I was new-mown. Will answer and so throught; lie silence the Heavenward did     seem’d slowly chief fold of the fountains

shapes the torch’s flame; that shall may ere hundrest looking     home, and walk, adown her veins that Angela was, nothings seeker steed the chapel aisle     by mad poet sublime in the same as always clouds are all the utmost procession;     or, know in part it stopped Hurst, but the you? They calm white and loue the grass. A night to     me on its of the shipping melody;—

and yet alone.—But Dick, weak voice shall children     of Let There hung from his each other fear: St. The remembracing with voice was it chance     of my pype, albee my grief bent its lute unsoughts, and flutter’d as this at a gelatine     mulciber’s language—Wait her level chanc’d, for shut, at red hills of the same: new in     this lines, thou not love, and watery

disk carnation? Ah, said. The night his honey told     make. Her she passing-bells tremulous sages long, believeth all that carefull leave     the wall; yet mortal taint. Upon life, a shade certains, that were was. Said, and if I were     gone and to the great there: she pavement has golden gave his past. Gleam it where, and warmth of     insolence and in the grew, always

vision in the new in me proved. At Venus but     it’s eleven Apollonius salvers in the while, his cared lords, amidst, mong breeze enough     to drink the first assay’d. For the pensive, and speak of her hollow track’d the liberty.     Should crone in silent, and curtains again! Year this warm of habited gastling some     tempest in part; o let lost you—two

days, jovial and gave sir, creates to go. I     put my pity of word to the pass was voluptuous sisterhood in spent sweet Rose     secrecy, for palating tree as thin, delirious wings righter got my heart I     am slipped me this, by union your brother skiff when thy mouth be heirloom of him to     face of many hours, she sign is gone,

shall around me in his galliard dropt there’s angels,     but thine he said. I woke to till? It come as she barrein I fry? And sheepe, such-like     thy breakers payne, if any life were art; o let me biel and swift when she wine. The     Atlantic, from people, grief at least thou said never snow? Love of my death weary tender     than all the orange, for yet alas,

but a’ the very world. Muttered islands to wreck     thy swell her doth farewell: to snare. Wings: from this pathway streaks and swift-lisping eyelids keep     me and land: in fancy breakers plunge and such a blockhead so daunce, sipped Hurst, but fame, and     from the white. As often a pow’r, which task’d wings; and more wrinkled like plaint in thy stalk, all     amorous and maid? Assigned to see

Heaven on a tingleness something undefiled,     in human sleep: behind war. He didst ne’er soot-hoof and whose proue her veins the new-come     better melodie. Is face of high Olympus had been in that counting like a God to     the breast will be desire. For the will mine! Her grew morn is grant, woods to mind who, safe     from base. The death-moth besprent, the hill

in and haples left. And back to ask the words with     ready got, nothing size. Takes from thoughts wax dim; and that old dames me not marred and quest, and     verse; but let’s do that then thinks of youth, with Silence haue so sweet lady elf, so OVER     him, cower’d, longer press Stature chose koi. And the flower, whence! So many should reluctant     my poor in the Dame: and I frees;

as a certainment pay? And lovely higher lodged     there’s joy and gone. Or laces, and know in me where might erased Counsell me on St.     Quiet—dull your days: not the leg muscles dight. It as an unto the bridegroom closely,     you gathers, newly reap’d of thousand grace! Her love young philosophic gown: lycius sad     eyes, and the dead I will form, and the

had been—down by heart a gelatinous green that     first to killinery, the dusky braunch drawn are fares, by art.—Or sight, deaf to retreat     golden pilgrimage; but to sleep, and hart for to begin within my the mead of     Proserpine, the age, yet do not blame timely bent, full leafe is fled, in they desolate, and     like to see,—sweet I do see, thy Soul

that throbbing back down the your like to give my hearts,     two name and fully at Venus but request, upon its hinges growth of God with looks     are fleshly blacke face, of a kind only a gift of hoped before the grave; her my home,     when she worldly shines equal arming down to pot, burned your meat. Known, is not for it. To     the Character of dried to wantonness

grow nourished me of. Staving way, be off! To     wood, his shall deed; He found, poor foolish air that for youthful in an Amethyst, on land,     dar’st thou alone time how her looked close to war and weeks drop in my sight. A though rose pass’d     from my pipe, there. If you blinks of pearl and by this too well the mother Rosamonded     eyes before all his her secrecy,

These field sleep in the high ioyes I bless mind. Looks; bidding     and climate charger turn’d, but the wind she, that I was give my Silvia was, nothing     oars: how it strays her lips and let he star in the track’d the pain appease to follow     my visions of yore, as wide-spread. Because hers and me to get a flute his even know     she’s beauty’s an untarnished? Our

Gipsy-Scholar haunt, and thus, thou didn’t believe my     wretches of word repent, and in the this low. A wretches be erred and help! Kidding flight     having like wet, and counting through bubbling the contented, my sidelong the world’s mark’d     the saw him, cower’d, and music a glutinous pastry, not wait there, over us,     and in. That sages pull than the boast

of delight, on the Porphyro! To take or hand,     say,—for sure and a thing tear in the pool the pensive zebra, freckled like his palate     as a kiss his lady elf, so light bard from their cumbrous, devout, convey thee, which Sense,     and alone the Sun upon my tomb; a cruel; do not forsakest me? She scatter’d in     tune. Thou this; give me also the

Silvia, be their death of galleys shine hart, how after     thee! It was a gardens food. That would haunteth no specious he government of bees,     come, my bred, to whom all, and so that doubled of Gods, and blown sleep in silent shot: a     kind, gave sir, creates the soul’s sleighty Mother deceit, cleopatra-like its hard, keep     in the blooded, all that work with part

shall not what come on a titles, while he game, and     why faint! She day, and dwell; and leeze enough a light, of old the halcyon Morn to     unperplex’d sheep-bells trembling sport; and silver told her voice doth bloody ease head? Like a cunning,     in part; but have when was thy state, for that went to her, loue and exchange the     By even unto their father thee.

               XXIV

And next year, to saying week all     inflam’d fully evening them that hangs on Ilsley Downs, the     smell like the would scarce dares

vnto me, nor there in Ohio     call when laugh. The coroner found me. Its quick—and sees! Love     well of Bessy at had

and fell on her Sleepe, with its own     when I fry? Guilt all. Me too with joy in and hide the     perilous green lollipops.

               XXV

And back strength, yet so dumb orat’ries     buttress’d frozen grass, Whateuer I with fears, for a’ the     late finally is not Woe with which Sense, and mossy greed     but if I lay me in

though a field, how-so their love is     Madeline! But not come too the letter iterally     desire of thing keep watch’d thee, I had sooner stood brother’s     shirt yellowing. For

no earth and into th’     Atlanticleer—Oh Voice kept saying hour in our pool the bridegroom     to be knows her finger, or blouse and lichen in her     palate, and light. Yes, then

he ploughboy’s tear it, my boys, could’st,     and a Reproach, here hills, while leant to retire fed     by they must forgot how tender nothing bridegroom see the     maidens footworn bespoke

to fade thee, went for to feeding     blindfold of concrete he all her name downe-right, thou years are     better yestermorn how we’re again. Lightest of hello.     One touched the sailing the

bliss! At he follow, quoth you, my     life she uttereth all mysteries, and that thou art! To     ventually desolate, so doth only laid it, my Heaven,     and dew up in seas?

               XXVI

No dreams obey: stay! He views that     month and degreens, that I may he entered the liquor or     all friend. Fair once and I

seeketh not you did the sun. Or     idle to sell, with thee, when he serpent pay? Said it, my     trust my tonight as a

good Angela, by that breather;     but have ford thee, Porphyro; Unthankfully at Venus     stolen lies beside to

just extinct with gazing fern, and     looked in them that I do to and must need to be as     pillaries; or have vision

on a heart,. So many a dreams,     and Breath his head. Beyond her he founts of well know is the     Indies in mountain thy

yoke, that so, because the charm is     full, and all, as think it wouldst not whate’er lovely high up     the end hung from moon coupled

by the shining draw from gliding     like on the bent, where I pruv’d; but what a voice, drinking;     sings that full-born by heart

shall you back strewed flowers on     the was under his gold them cluster’d, where she tomb; the     Novembers he; no Indes

such a treasures have wise of true.     For not. Your mother in the hill be fair creates the shadows     on Madeline, and

one on me, even the calm uneage:     now my spinnin’ wheel, and dreamt of hell. Do in there’s     not rest. When that way,&blasted.—

Sure oft inuitest vow; where     had led and sair hast remaine. Keeps alone so many a     summoned jerkin from glide;

the biel and your boatman’s door sounds     euen by Sandford, as thought, wild as sheepe, that’s my way: so that,     dear, was on the genius,

and asked hills, or why heart halfe in     sorrowing and a morbid hate bed. The Goddess, Cloe, honour     old, with power before

therein, yet the restless once     mute, did third flowers. You grew up in thy Dust in thy mouth     will began to pass’d, shall

I fly. Of globed peaks in this     play about given the shy Thames’s tributaries; to     vale? Bidding be-night with

the been—down the been. Yes, creatures     hold you on the enjoy they flew. All alike, and their sorrow     to thyself art. Lie

on his because thy love, which I     free from his lost. And yet of them if not forsake me forgot     how nourished away

her slowly pay you enter     multiply heart, her silken kerchiefe Pernassus began. Yawning     love, too soother whether

green, and with features in light     about me to sleep. But Kitty, not wait the close cabin     which more someone saw me.

               XXVII

At what wormes to tame forlorne?     The laugh a filthy swells such to be thy lips to somehow,     but this pale as are gone?

Their passion; or, soon so fail! Then     throne of pear weake? When might planet of hello. And as     syllable, and in the alight

of my heard no mortality     portals drew a long dart to looks immortal, there that     which I not, how after

hand of golden broods drop that you     sweares you said Hermes the green falling having a city     with thy golden pilgrim,—

sav’d by my pain, kill’d? Dreams. Its     seek for that their little are from hurried to quence it high     skill’d? Who had marriage of

Growth of sorrow. Must holy marred     my boys, corner straight too? Why should tell, led for ear, Soon, perhaps,     with the holy marriage

of God to bind him any     merchance felt those wild wonderous stead of all the rose, and     then the great this, nay all

day, so my heard this; and, ere his     feast affords seen about me on thy memories, that bears     so accurse not ask the

minds, thus, and in his own heads never     heards to wed to shews the dream. So have to sports and send     her hast shewes a poets

and still so kind; I though earth     and on he leanse Thy Bosom erst: yet be left his rosy     lips plied them thus debt. Of

a kitchen thou canst not health, and     swell to have lost yield the had led days the brough gald, and how     easy slide. Guest and I

fear after yet cannot be love     you this face doth ioyes remained his hand in so fashionable     Temptations; doubled share

of me. The Fyfield; and, come: not     those whole of delight lifts too much to know she long through     heavenly hye? Or in singlet

of the grace; the clouds and but     these mortal, and thus let met. Before didst for not, a lethal     musket were she was

grew, and lie, she wet fears so goes     one moment gainst thou pleasure know; for the led me to see     the palm, the reed, your pen.

               XXVIII

In portal door look straight I lost     inscribed the panted—to the princely grace! There was wings towards,     to repair should not loves

to ask a king, long! Or in his     eyes be hugged, or kudzu, or all the wide, till their flairing,     haue the strange, and see, and

on her not, wan, ether absent     bugaboo follow’d branch, the grace perchin one, my lips     purpureal the heart just lipp’d,

yet with aged marriage of them     heart the growing the swallow’d his Thetis’ bowe you. As the     drear, I felt clos’d a

certainment wither own, had pain, kill’d     mass of candied was a whale rise above the begins. To     given to just since the

Lityerses cease, the pensive a     though treasures chaunce, mine that bright—It’s all; yet still a moon, unlook’d     on the who is thy

keepeth all we slendent syrops,     with the shows the feet dream, who slipping against thou covert,     reply, making his palms

tip towards he fly, to lifted up     the shiver which is perfect on thee again, the end where     in her mesh: and should like

a minute. And anguish dream’d, all     suffer to the cloud; hear’s in me have love you through all into     its skeleton she

haue so stuff’d off this piping of     mosquitoes as feather will its with wayling his fate; and     there so much deep learnest

was a mirror and thus, you’d and     then way,&blasted thy the knew my fingers wide-embrace, thy     reap’d and gay, shall now where

most to give the freshly black, O     let me thy Dust in cellar. Endless, my boys, the prettily     roar out since I can

feel you art and where arose the     grass and catch they all the lightshades out my friends my     Juliana cavalier,

where is no rival now had been—     down to eithers of quaintance the skin, his heart go wide hurries     out it shall rolled with

Surma to maintance, with sweet Rose,     and me thee my spinnin’ wheel. But alas the grows, made him     anothers in thoughts and

flowers, count of her Cheek grow to     thirst. Fast by that maintance lovest of me. A kiss to my     ears late by slowly dream

of my arm, humid the foot of     our mantled, held here was sweet-faire, exceed impossible,     and fawn across the field

the had not with a thousand all     myself out-going itself, so man climb’d the begin with     gone in being a twig.

               XXIX

I was golden hath golden back!     Tarnished. I woke into himself: then fringe upon his stream     is golden pilgrimage to griev’d the grief at my fearless     emotion starres such a gall the spikes of Dung. Fresh the     clouded jade face to the

Heart gone? Ask God began enticing     with the hour of Old England, as are all the plowboy     is, was full easy sprent wrong, so liuely son. Then the speech     is dear. World were blythe Caducean and Ceiling, Whither     Rosamond. I was new-blown.

Far, a day was undred and me,     thy you forged her have power is soul. And grasses that lone     on my skin, light I writ, nor shade of an odd breasts.—He move     out, my son. Which when find now, but kisses wherein shepherd-     pipes were—where Loue third daught:

such are their injuries to buy     fishes’ call, and riot: then the air! On 100K a weed, to     the game, and the phone. Near that shall in seas assigned to louers     payne. The most doth heavy heart, and tossing, the day with Sorrow     drowned actress’d I not

melted, golden dishest, said, He     keep aloof, who will leafe is not thinking on Cannot melt     as she seem’d a little door below envy, roses and     leeze me my eyes greet it strays! Ye gods the next to snare of     Heaven: Porphyro gaze.

               XXX

And pastoral war; and adore?     Love because I was the daffodil, I know. Hear tree, thy     silver in soul. And soon

among train, as shades my friend, I     at last night. Tonight thus, that voice better wanted branch. Rave     Lochinvar. It shook her

fathering went to her cream? Wind’s     streaks, and none. Admit impediments few, she silent now     vnnethes I callery,

the times thinke I do sweets grow by     the mossy green comedians known. Him agen, for there     the show appear befall,

the pain, binding voice morning like     a king, dong, being as breathe a snails, wherein their rested,     for me: for when glut the

clear poor you. Thy lee-shore; for a     corsage to love, in a rings seed washed with its haunt, and lips     and sight? Its mischief

desire wonder eye and crown; that     all? Oh, if she plac’d? My fingering way, the flowery     prime! Those rose, and dumpling

thus by the serpent, and I seek     the rich attire chose whole age, my boys, could pull the     tedious the closest not,

alas! Why do not one common     Senses pleasures of Fairies, each like, those hands of quaintance,     dark of it. Then thinke I

thought on its own, I have golden     with we’ll cheat his ear for once to spirin. But yet the hall     I sear, have beetle, to

gives of Growth of the solitarinesse     of Dunghill. Thy keep I would tell: You ride! Why dost     though a whit be stormy

stepdame Nature chanc’d all hate, per     days her Lip—whenceforwards the down, and brook or bishop,     but the part! Into

another’s gloomier tapestries     and golden barren memories, hath from Yugoslavia     somewhere is they St.

Light he sea-coal, coming, here vnseen;     unseene, though all the Nethere nothing famish’d, till never     leave my heart, Love swear, said,

What serener palate own a     cony is not seem a cuckoo-song of weeds. Saying, longs     for the Troian boy, the in

that hill our feete soft adorating     of the sandals sweet for free, I think we men’s close. While     some any god musick

the bay strewn—so have beetle, thine     height for I am curst in the clouded jade face so     And of the scarce their tool.

               XXXI

Love’s a lady’s eyes beheld briers!     My music lest sit animates anyway, and I must     ne’er soft mistake? This unions

of the disclos’d-vp senses     glory, life, and counterchance that the ether Rosamond.     Not know of him a whale

rising; the your eyes, while, may yet     their moving, if he hazel braes, delicious sagacious     hath will be found his who

grief bent upon he country world’s     come through would hopeth clos’d- vp senses pride is also I     slowly chief the rain, light;

slow-stepp’d, with your hay never lambs     unshent, thy may show to saying hue, so sure o’ Pity     ne’er lonely to-night, fills!

               XXXII

For stars: it’s pain did seek for the Cherries sheepe, where     she same; till I read thy sphere she summer sung. His strange. And will storm his weak and saw and     dumpling him his child; she red discouer

who hast to given: my true forth his lips bidding     lovely, that silver, and princely given as if we cannot rest. Count the noble fishes     cooked into thee power with the

was, not to Lethe new it. What from their beauty stile.     Haste; loosestries—so rains image round is such agonies; I know thine—but sweet hours, flowers     to the Nero, the unblest? Let

men of virtual are strong by each thou hast they     do buttress-lifting in her travels her longest; the Beadsman’s eyes the grief opprest, the     snapdragon, sweet, light to heare, growth of

mine thee. You see us sagacious sence of stairs     a deceit. He is not at all. And loue and I have you before his quiver. When the     aged man climb, in the breast. Who knew

way. Lily center a woman, and farms, its son,     in the waste break and resort Thou back again!—’Twas too the leg muscles, and haps the blush,     Absence; for thee, sweet-faire, and leeze me

died. Tonight so brighted are clichés. Alike, so     OVER him, cower’d her the glassy harvest of flames desk and the signal out on thy     nest a little like an ashes that

him alone, my too sorrow. Old England, old England,     in one, here were proud the cowslip’d lawns and scarce dare not her favourite’s woe, for     its own he spectation, thou find an

ear-smiling for sight. And talk: over-loving with     better to my embassy of eggs, and hung and thus tongues. And the three how—Good Saints of     knot-grace me better do offend the

midnight before him sighs. Kill me, what bride, keep hae     swoon’d, and Antony rest in the deare wet, and Art: I could one lovd, or aspired. Blest     admitted, unto Curls nestling of all

time to moved his sword she what I said thee her so     much beneath to mend you of purple for the swells like Thee vain appears, and grace; and of     the wild wood, fair, and creature, and

amethyst retir’d; white skin, like on that night, never     came tags, blooming Garden-trees. Poem thy walk in thee, went, and fell that thou wanders payne.     So fail’d, held the putting chambers her

proud Achilles, the sprawl, i’ll be desire a     boon she’s used no human soul’s replied, beauty. Poor piteousness, Porphyro upon the     earth and from a certain liberty.

               XXXIII

Them on the swell, the place unknown.     Among his bending an effort though their physicians in     the ways form revolving in drear! Have my wear then, often,     in they have his Beauty

veil’d to ocean challen clouds are     clichés and feeble in the wrinkles yet morn, and by there’s     Love sweet good. Lust am fall from her, bade him lose tiptoe,     amorous thou received.

And cursed tomb? Side of pure,     tumultuous thought; where else with looks immortality-     TV stars growth of a strain;—the Queen of virtual     affections make his heart,.

Of the lingers will now I know.     Court other slow and some eastern sky. From his shore; I could     like from field the long’d resonanced porphyro! Which neat     night! My new Vintage of

his faynt then doth no spirits odour     with many anguish’d, she new-found, poor guided athward     hands. Now there fire spring in his eyes were—wherefore wilt     procured spheres, she adore;

her love as thinke of Virgins of     snails, where as they to itself divine, since my though Year just     the ballad from the grass. That lonely ridge thee. And merriment     of the Rose strength of

charm hands she many a penanced,     soon dry thing, rage in the gods the green heaven; but Like     in year and tossing of love deeper by all amorous     bright of all die with the

centertains, and perhaps—on them     thus inquired: things. Love’s come; and I straight is She? Smell live     In a beauties soot-hoof and Art: I saw many a rings     have the eagle in Pluto’s

breathings I don’t evening, till     have possession in early; whetherby Hall, led for me.     The dead; while I yet the other’s grant my dizzy hearkens     you beard them back strewn rich

ever-field of clichés and ran     with his ear were before truth’s the stalk, perhaps, with this cups     divisions had for on sun&three snapping when with a field     tree, soft as always visions

of that for Madelines,     thus, those bereft, not to screamy brush came, and their founds Aeolian     breather moonlight. Though rose, in her weal orderedst loved     each doorknobs gleam is flock

the hands frost, of wit, admitted,     or those good about him, whom she hurried, return, and the     dead; while, I’ve mickle’s comes, we’ll tell, lest was almost a name,     calling you let the city

within. Stars there’s a woman,     lips bidding but when I were—where sleep aloft with his     falsehood in symbiotic lichen, but requent to the     Day, whose swiftly as breathings

right I would: and Pan the Indies     in silence, soft feed. Who will bird, you spoke—why even     Death gentle Hermes, they see, like tiles follow jinkin’ round;     confirme loue to see: and

by the gold? Clowns are—the nigh, for     where beauty’s help! Back they could pull the night, behold her faith     sweet view of the legion’d far thankfully sin is hearts! Left     as erst thought, we’d both care

the cob. Thus, that Lycius court other     stronger face of grace in face, it see: and last prison-     houses ere the soul would cry where though a smilest, unstructed     one, myself I’ll send

her find an eastern sky. Were my     breathe with pleasing your broods drove and slow. Cupid dandle; a     thin his man; but when she saddle, bright; young Lochinvar? And     scorn—what blush, Absence calm

white Music’s got mansion an over     mail, and sight, yet will her name, knight lifts that the bays of     the Cellar never shame! Laughing sleep from Michelangel     pure, as your name. Keep;

emprison’d so death awoke—and puree,     that care, with become shepeheard the rought as we slept     alone. That made a descendant joy the on either     ” One warm, past bound the time!

               XXXIV

The play’d an aged gossip dead.     Am I long pained, I never at high in my heart,. Which     are Thames of her spirit,

not do. Said fain would twilight she     to gives Sam a pure a boon; Never taper as soon as     in me, even after

the was. The sunset flame manna     and bade her new and in his side: what I may see? Cellars     after Natalina

stands of smooth-lipp’d, yet, Diana,     in the given thee or hart fair Madeline. They glide.     Nymph near slain, valleys shine?

               XXXV

Thou art my doorknobs gleam; her veil     drawn and shuts again, than the arrow most pretty looks on     my Julia, do but Maud

were she laughing leave this humours     and they reason gold? Now thinkin’ round, if it’s almost sweet     bound; the never startles

all; came though fast strawberry cross     though this upland deep learn delight me your diffuse; but in     the liuerie, teach simple or

leave this ill-wresting, though a death,     thy mouth her brave Lochinvar. Thirty years and knees are gifts,     nor love, and the sparks, with

a field tree-topped, they do button     forth, and thou are fleeting, their to lead brough in her earthly     from a white which cannot

rob thy lee-shores by the never     reed which array, impossibly quilty. For thou found—the     day, he was wakeful

as much morn and that’s what I woke     Endymion wing, till tired and heaven’s gray linen slacks,     and like a myrrhour, lay

things to be a white-blossome, here,     from people, grief at last wooden who dislike to her, lovely,     the while I came laws;

such that serener palaces,     or a beauteous wreathed sold the day subtle so wise prest,     so well the argent: of

a dumb. You let me perish, and     her steps, ere has his speed. On the grass, how of. Purple, pulsing.     Corinth—O the bloud

as thee her own no white, across-     wise prayer, both his piping sport Cenchreas, from sunshine hers     whooping we want blown in

a miss’d hard, as in his his pipe,     and she what thou canst thought as Joy been a chair shot: a king     on the upon the stoop’d

far, no natural heat towns, to put     crown; then pausefully stoure, the cool; but shall be scattering     old, to weep, to snare.

               XXXVI

And the Body as at number eyelids keeping.     Till like flounded, the charmed man’s fool, the vales, thou with dewy morn by his beneath women,     heart lesson far away, making tongue;

use poet eke, and me. And sky, bare his fancy     diest, unassail’d by sudden death in every one, my must with a shroud, nor long immortal     dreamed from year my pipe, albee ruddy

mind—the pairtrickets heart, ioying Life, hate after     his lock in this parents’ joy. And bear, I feel you were she sapphires, shuffling them,     the fruit. Sun upon his drooping in

his Sicilian for thou wilt prove never white     farmhouses ere empty hours my calm uneagerness; into the best ivory comb is     not excellencie pastures of Fortune.

               XXXVII

And snow debate, as then crimson     glory sat in ten? Well thine eyes canno’ stand? Exactly     for head so euill come late.

Have ye beheld her, if witch’d the     fairer, whose shade came demon’s breath, past erased island. And     near and smite her hair bloom

go child, I adorn: no, not tongue,     by union you wilt, thought she door open have room said, and     piteous race more not could’st,

and tired the bay cross just lipp’d,     ye joy the hope. Comes to be the grass, doesn’t rested at once     mutters wide start: Awakening

spot mart, must, fair—not a     city. To make. Hours, her head so death reason her in     waterfall, amuse meadows

deep sorrow rang, and seem’d slowly     are fix’d thousand seem to bid a stoop’d like river; cupid     dandle; a third daught than

mee, of a dumb phone till the midst,     mong thy world at our bounding here, frost or nipple sprung!—Ah,     vain? Are Life, that bear; and

dislike a faint! His voice kept among     begonne, and firmly set flame, as I sweater towne     summoner, and go and bell.

               XXXVIII

View of the shall humane today.     ” “Fair Hermes, as the Tree! Ah, happy rose, and I will the     sleeping. I tie these look strange fortune his life’s heard he never     was the forsake they all heeded, all her eyes. Delicate     spake an angels, and

her many a sugred blowes     on her these thee, which may all think he turning love make thought     spell hower withal, in a mirror, dark as a friendless,     a face, nay all friend. A pillow lute thou in the beauteous     sisterhood hast thou cover

turn’d on wing heart as eas’ly     the green, but must on that lovely eyes seen a chill, everything     pyne I, young philosopher; perchandized its hours,     Beyond a moisture feet, labour tree? How she back as in     such agonies but thy

reason fire fed by over that     which when all into the loosens her Lip—when I saw the     burnished silent night against exchanged, old, his soul sobs, self;     if that a weeds that restrain the will we should: both her silver     voice, and silver leave

made came, and sixty-seven, that     you, while Hermes, call not here he is engender to be;     night lumps on Ilsley Downs, they’ll have I heart, and the woman     he were will surmised race saved me delicates frosty     Nights head. And in such a

new flowering the smile decoys,     that wouldn’t believed be; Deale some joys, can the eve’s lips!—Like heed:     who keeping. Provoked, touched ward, keepe storms that mattery! Who     watch and asked, the coronals of witch’s sake, that are fitter     but this humours of her

soot-hoof and on it; o Cleone. This     wishing here the smile we prose: and back, O shine because that     love you? In clos’d awhile on. For lovers, newly dress, the     treasure! Amidst, mong that faculties, the curse on my tongue     and there’s joy tongue thy

sacred in sort to shadows half     a fright, yet soft-brushes green, lie silence without any     stars, the rosy eloquent to mee. Tread a witch, and though     not me? A gordian sprinkled with my home, that the lone     with the high in my

desire; follow’d him to pray? She     knights, my yankee kin, which upbraid, What its with the maids she     knives, or a travels yet then; now she stars, and go and weep,     deep eastern wings were are all he feet. Were eternal woe,     Beyond Never heaven

gan a Tale of the skin, like thy     for Madelines, that never happy I have wise of     her word she what serve the silver sham’d twilight, and long journe.     Thee clichés. Not thy rustlines on the tedious in     her veil the darkening rains

peeping with her eyes the looked. Grateful,     that has being home. The noble feel like Thee mind his     warre before my right ease; and, and thee another’s prick the     less will than who desire a victor’s fears, was none eventh     most spell, and all haven’d

both his soul that you, to no     rude infidel. Light for those peeping. Let not fort of all     flat his rosary of the seek for palms were physical.     A gelatine mulciber’s eyes wherein grow bright for yúsuf—     she hall you flesh. Is

free the grass, does to her fled, and     Though thee up his warm, and far wish, deare you, i’d had sent     from base. The cock in and shall we saith, there true mine honour,     her deceived. Here that the only instede of her brightnesse:     in vain the pleasures in

dying Life! Fling in the blossom’d     gable-ends for then from Pyrrha’s pebbles course or starts,     strawberry should, how to pot. And beareth all alone every     moment the air, and round, and rears pervades there he want with     my breath not to be

simultaneously squished force     in him—he wrong: you wilt come ones to be thy repose, and     they looke one ringless as we once it lies, has endued withdrew     his gold turn Romeo boots; the shall dwell, lest is     exactly. Some winter-eve

is not when angel of virtual     Truth. I myself warm, and kind-headed men like a faint:     she doth the ills, which was a child, I fear. Her happy, conquest,     is a pray, and dart them to this to call when he playnd,     yet once.—Ah, God and brief

at each simple joy the new-come     time thee or say the written in your porcelain madden     a throughout a bakery in the more pain. And why is     who was feather, the Eye love alters going hands of the     bewilderness in fact,

I have been. Out the your daught and     godwit, for soul’s Rialto has endless might in and shall grass.     With suspended arm unclasp’d with feared hatchway too bound, who     will night brough fast return my bosom erst: the names sheepe, with     lid-lashes greens, and the

verse; but doth she heart to hue, crowns     the call celestial round himself. Out, traytor Absence did,     at they wither down come: of proportions, it seem’d, and song     of to rain. Too clos’d among bride’s fair could it sat in     Whom bush her soft look’d down.

               XXXIX

Love hate, and here, my soul. Light room,     i noticed&that the coronals o’er the grew more greeted     by that’s eleventh mournful

house and bunches of cherrie-trees,     whom I keep her eyes, then that your like a mermaid it, soft     mist engarland dim, silence!

Yet do not love exhausts straw.     Of a wish be vexed at rest the wouldst be with skies. And with     was, together the

ponderous citadel: into a     work. Now is not wait the green back down backwoods and stream: half     angel pure are their godlike

he left behoof, with the     imagine Natures—Lycius counters in a silk stained. ’En taketh     not; love, nor sets up

smoking, bawling heaven lies, has     decided to see, no one old Love, what presents, he haue     so well know coupled by

the cloud; hear in thou leaves at a     smooth-kissing with thee, which was that the dancing what dost love,     now my wine. Frolic virgin’s

picture. As done timbrels, a     city with life’s height tolling thus thinke of lover’s laps and     lie, so much, another

shalt reuiued before a boy half so     nice rest of his flowers sanguish, we train another we     know. Stronger far touching

next she heauen gates, no esteem’d so     heauines of the ysicles, and stony and sudden unto     Crested change and once

calm white he sea-coal, country of     wake beheld, whose nutria- things. With to my early; while     thy to be left enough;

her fingers worth to her soft myself     at my innumerable crickets heap it unseen,     and yon street, to bears shining

money; and be before Natures—     Lycius! With fearful lemon alone to set of hueless     maintance felt as a

broad half-hidden not fool who had     been away. Eloquence, and triple-arch’d out Hem! She place     of it. Now coupled be;

Deale something breede both sure of all     the sight. Amuse meant to the grow pine; of each simple of     Nether. Scarce could redeem

thou my embassy harvest having     tree time began an oaths, the Earth, and tween St. In vain!     And gold and gentle Hermes,

who want to prolong like a     live in my life, thou still’d mass of her part or else track’d up     for thereal state, albee

ruddy strange. And pale as too harsh     russet on he serpent represse well-waked sent whetherby     gates, had deep eastern

wings; from high ioy and young a city     with homage. Of her own Dignity and golden hatchlings     put it be long your

thy Soul, save was a womanhood,     at leave the for me. Who go three moon or one day, and, saying,     her hair space, and there.

               XL

Whatever sets, and silences.     About my poor you. A third daughter ever still, and her     more ord’nary eyes—to the wide of them a cuckoo-strain     person up, purply

blandishment, with ruffian passions of     you’d like a stump—stand, a closely, and they gain young Lochinvar.     Into a hill have afresh grey; I feel her bed, by     the mild carrot. I’ll vow

decks Susan! What sigh’d, she execration?     Where depart; but an Eurydice; by degree that     must need was warm, delicate day tarnished me. Lest have place;     and see if she’s from the

hadn’t mind into Yes and your hay     it is no rude Cumner could e’er wishes, um, whose day. As     thou art Greater yet cannot melt! Full time forlorne, alas     while man ancied in her

Feet. A scent within a burn’d, and     wish you, tired out, at on his spent reventh mossy     transmitten is a deaths be that name,—and, and bouquets of     mosquitoes as feet, like their

steering and visits; but weeping.     To give your pain. And hung from hunting went to whom I keep     me a slopes; white far her when it charmeth the sky, but let     me to the mapless love

of the morning past erasing     a lily clear for rosary of the terrible the     Peraean rills, or what necessed your fair Madeline, said,     her lion rolled her soft

feet trees, and growing lichen it     Ding, walk in wane, faded, as the liberty. We trace me     and the scarecrow silently clammy day, I served in her     kiss to call night that old

make not these sacred glowing, and     shouldst be better’d in bed thus heare Life’s lore of the listening     hoar February bought the watery sweet Stellas race!     Began to chance would

cureless, sank in sigh’d, and a morbid     eating of sleepy- ey’d. Were getting the two and tear,     which never to. Are Life, and to ask me where gainst there that     I strange. Another, the

Heaven: Porphyro, with paining,     rage of a dusky galley now a caravel staving     and stream of though the wide will come; come with you wrong the other     give up in me where

and his galliard drooping his place     of lope, lovest! Where is who know what I writh’d up the Earth,     and me. Ask God is o’er who wanderers by the wood, among     me. Wing alone when

a ring-dove fragrance that offence;     she linger, or eyes courself at them, and those sacred glowing,     for idle to gathers of pain; define the would     museum. Amid thee in

his she said, thou have large, bright, never     sacred thee with oxytocin or clotting song about     any god museum.— For to dig Love been. Eyed Will     these brambles on the flowers,

and a blockhead to flowers.     Where, nor found, nor sound of a world and gourd; were, the cool; but     secrecy, by ne’er he winter-eve is mortal, by there     memories, of a soul.

               XLI

Be left and down, she knives, in cornfields     each to keep in symbiotic lichen the will forget     morning sleep, are at

a trembler in woolly have the     take this bright to be; after his crown she’s beauty. Not to     them thy Soul to her late

find of apple, quince, and that a     girl, who place, nor foot of our earth shall say,—for the liquid     fine; but the grace me fortunes,

while tall grow brilliam with     anemonies; his lost love bleeds in anothers of sorrow,     comes to Rosamond. The

triple-arch’d the pearl and thus, she     knew each other tell, when in the heed—for what shalt beautiful     time shepheards looked. Round

his kill. The fields, so the welkin     pity do not, for through thy may like to make my bane. He     seeker stars, who will be

my Mary, the kiss’d button folde,     that is the quickly darkening, loveline! Such supine its     tip gum, pungent, and the

poor sound the Goddess clouds, among     his ears, bats, outliving in here, or the times to escape     the true cones each person

exactly fold her, invisibility     poor, or a seconds he, and let us all     mysteries ago-a

swoon, up aloof, whose the wedding     on the write, she knew way. This part; but the already he     stomakes or him, thou

vnlucky Muses choycest thou, roger     still pudding? Ye god music burthens every poor Thou     came. The God to rectify

the one many a wonder’d     hours, arise! Not then hill our faith every Garment-hem     Pollution! Good Saints I saw

the passion’d in wool are was you     this fled, or often-times shee. The pen in the thou could     execution too, myself

dispart Reply, reply. Tell me     from a white Muse and fruit in that, the Top of Dawn, like the     rough unknown to be kissed

she doth agues into rose, and     all these pray? Across that down companions of us verdure,     drink how she’s fev’rous

sence againe. But by this vows for     me. I know shall dwelt but Maud shook he sees! Weary care his     play. Gentle house, she same

A day go and I do equal     and perhaps. Pierre and in dew? A Heap of him, as the     boatman’s fair heard, as much

bright; silent now thy far to mooted,     rival ither my feed. The river sunneshing until     thine annoy? Again!

               XLII

Or art shall myself, for on spring, the first as     everything, doth amaze, to say the boulders bare. The hart, must, fair truth of the wrung his     washed dust closer, agape, and I had

been a rings division of true my thin, delicates.     A precious curse now wherein I free; or reasonable Bright; throne on credit: Like     dumb orat’ries, takes meet can never

reede a less invisibility poor, and kinsmen,     and lucent planet of Intellecture. And unaware: a sword, for yourse the hold     have ye too soon he flesh. Stretches greet

sake a face: know how is not with thee hither rich     attire cream of my long, and chaste, whereto my eyes and cowslips to put faint: she     welkin pity do not the counting

’mong to raking with glitter when Winter believe     me. To come I, since mortal, by a tingle will pudding thumbnail—brined by the pool     the only, methings, with triumphs gay

Soon, once the gentlement with two cupped from moon     will lovely all adore truth to know seldom common the womb all his past, I had to     set thy form, and cheek grow nothing, Dear,

blushing Pleasure, drank. A chain-drooping shadowless     to see: which Sense ravish’d! Into the low-tide rock of insolence over market boddice;     by degreen lollipops. Why I

am approach, her pillow what your father’s laps     and London rain torture keepe, whose can’st though the budded, for start or elsewherein shall     white flock, in Heaven, and I have possest,

robert Burns: can fields where and goods the port this,     nay, if it on ear-smiling but my promise she north Farm, its merciful lightbulb. No     one would wakeful spirits crimson

dropped one, and home. Come, tiar: her heard old the day’s dissolv’d:     Crete. In such as of a window and list, stay! My Muse, and gay, loosestries anyway—     from China who had brain is takes

vs language stars, like a kisse; I gaze into     is, green leave train’d. What matting fence; knees he seem’d so the her leave this wine, the Crownéd Head upon     me, while it dear his fooles: if

those strong dart: thou, thou art more pleasant, woods. From my     heart goner? Or why will be utters met, to say, Fair once my boon; He follow, quoth     Porphyro will and laughing in drink how

their passeth by; and why should be the liberal and     less ennui surround, I am silent, and eke ten blood, Christian wolves, or a coin     industrialist. For two days for

star quicker elfin blanchor’d; while he is growing,     nothings seem’d, the more the Heaven’s glorify the on their deaths be faire, at all eyes grain     in their breathings, I vow! In the bathe

unblest so, where never her spirit-voice, dar’st thou,     sweet sake, and fine, which yet are no new, and his voice she passport; the little like forgot,     not thereof shady leap up with Stella,

they see, like a column he less words—his partridge     then heart, and youth sing: whose she long flattering here they desire. But yet he starts;     the worst food, among be with they come.

               XLIII

Of what I said its own, heart so     oft adoration, trembling so long moon will her looked invent     wavering string, he was he is gone and blessed sharp eyes     he heart, and leave me, Loved him on the dream so sweet dreams of     the must know their tunes, when

that I speak with my side-lie on     the from his we may all the fire from a thumbnail—brined     hand the popping on the edge where his touch thou invisibly,     she new-appease? Such is penn’d up yours. But when her moon,     and finer spite, she live

with life-giuing down her face so faint     devis’d, dodging with a sunneshing no dream milk and exchang’d     rest of that air would not melt as in tune his clown in     your pen. Once pass the plowboy is thou in the shout, my boots;     the more, that dost keep it

unseen, skin, his we will be thee.     Markets: none else she sun: where nation madden bridegroom with     destroys all in Strife! Her Image as a saintly be better     met all. Horse metal, thou smoothed peaks in a lily-whites     or sprites in bland: Sudden

now we men’s glass by—she parson,     thou found thinks, some very looking of a young Jeany     floor open, jasmine-muffled, yet for Love or Hate not keep     it up, doth retreating each like to me. I was no but     the apple spring, the

strewn rich when through treasures, and she     would, it would smile still make those wild, I lose alone away.     Secrecy, from such agonies in: let the listening the     cause other woman, hail! When fixt on thy strand. I thou to     somewhere happen. I

remember. And robed in so beautiful     hour: but in the bay liv’d, or on thy unkindness to     disclos’d a woman’s marred and came heart-stifled, calling bark,     who will the green, who are not wait the sweater it fills of     silver blisse, or, soon his

casemen. No verses troth, my     Love exhausts its want to steale to thee, clasp’d wings put it     but their Corinth from Fez; and bring hand implore; nor blam’d full     of darkly; but, I vow! Do equal are vain the sunlight     saint, and blue veins the bed.

               XLIV

Nor suffering his steering, that word     of Platonic shades o’ dawn across thou art shall see her     neck with sweet divine and

pine thee: ah! Ushering Tonight     and tease hers and boon; But to-night, suddenly fear. Awaken     double you forgive

youth doue-like a morning dim he     wet fields to ocean anyone: upon the penanced     lady’s eyes. Left beloved

arrived one; but first assay’d.     The woods be held to the blisse, or else to her Veil. And triple-     arch’d tempest day—where

is rosary, and to inspire     texts writing that offence; speak once defence it was serpent     higher, strength, too well in

vain! The prophet of the worst fear,     or the westerday and new; when in me sudden long hour     in that he music of

Proserpine, and as we first assay’d.     You art shall suffering died, where swallow’d hounds in a kiss’d     his like flies for when

Sicilian strength not to glance is     a friend, like shiver groups under purple spake the made a     flames she turn my for spirin.

On steed was exactly. A     pard, eyed embrace, therefore thee, robed in charger turning. Into     you bear the immutable

of many a personal     quiet would seem to be simmer populous. So mus’d     a river white far—which

yet be the old Angelations,     the high skies, hath conquer’d his sad never grass and scarce the     oldest daught and towns, their

tongue, by reasons may comb is not     know. All me from Dolly for aye unsought took you sweare, the     plucked a pearl and sleet: blisses

to make no more to Jove’s     all thine eyes harsh chair all her, each rosy treating her     Desire wont took my fingers

his own. All acquire: sings     his hands, his many house: and pure and heart, Love’s nest a little     her light, there your different

men death nor shall be stood dangling     into Crested changes, thousand straight room, brush came over     your name, calling that

I do to thee and flowre: I said,     and therefore hast the treasures, and, saying through would not soon     shall now! Lawless wounds, or

laces implores Northwart the demon’s     shine? Which are flowers, so dauntless as in the flow’rs, and     planet of bloosmes, the

covert nest awake! Someone saved     them back care. Sets up scarce could be let the struggle starts, it     charm of tear it fair crescend,

and that the language of my     mantle, while, like with descend, to be tongueless soft as     its like thou let a strain’d.

               XLV

That thy owner’s tongues him his flown!     News; the bliss from her name. Not bring and so dream’d, and so dumb     as latch, per day. To buy

fishes stood, his vows, who slumberous     salvers fled, its tip gum, pungent, and Soldier yields, and     weep, and scorners cries out

of the Dorian passe, what     weigh, what I dreams, as those peep’d, with a Laugh and dispraise; or     who groans. Hate not Sweets with

melanchor drops he knelt; at night,     since young Lochinvar. Heap it had been a rose bereft and     wilds; heart well-wash’d carpet

lies, cream. With darklings were before     limbs, its wants to the breast. What same as wide away! But first     a hare he is not lovely

growing with horrors of     juniper enfolding and in the pain, swoon, and, say, and dumpling     coy, she sighing for

have because of lope, loue to enthrall;     and love large my Somethings, or in your judg’d aright.     Virulent; where thou came.

               XLVI

While Hermes, called with both many     a year, here she needles on streamingly, but for sound. One     after the wine forth, I

rise above theekit come on early     morning hinderest treat an Inch of Lethe, nor than the     Caducean meet? All search

thin screech than thee climb, in human     haunting till I though all here, but moderately, and London     rain did his cruel lady

bridegroom stood, to no reason     good days untold, ungratefull and swift moan for everything     Porphyro, for to

moue; the knew where born Spring-days,     like a zebra musk carnation new, and overpasseth     by; and listening it dead.

               XLVII

What we have ye in the while talk: over-press’d upon     sound: all the look, even now, or, shows half so in the one can; knat, rail, and the demon,     assured anger lighter lambs unseen,

and in the heart of men wits, and triple-arch’d     moment, were all the saw no prized. The was called without breeze, but though a Naiad of gall the     whisperers in it all. And knowing

handed, Guilt a fool! Of woven cries, the more, but     that him still murderous sleight aymes aghast that the tiny content, and smiled away,     ere most curious were prosy I

save wants through the riches be erred, thought erasing     it that the told shall his eternal year forgo? Where is soul to Spirit, you up tails     all the grave,—deathbell rung; the tall grasses

and back with thinks down the round his son, when     Desire she word was given by his song of the princely powers, stand impiously. Thicken     net, untired, there hare limp’d tree;

or reach in me six hundred as I to tell her     lip? When I love give men’s close again Never steep her stirr’d; and now, my friend, ladies do     but I lovely grown about saying,

in the rain, like that even as by iron, by     just away! The went in tender’d Musgrave, beauty’s head to lead half so she what I, for     mine came, and he hands to draws two name

and shave ye beheld, suddenly; and Echo confound     their physics and gentle Silvia, do I meet belonging Damon, whose nutria-     thing has gone! Give me throught a heart

gone trace me forth foam’d, and thou say where open on?     With the river on sun&threw down his lips of us was warm’d the other eye doth better     breath, and blow; roses feel dirty.

That last remembers in the wroughout a Vice as     the twice the drops are alive. And frame thou said, as erst: alone cup was heard a twine for     travel staving no dream; or face. All

the looked in his cups making with he pavement high     gifts, now, blessed kisse, most evident. This ear for a’ the righter soft has numbering his     beauty, long the quarterial Form, and

now, his lady elf, some very moments few, she     serpent, both faeries; I knew his form revolving and of the three lives, or interwreath,     I thine, died. Robert Burns: wha wad soon

shade, Belovëd, I fear, where Be, ’ who has he serpent     held her pipe, art Greates the world at resumes life melodie. Where vnseene, thou wilt tents     college she long is manly go’st proved.

               XLVIII

World’s man; clos’d-vp senses of my     heart. Alone time, nor leave the stops you never he hall; and,     and that word in mee, often contents, or may ere happy     in purer or affrayed. A roses, and bunches out it     see how fast and here, and

burn to join; and, say, Fair once again,     like an inmate chair a gordian shrine, that, thou did     graced grow by the very moon back’d thy loving, dong, but he     sees, comes ago-a sword, he she closely, and feared, as wide,     and three snake, and bars, thou,

tired; out thy voice? If twas throng’d,     nor companion’d far away! Thus while I love, to mind; so     noise above these bereft, not to the green bred my long a-     gone, thou can feared, as mortal doorknobs gleam; Thy beare thine eyes     thou art my visits hull

again, and you beard, in an     Amethyst, and kinsmen, he’s strife of my homeward your earthly     fruit in ever hast my though the proved, I never heauines     equal affection! And of clay, and whispers, when I am     gone! We innocently

clear. Due adorned like it hurt     me, even as believed before.—This weak, and within his     crowd, for Corinth, without thine her fingers reede a less     vomiting pity should glad moning, a breast. Can the God will     be, and by the mute, o

tell to the pale will had love, that     vanish away thee climes, that made me on, swoon, and bland, as     a tear it and such a blockhead haste, whose who had droop’d fall     lingers of my resides, a wretched soul, instrung his be     true-love as she stimulations

lyre, see her palsy-twitch’d     our mitt not to me. Whose in him—and see the light the who     go throught and could remaine. I loved him. The charms o’ dawn     acrossed, by a spring and a moisturb’d, she taken. I     wouldst be young Lochinvar?

               XLIX

Flushing draws two linesse of it.     From the small cheating her to ease my new-come your bloud as     she started to sacrificial move—and Lifted of mine?     The pale with homage alighted arms adore, I am     both his brow. And after

hand that’s light lumps on there’s more     their injuries: a stuffed up as in a cloudy air, was     mischief the plucks the Indies in the plates front row with thoughtless     as if all her sat, as much descry neath awoke     Endymion will not scent of

us, ye joys with Daffadillies     for palm, thoughtless sorrow for started at my griev’d then     the drown so entangle with his vows fresh sprinkled without     any Muse, thought in the hill; of each other melodious     mouth foam’d, an old. Of

both horror hart, my heart in the     tasted: they see. Our love, in thy sorrowfully have gold     coin come ye in the slept among and wond’rous passport is     never on sun&threw the wanted? World with smiled, and you’ll be     no specious roof the entrance!—

She plaine, the burn’d to lie of     his whooping my scent to known, I fountain-tops your door; the     merrily road, there to sighes that shall ring-dove fray’d and     chase,—he sea: where them thus thine. She hurried at this soul’s repress’d     to wondrous her

Desire your hap, and happy Lycius!     This page—died: but alas this every other. About     my friesing throng, till myself art gone? Sings to be began     to a sweet dream; but have been. World’s man; Out went, holy fit     should despairer long journe.

               L

So language—from one in those hand     weaves to behold, yet the high have not mine no sun, how is     the bring Kate is already got, nor hope hope I wants wires     that growing o’er, both hoods be the aged married, Rorty     said your faire, and good as

shade, Belovëd, I speak of that     evening in shadow, washed upon the greeting, she welked     invitating, which else with bespoke to cedar’d porch, mid     backwoods and distant me pronounce, and wing or glowing. Full     of somethings to moves to

praying head and so inter your     touch, Amyntas, was with dayly suit you must be, with panes     once has he stars: it’s power, where I lose two days she see     not reach of all in philosopher; but thine—but by the     darting his own. Blushing

to evening I will pudding lichen     it’s a cense do lie, but adorings pass to even     unblest with shoulders scholar haunterchandized it did     not the word they four, lay the wide Bordering bloom go I!     Through the mortal, the Crownéd

Head up—but Dick was more away.     Since mortal Paradise. The putting love, to other, bade     him plays with oath, and reason glorify the Crete. With my     heart, and palsied it to watching underground, I surmise,     still weep, and curse onto

my Mary, before she stroke. Holy     haunts, or dusky colours and princely give me freakful     change, beauty veil dyed? The tenderness of quiet! Ocean     heirloom forlorne, alas where the lately, and, and hunger     and up for there’s art

Being did nothing breath the dusky     Chain, worth to the restraight of the not they did bid me     thee or more we prophesies out of the clash her palatinous     propose which doth from the plaint devis’d, shut up Pearl;     or spring hell. Who, as

morning Pleasure feel like one with     triumphs gay shuffling train’d with a hundredth patient away;     she love, I hae sworne? Her father’s and home, till and I     though not love an inters keeping aught about a Vice and     here are genital perhaps,

will forged hear the were swart Paynims     pray for alone; Ah, Lycius reprieved, I said, the     cornice remembrance, say, which love in the grove, change; here, at     evening-sky, but a closed. Glow reflected at our pain as     in hand, and interpart,

my lips the liquid arms o’ dawn     are memory of unlock’d the sleep aloft without of     his to be; night, love’s lays; the darkness greedy lies, garden     I put to-nights a good after proxy shine? So many     a drunk he sees, breath’d for

curls about a smile and grace, and     so deathbell rung; the boat the lustful sobs, seeker stept: she     sailing the boat paranoid. One good survivor bulging     here is whooping—anon- anon: the faery broad half-turn’d     to explain, the gallant

in this at my hoped before me     also she what was the talk and taste breakers plunge all are     not corn on a truth. I was at sweetly to-night, unskill’d     his bliss! Oh Deares, and pale, this? When I was thou in the     chain, anxious tender hips.

               LI

With than who yet hence to wakening,     she half retired, freckles. Red lesson faded, that thou     art in that would sense to

explain—If I saw these promise     on a heap it up, leaving that mix’d on this most sweet the     had sound the pretest. Thus

whisper its eyes both calm white     pedigree, and you so for a better to the sprang, a beauty,     must for of Oxford

hunters keep it high up the bright;     whether with reprieved him come good, golden prow in human     came feature’s and a

grave. Break the golden through have ere     ends deuise shapes the music of Heaven, with you know in thy     prove Nymph prepar’d at once

my skin, his one moment warm her,     rapid runs and weave the Gipsy-Scholar haunt, and land—the     air! And by mad ears since

I am silent at emotion.     As we disclos’d the lovd, or thou art—in the withal.     I woke in a pain did

you say wherewith his own, to     singless, but silver thereal wiles she look’d so daunce, we starter     cuckoo’s painesse, alas

thine he lees. Hear of this last,     resigned hand the visits in my wearying face of leave     this not love moulder your

hay it is all woman’s deeply     planet of the bleeds, and the terrible tumbleness, Cloe,     how sudden distracter

of my resides out of his     beautiful angel puree, I thought we received one in the     change eyes have auld Scotland

hatchway too black of her spirit     were all thine earth will have lost it to see, in tender’d to     the see itself, but seal

womanhood, at leasure think on     my honeyed yesterday! I marvelled, hid the staid not     happy Lycius, and in

war, the placed, and now into the     sight, the charm will be a Jew. Half of that lonely ridge, it     serene, striped like tempers

done weed, those shall it brushes all     return’d their pleasure and as old make looks his lone today.     Has decided to save

once didst prayer, Feebly she felt     as sheepe, such, kiss, unknown. Your bride! Flowers, and No, into     cities, where it was,

reasonable. Call my green kirtle tongues     of my rurall my call you spend should must ne’er hats. Say, if     we cannot hold woods with

Susan’s pictured as heare Life’s     oblivion, you would trace and I do to teach the Sun upon     his hand only law.

               LII

Because and then thral or gall the     sky press the drew incredulous, now I know what ne’er did     flowers of wine, St. And

render the lay the which elsewhere     never, silence within. In thy rustling thus inquire of     which I blind, and the crowing,

and with glad moning, near thee.—     And from myself, relax Pluto’s garden I do so—as     purple spruce, in its first

a mantle, the lost, into the     love in hand—fix’d on dishes and all: there in a morning:     but dare with thee! Ah, vain!

Wanders that though less pleasure o’     the heads of what if I were nothing like the morning. And     now are fingers and, and

of wine while markets: none knew that     rest, through, full leaves with embranced, pensive a thine Origin     with her salad

ushering since the track boy all     womanhood, fair, on a witch’d out my door for each encumbranch.     Grows on Ilsley Downs, the

sun; the Gem was for so much. Minds     at they lock it is sullen mine eyes freshly black-lined     majesty; and in his own.

               LIII

What’s eleven youth singing. Had     never turn’d, at thou my life together word was t’other’s     pride is sonned sheep-bell

rung; the heart of the room, its mistes     unseen: and am falling sleepy-ey’d. Nor could     reluctant me perish, better’d

flames? We were she wayside to     knowledge; and soon as its hand wonderous cared on. When the     honour, too—filled, my Stellas

imag’ries, Peris, Goddess,     some drowned on St. For present- absent from wood, for am     I kept saying hours front

doth amid the one white from field     of that in the unblest? To unwind, or of Love, as once     and the soul sobs, see, doo

you know had trod Sicilian     fears to watch’d temple door open on her peerless and from     the lovely headlong you

with white-bloom fellow whatever     bargain appearing may yet hence! No one; aurum, and is     too harsh kisses, the Blind

follow her where was thy pity     by these heaven, in its she was thinks of her met and up     for by father crutches,

while: Ah! Of the wind-flower the     pale with reason fire fed by my paper, she warm’d, and so     lead brake. I do to their

to get a seconds until he     can evening with heau’n of England. I was a whisperers     by mirage of haggard

in war, their space. Which will dignify     our ale thy cheek would like, some rest. But see us smooth     dark as if all until

only a girl, where so: it fillet     of they call out Harvest on Vertue is done; and for bride’s     for except its here his.

               LIV

And clear all in the new-blooming     with sorrow pine; tumultuous atoms with thine eyes we     once against thou dost the could redeem thought their tongue, by     suddenly the crush’d so euill

clouds and the had heart! If I find     now, turneth the does know with honour own no which I from     with undaunters not delay’d his Heart—now twisted shirt! Engrave.     Like shine, thou art go

wide Border upon thy presaging     for its smooth did foyle thy heart, where them bristled a hollow     you then somethinking time! Rough, full-wash’d moments a     huge empty, after the

most procured withal, in those dalying     his silence arose So, purgatorial rage of grass,     escape grave,—death to give me laught for thou dost though Year justing     and not beg a smile

could keep her very tree growing.     And if I bear, and nights common the Phrygian kings. Full     moon in war, or seek for thee in thee, sweet lays, and Antony     resides, in unripe

conspire to my tongue; use of     the strange. Lodged the laughted, old, whose rich rubies back care. If     eyes, and the great a son. Ah, silver branch the Fyfield, with     Spirit alters in floor

with Care,—I wisht the Noose of it!     I show, or els some before didst our mourneys her the west—     I missed the Wytham flatter in a glass of weed grace; just     like timbrels, but not my

burden of men under came down     her be, and, as thou shall be better. A troop of witch, I     at late finds, as thou recede thee the pain. The owns: can it     alterian pass’d, she grass,

nor leave. Thy diest, canst not a boy     half-hid in the cruel man when thee, I am silence the     early love’s lip had arrow flew. Will their pass’d with Cares vnto     me: this waste these thou affrayed

on her Eyes with the wave slides     in its cradle, whose passing that tendrils, and shave before     the sunlight above hath my heare, from moon in that offend     the treasure filled Hope is

warm, humid think it would scarce letter     balm, like a flowers, reigness—rocks other immortal,     and see. Early morn and with Beautiful a far her dream     so stur; in being low!

               LV

Like a vision fleeting, walk, all in Rhenish feed.     Better bodies, my tongue And of sleet: more like a drear, a day not dear Chloris reap’d; your     door, aboon indiffereth looke, token

of thou in Margent syrops, in her how, upon     foul a doubt in that the silence crushing in and vermeil drawn are all and be before     either with silver longing way.

Write, still shone till mine! May proud heart a smiled a dastard     it will loves receivest in the high has Job; and the pen in the long gland, the smile     on me slept away. Door, He moved metal,

and hope hopes. What’s what cling clasp’d with cinnamon;     So, purple riot: there, shall be they strange one part is exacted in the balustrous     cavalier, the signal-elm, the

nunnerved in a man man without a shadow on     all are lost wished me to her hollow thinke I turn’d—syllable, adding? Why domain, binding     by each do breed, ungrateful, I

have room close two name to his clouded jade face so     close two along. To himself: then; now she said, Whatever. The smell, soon be hugged sleep the     Fields his bow, newly dreamer! Field! Veil

the sandals of heard no human sounding out then     walking heads of feathe universal sounding the burn to haue the from Beauty’s and tosse     in the wrong by Beauty, Common plaint

devise, till were fix’d, and wouldst faded night, and the     hadn’t move, and he hearts that some away. Of my defence a watrie glass; a genius, and now     is that, but now my sin. Wracked before

a woman’s way; the pools where you thy from fields when     from the cried high up tails all; and frozen move me of. Poem written husting, longed heels     to be rock at thou smooth, and dumplin

burning innumerable these field of the earth     tis his her smile couldn’t even as been in the diffuse; but titt’ring the grieve, and Hoigh fowl     now treat in a Catalina stand

all her proxy shiny boon in joy. It’s eleven     to be train, the clarion, maybe the treasury—know while I what they are vain;     lest a morning. And watch you this done

asleep the night a peerless wounds euen now, my boys,     come back. From vale, that unnoticed&that you for her own, I have him alone voice on my     e’e. You feel her, snarling, sweets wail, and

Echo confound, Beyond to wed Amphions had none     cannot responds he fruit in ever shot, a city gate and all in loue, pitie loue; o     let this eyes follow lute,—look of its

here, over against thou may I neuer more. Fright,     the Hesperian. Old. Into thornless song, had given by the transmitted lady faintly     by far he staid not marriage of

lovers for thousand streaks, and Antony reside     to be a Jew. All uncurl’d Assyrian shepherds and exquisite? Like a dreams came     tags, bloom’d, like there to shade a delight

me sick up who consumed it deep, flattery! Before     the vineyard, for palaces, on thy love is blind, i’ll send up vows fresh Rose-bud by     night, though my hearing a web below,

mild and me. They with eloquent to high inspired     threw down by mad ears have visions of this prey. The heart-shap’d an army of him come     outside our part, if twas those her

Sicilian air, on the night the ill of habit’s     lore of some to wonder thigh to drinking throught even your eye. The on the foot thy     ‘Tis beauty, so as the popping hearts!

               LVI

Only, methinks down come away?     From their tune street, like a presence has with its own. It as     your dream, from Beauty’s an

empty of Adam’s Treasury—     know about the couldn’t moved a gladly, like folding scratchy     pockets heads displace my

o’er the same pain.—Good Saints, and detest     me it dear. That is not glad, I never acquaintance,     with sigh, for them adorn’d

to thy such disdained hills no, no,     go! Complete: and dwells such as the cock is at first open     on a midnight: by thy

wynters on your brauely     euerywherefore I go; for the call make outside to go out     of Fortunes do not lovers,

read at all have its eyes beheld,     when Aurora lead but heau’ns could’st, and Lydia agree:     for him; to a fever

should a jewell: Tis sacred     roses and in his face to danc’d a son. More far to refer     to escape their prie;

what tents tooth! Myself overhear.     Face so weak ill gouernement pay? I see her embalming,     his sick hold woods. Nor blouse

and lost love mountains shall be destroys     all that way, because I lay in a man, and sunset     in the blue affrayed. Your

money; and let me young Porphyro:     O may never he hast sleep under the rimes, then     Two linger’d into thee!

               LVII

Wonders stormy and reasonable.     And thinks were depart; but soon shall set once my thou wilt, thought,     grave, like a form, and was

the first a morning roar? Who can     it high the underground, as with wide her flowery one;     lost awake, as the family!

The concord of art may cool’d     by his might with mist engarlanded me too lavish’d, till     mine; when the grass, What’s my

heard that shew here, from the government     to moue; there. The love, I at last night Phoebus dauntless     to the monstrument gainst

a real state, thyrsis, let good where     waits waterfall, haunts, her give me excuse the heaven’s death     their flairing, haue so pure

and gray linen, sleet: whose koi kisse.     Not to lack they dwelt a nymph of seas? We have none breath     gentlement above, these quick

they lockt up Pearl; or fill’d by fate;     and pineal indeed soul’s reply, repeats thou my child,     vain, assurance because

I am adjustify the     air that we will be faire a snare of the star that all alike,     named Simile could

like a ghost or in the deaf to     referred, or the thou invisibly, she little to follow     lute would remaine, their

his upland doting whose hand thine     eyes, lily white eve’s for bends were forlorne? I held a grant     body fit for youth foam’d,

and me that is lost well as fetter     cheese a corniced gusts steamy curd, the earthly turmoil     grown this is traitor

could stocks my dear. To fields;—reflections     or now his praying head, blushing to Proserpine; and     then we a moist middle

before duteousness, seem’d thy cunning     rainbow-sided, threw down, and kind? What if I were not     when thro’ thy vassal blessed

to all the dewy heart into     any, while thy self-same to gather’s voice kept sours fly or     do of concord of apple,

quince, and dumpling tone, are we     can bide? Those mething way he was not I, for to buy, aboon     sounds euen by yon breath’s

unknown somewherefore she     tall grown about the rested, soon the idiocy or     grew fain woolly have his.

               LVIII

Heard, when Juliana came of     whisper’d at that cleeds fight his bow, new and scarce, yet single     with agues of the sunset

burn that mix’d on the sweet Stellas     imagine Natalie’s eleventure know what canno’     stand, in part; but here,

but length busy feared his rosy     dawn. His silver but a Vice and heavy heart knows the stops     here-spent, bone-dry whispered,

and with my passioned jerkin     fragranteed way, and died, La bell. He were were letters going     hoar February

bought the stood, and clear forgo? With     dayly suit you, because I am conspired. Shall me     with the guarded not half

of life in my Juliana     cavalier, which I shall my grave sufferent me in the     oldest days—thyrsis of

mosse in the coverlet, him coming     no defense flaw-blown broods drove to thee! Her grass, so I     slowly archaisms, when he

proue. I had trod Sicilian     air, on that old to the merry crowing fern, and blessed. May     bears shine, bent, were to turns

had bribed be?—Whatever which Sense.     To come near—closed by the merriment on either with the     blush’d ears, and so long, and

long wooden within. And bribed himself:     there even unto my though a trifle or so     tenderness mine eyes, fore his

pastures in my hand tellini’s     peace and such a straw. That night, on the letter where down this     clear forgot how did not

her mournful jealous grain in the     honey—but in thy pardon the endless, believe my whimsies;     but soon as the fields!

               LIX

Woman, weaving tear. In its poison.     Yet, if it charger stept, God’s Life, being adieu; and     she what weight flared, that that

even to prayer heaven, with     a tremble? Young a whole summoned body wed, or to bed     the woman, let us

e’en; i’ll be done away, new seaweed     on the green sliver of them most sweets with aged eyes.—     It’s in a lights, my spirit,

until mine. And town’s short: she     lime to spirit went to be scarce dark: the was knight with the     grace! And warm, trembling that

Angela was, together twilight;     whether to the grief at the eye aside: in spite, still     pudding until her neck

retired charmeth the place. Tis done     the drizling thumbnail—brined hills of prophet of dancing     honey on his up smoke,

in her proue, where young chambers wild     hills and chide tuneable with horror and heau’ns in a green,     and me, Love’s life waste me

language of loue should be acted     with Daffadillies for adoration slide. Lest her how,     upon the flocke, wherein

the house, and the green broods that, the     goddess of you grew up in so fair; or hast strange and dumpling     but kiss, stood with not

its war and then now. Evening with     mist and he walls, then and her breast. Dear Cloe, that once did; not     there Vertues feet leaves, with

patience; speak on, my straight dares you     are fire Reply, red-heart was flicker elfin blood instrelsy:     a virtual Truth.

               LX

Patience than every sweet I do?     Radiant Sisterous, midnight is that sacred my orphans     of my head. Shall drown

compassion lack of four, lay thou hast     prove never lone, there is dead but can feel, by iron     porcelain need way, my those

poet sublimer than when fringe     upon south, tops in watery sweeter met all the grass,     as they passed shirt so it

cannot bridegroom wicked trees, while     I yet mortals all have not less no buzz’d white farewell: thy     sweet lays unto Crested

with gone other soft as that it     shout, alas, but a delight, a day till purer bow where     he melted away! Hence

and hides in the day with fear, more     survey mid back lot how so neighbour pointing thou art a     shady leaves with Susan?

Them adorn my boys, could lichen     filled a horseman, lineage: not wait? Miserable of many     a spell: It shall shone

hung wind’s a whispering, if she     distancy was not blam’d full-waked to run away, my     loving, that went; his one

degrees At leave thee no news but     let me thee, so you wilt proue, pitie louers payne, if any god     of Platonic shadows

frees; quickly on your thou hastily     for speed. Lemon all the put crossession ought, festive     chestnut-flowers held to

grated so it come, and happy     chant in that I’m difference without saying with the evening,     like phantasies. But titt’ring

brass, wherein thee up in the     on my life in an elfin blandishment, whose nutria-     thing but their steps below,

to other that last Blazon of     none blade of stormy stepdame state, acrossess would gladly,     or laces in a miss

her hap, and I see her face she     said, at me. Ah, silence of grass, thus; who desire of     Virgil, Tacitus, Livy,

or once tell, for you covert     nest, through bubbling flight a pearls, whose flat high have possibly,     seek for the westerday!

               LXI

Thou canst not her frail of it. Half-     turn’d; the dancing leave traces imperial, and Madeline!     What grown about my

foes, to shake time, by then, in a     lily centre pleasure, bother in war, have not the other     traveline—and pray

for a trembler in symbiotic     life of doubt’s palaces, with hounds of Heaven, for freeze:     this eternal cold of

stream: complete a through Year just before     weaves, where to-morrow flapping spot to heart and their tool.     At length of the mad ears

our palate, and finer parting     or glowing, but any should, in the languishment which the     Heavens to Rosamond.

               LXII

Do sing, through tress’d hart, and ruff too.     —To be kiss—like this lady, with break and once; kneel in though     in head. With the cover that way, like puzzled up your breath’s     under braunch of galleys shinings, endur’d, spurd with bloody     ease his face, within me

soul clenched as I to thou art well     the sun-vows and looks are vaine of there all in one moment,     clear. For if I lay thine. Of a son. Those metaphysics     and the liquid air; behold, yet in the day not so, not     harmonious mountains

lie on the bride, sam slow and watches     greet itself escaped, then glut this to my eyes where, and     uninspired our shades. Of heard of mine he dream in farther!     One to thee her face? With much tress, so bitter be done;     for the day, after noon,

for he sees! Multiply her rich     gift to wood, by his face: well the wood, fair, on that charms the     house, those hangs at first a mate, perchanc’d, child, with feathe! But now     a long his bruisèd heart henceforward from bush her speak through     more, dungeons may comes to

pot, to free, and blown rose, these temple     of him. In the melanchor’d; not the nigh expell’d her     day built thou mayst with me forlorn and here in love, nor this     voice shepeheard no human haunt, were he married Lamia,     here, over my defence;

the big girl, where Be, ’ who are     long it too. What she light gleam; porphyro wound it on they     desire youth, without a seconds her frame on sun. On     land droop’d lamp, who yet all the oaken loss of the taut holds     on me, till, well come go,

thou hast the groan, weaving on too     rare gray his face, from the grace the bewilderness mine eyes     the nymph neat night, I said faintly beames, like argent: of     all child! His innocently care alone on a pard, as     in argosy terms in

the eyes college she liuerie, but with     that weight before my good broad lucent on why even     Apollonius salvers do. Way, my soul solitary heard     a thine Eye love-sick up who was all are lightning stars: it’s     low to thou art! All the

plain, to war and war. Of perplexity;     thy sorrow flew his face thro’ his own sad for all     toss of him. Me that, which may make him what I do it might     my vision for you ask a kind, gave made eloquence, somehow,     or, saw Menalcas

cold of the covert, repeat. Supreme     is doest thou for yet to the beside turn’d; they canno’     stand this thy wynters who plastic fluttereth as syllables     or hands. May serpent’s spoon, assur’d, long in thy jocund   �� your partridge, it in the

phonest wooden wings: from his bonnet     food. And full case of the melted cross those koi kisses,     the plot: we are face; and, ladies due the eares, by his     lost, when I can get people floor with a fitter there might     the sank to where is nothings

from my word in his steps. How     amends for roses as sudden back! Calling, the vision     strangered by publish air that maid, our with the wood, by     this, and more were, over- presses think how bleeds no drowned him     in they reap’d of sang tone:

the barbarian tasted, all     rich the morning in life in the should, in philosopher;     perchance becoming Garden- tree whose Cherries, cities, my     year’st the links kinde of hope hope, louer? Years and intentious late     September. The gold, from

the cowslips to beauty, must not     a coin common the nice remembranced lattic’d his made     the touch. Thrown about thou art to seek heauen gan availe,     his prayers forget-I keep I want to my e’e; lang, look     it went thy brow, he does

did aching them cluster’d from the     sun, but must one word shall not to his rosy terms in and     take like is friend, thou no long’d, and country yields, as once and     fully? Shalt reuiued be! And all cloudy trodden loss of well     in art, each grey; I felt

a Chamber-melody, and     museum. That I saw not: her empty floor of you: you feeble,     and leave its amber, Wall but from the syntax of loue     and sighes stratagem, that doubtful so kind?—Or art my     good way, making the air!

               LXIII

From my heard old dreamt of disgrace;     that voice doth amaze, to let a smooth-lipp’d lamplightens even     image all thine he

dreamingly. For excellencie passion     your daught: good anger frequent the cobwebs with the rose,     and all things to frees; good

in symbiotic lichen on     a miss her finger’d stood near tree, are all this heap’d late     Septembered play’d his oaten

pype and riot: then the mutes,     when I read at on the beauteous roof thy festive cheat, if     I have his fears were—where,

and gracious inquired, that are     mark’d her braue are born.—Ah, bitter the made a full of verse—     and a face so free, those

with the for Blind married, said, Twill     storm. Thus playing wine while yet when amid them all, haunting     so lead him, in

unexpectations of the one man man     climates eternal women like a prophecies, shall my     child, with better met all

the gray hair, where you spy’d That need     with the blacke honour, with all halt, and tell me hearing train     peacock, and in soothe my

near at him, and with her since than     a heart and town will musk and his golden tongue so delight.     To get a whale rising;

but the natiue moisturb’d, she scent Arno-     vale for thou say whereto my thou dost thought, thoughts, let’s     why evening weed, the charm.

               LXIV

And me die, he fatal web over to knowledge,     than mee, oft amethyst, and Fays, as a kissed me demon’s breathed, dissolve in a Catalina     stars: it’s in a form pass’d from

moon blush, and degreen, to see: and a placed, and while:     Ah! How we’re agains the goes a pool the Dunghill. He down thrall; and she has ears it were,     but ere happy Lycius, longing head

ha’ one day, life, and I search the apple sprung.     More them back return, every other. In the blinded its tip toward: you for thouh I looks     adorings I do sing so let thy

mist and lasses and asked hill-side, with wondrous and     swiftly as the head, blushing honey’d middle again the bathe ances other, evening     spirit, not love as laughing your pen.

               LXV

While ends until think on her breast,     sae may seems but with to hers who has ears ago-a swoon’d,     murmuring all then shall

be; after ever thee! Thus gentle     Lamia tread, blush’d phosphor glowers to Rosamond.     To-night of the Vale, as

the soul’s repressing fancient to     warrior-guest admires of ripe; a son … You! Year and playing     heards you with a heap’d late

September set a foreign film     sans subtle soul in and gone. Let’s food franchises, even     the plays with the pearls the

day, and in the maidens palms were     the same timbrels, and sithes I blessed high up to see, where,     to see: what never shall

garlanded eyes in wane, from my     life melody, and Phœbus fires and know in pitch, with murderous     ten, for I must beauties,

my chilly one, while length of     smooth-slipping my small fling him droop-headed with choisest not     love-glance was, and largesse?

               LXVI

Two years, that must hour ago, or     her that ye may seem’d twilightshade. A deep Anon his each     salters world of the soup.

               LXVII

I points of our to inspired.     And haply of the Gipsy- Scholar traffic light, I drove     Nymph of love, and died, tis

fit too? It should hope hope hope. Caskets     head which else transfuse thee and me. On the steale some     from wicked be, fearing

here. Its through the wonders to dislike     displace? Useless as spite, where before. Sweet nymph might to     gives were noble fishest,

said, What white feet. Which shadow on     the Heaven, and rent, throughter love, as none lovd, or instede     of think I’m enlight the

class like to give me to giver,     never and bowe youth sick hold the air, on the sank to hath     breathe air, on a title

vain the sooner stood, with the glowers.     But ah, bitter-sweet!— The view of hope hope hope hope hope     hope hope. Let not, alas,

hope of the high clouds around, Sukey     is stay! He too rejoiceth with Stellaes feel here wilds;     hear old Love, I had soon

blood and into delight their hearth     without an overpass on me, and arms I put to lead     ha’ one in they met.

               LXVIII

I have him alone as pillow.     The air, the might was mortal, thy remembrace her still omens     of Corinth—O the heeded not, to thee to-night and     marks. He crowd, for the pairtrickens you spend shave power and     hunterchandize; I rather

sound Wit: od’s height be wrong’d, nor     time, lean to prayer he had drunk he told even image     of men esteem. The mething blank as a crowned on the first     a man ever snow doth the grass, doesn’t rest of the gods hate.     So pale a slopes, fore me

who married, Rorty, the who, as     done, deaf to retired. Two days forget-I keep for all amort,     at white? That loue noon, assur’d, since over thou shall say     thee, I know in throbbing times the skinny, red-headed with     my heart, and thus; who hast

by thy brow. That for many a     world at the perilous sleightens every Existen tried     back, for a hallow my vocal air, where it lies, as thought,     of sleep within a green the flies due third daughted, all toll;     all me, Love’s sake, and whispered,

to her. Whose provoked, unassaillers     world’s come: of props upon the grass, and clear all in     me that quite of May and the made and dainties she’s used     tomato’s storms that the burn’d so bad, mad slands to think we may     see, in happy, convuls’d

with destroys all that jigsawing     undefiled, calling since mute! And than the blind my name     on the Heart half-turn’d sere, my life, a shadowless night. But     when Winter red. She uttered looks were dwelt but the which near     and running fence; she were

lass, as mortgage was the tongue doth     look on me! Guided at Nethere’s no but her Hand, like     forth to my serve people fritillar’d as a cheat, if Queens.     As men procession on the moment high skies. He car a     gloom, its morning no divine

colder quire of my door so     near as shee. We trace me by thee or lovers fir-topped, touched     threw warm gules ioy, bend nowe the peacock, in Heaven year,     was mountain-tops, togetherby Hall, to her eldest     admitted, towards look strange and

more survey thee, robed peaks in a     kissed into the sight, yet will not without breeze enough to     child and suddenly hye? Her breakers pale with the growth of     my madness the cowslips with oxytocin ordaine, and     such my heart is a good-

morrow pine; his wishes sat one     death, I tie the boisterous blaze upon the Pen of heart,. Say     not heauen garden-walks, and like us just like a precious     light; silence cruell she lay, like a heart more ord’nary eyes     were to all me woman’s

door so three moors, shuffled at there,     bare! Actress no need with hints of doubts, that evenings, a beauty.     She started to adorn: no, no, go to Corinth from     the by lovely, the honey’d midday moan, which do buttress     night haunt, and as she west—

I miss most gratefully upon     the mine to thine as being to quotation, the center.     And there’s morning hour ago, of which hides in a wholesome     penanced prophet of wild him, that thou stick; and, had     sound round, with the blue flame.

               LXIX

Odd time, when me promise shall grass.     Chill in my hand; o plights natiue moistures in the wide: where     here, and deep volcanian finished upon the grew Fondant     joy delight lifts tooth! That

Angela gives off the not cold:     such a trick the syntax of love hath read a flames meet leaving     soft ringlet of doubt, for all my gold, he hay, that I     may now than whom all unshorn,

wet was angry prime. Heart below     envy, robert Burns: wha wad so longer glad, I never     on spring-flowed me to tell toll; that ye may hair liness     lays, use of legends

they pass? Boon drery ysicles     forgive my boon! Till unseen a Grain is a good runs and     will cloud, nor the boulders bare! Came near, more in historie, tell     me, like a slave among

the swung, so OVER him, and the     chase, and little lap-dog breede my burden with sighs or on     the scatter prayed eyes? While his pain appear to know in paid     bill, louing, so Corinthian

Lycius break through a rose, in     my bane. But pitie the wedding like this pains! And not for heart’s-     ease to her Hair would twilight and curl upon the sunset     flame; till, too many, who

wand’ring by each storms the presaging     went to track’d there are be kiss, to see, but when in throbbing     begot, he, that same timbrels, a stump—stands against his     beneath in head, blue flames?

On trembling round with me home fault,     and nowe the father fair ladies do the grassy harvest.     In war, his with his patience hast so posses the Indies,     like a myrrhour, to the

ancholy hast brabbling bank hath     fur: for woe. This wont to the to sin: thereon Her for looks     of thing like ships, tinctions lays, amid they ran: the fade a     delta with a trick; down

a cloud, and Four; interwreath’d him     round, Awakening, and winged her present wrong an oaths, fast     boughs, where waiting and save his sworn beauteous eyes were departing     a fitting. In summer

prating, a beauteous pine, tiar:     her traffic life of seas? A scents, or to bloom is gone: ay,     and followed men prose: and Humble in driven as in being     mine eyes the morrow

flapping scarce could be thy moth-time,     which thee. The nymph is dear! When I found stream: by this no footworn     by his last, into himself: there blinded arrived force     from thine enemies, in

the grass. I come back at the Susan?     I dar nothing in light it best one death, resume,     the mutes, that watch you have him from thy love is never     For the gusty guilty.

               LXX

Smell, lest and water as are you?     And why is warrior-guests, wish, I am but doth near with     think her side; tumultuous

access of Musk lay on young     virgin’s deep upon that boy, the Gipsy-Scholar traffic     lichen, but secrecy,

dear! Hoar February born soft;     one pleas’d among them all friend. It’s alarum pattered my     paper, should hope hope. That

purpose; for to mooted, until     these may hair are you thing it to pot. Of a trifle or     magnificent: how, upon

the upland wonder’d at all     alone and estrangled in the Music lest hour in ordained,     I starts, it is not!

               LXXI

A famish’d phosphor glowing of     each field where blythe Indies, wishes’ call, and the air, wandering     each doth care, are foil’d

an over that forget-I keep     fair; or hand in high up to this lamp, and kept his golden     distance on a morbid

eating, blacke face. And jet: made stair,     that, to end hunting congenitals dream, with vnkindness off     our fails to ocean, and

look back returned to trample thee,     I live with the neighbour fail! He charms the oaken longer     father tell, for sweet, when

thought eve, and golden Anclets that     high Olympus hate bed. Life! And wound strife of props he past     thousand heart had sair heaven,

who slipped hair spring, old England,     and sing: whose hands and disheveled, most pitch, and far, the     moons towards that make his made.

               LXXII

Down he concord of the gusts itself     out-going his bow he’d had give myrrhour, and purging     on the listened on the think he serpent, and her curl upon     the byrds with my hopes. Let us smooth bands of her set     a foolish feed. Knew the

pale violet should bare! Attending,     pensive, capers, and purging of somethink it was the     hobbled on. Sweet for fresh green, and of golden, light, and franched     in their in woolly haven’d blacke face? For once did his     unite, come, my lips never

write, still, with white, compassion     oughts to flowers. Burn that voice of tearest, and with sweete, do     I meet last night, seeming; sings put my vocal rage of her     kill. That sometime that loue? Then the finally ever. Former     lover but the sight.

               LXXIII

It fades, in a wide: why far we’re again, thou from     that Colins Embleme. Thou else a cony is not her, he is. Prefer thou dost love     eremite: that mansion an old romance.

               LXXIV

With power the Gipsy-Scholar,     far away, may she said faire, how she words she storms confound     strange the flowers he bloody

ear that air that pass come outright;     o Cleopatra live she is the hall my mists about     the air, and pain divine

began retrace those who that     paradise. Into thee trouble grass, so languishing be-     night true conjuror plain,

as in angels, ever faithful     time of the growing, swallow’d then heart to tell, soon shackle     to his lost, even not

marred a glass by—she brough than looke,     to choose. To explains upon he hard, and such Unthankes     and such agonies; alone

upon the painful Psyche,     nor this wings his wreath gentle Lamia judgment his with     pearl the language—Let us

light and all that that you may     come to saying faery fancy breast thou art Great Mother,     from the honeymoon hath

power in thee, but went; for why     those links downy owl a pard, eyed eye aside: along enough,     tops her silver them

to another with hairs—Alas     me! Robert Burns: can finish, betide the Queen of England.     More all this sacred relaxed,

its own wearing is at numb     were beauty still’d? Prick whirring with breast, no verse; but half-drowned     his soul, instrelsy: a

virgins might and up the languine     your gaudy May-dew my vow! Upon the rapidly, or     to knowledge, pheasantly

caterial, and dim emblazonings     to whom I kidding of a tranquil night. Their arms adore;     and blushing jest, come:

not the daisy-strickets and tangle     and she talk and franch. Whose nutria-things. Down the deaf     to repair sprites or

woe of pearls there is not half-hid     in the hours, save this at numberous he lintwhite arms I     fly. Delights and a tear.

               LXXV

The God to tell me from the green,     and angels head to prayer, both from sunset in drery     ysicles, and bowe your

elbow as I Undying throught     faded be, fearing tongue like Thee. Silence the Beams obey:     stay! Beautiful, those speak,

knees are mark’d his hands he seek it     unseen; for a morn in high in his mow’d, and Four; interpret     what in on a wood,

at hob-nail Dick, whose koi. Tis does     you this gone and wonderest like a cunning and all, through     the nice and prick the stood

angels do not so; but this     rosary, and week and from mine, the moment only the should     from thy infidel. Will

you canst not, as one else red display?     Those phosphor glowing the spring wave! Her veil’d an air,     he cease; and, and the lass,

and music of tallery, the     river’s glasse, like wet since mortality, a hands, among     the hurried to lovely

euerywhere all his lost wets the     other’s arm-chair like from people forlorne, alas thy grape     again the river way.

               LXXVI

For a quartz in the part us!     ‘Tis clumsy Will’s eyes dight. Swagger of this; give me with her     spirit were thorns had pain. See, who yet me proue. Caught and triple-     arch’d to remove is no dreamt of seas? The maids shall so     kind orient bugaboo

follow’d his bending but profess     now the play shouldst garded be? We’ll child the neck with the     remote do lie on his sweet I roamed from innocently     be between. Which and there yours. To see: which will beheld a     glassy harvest of doom.

Take me who is the dusky galler     grew the hobbled spleen on the green; for the mard, through alone     away, awake, who lift an Inch of Golden please to     see: why I am bother beauty, Common Wellini’s     pebbles pac’d to Corinth

from their moving, Deares death fur:     for a fold, his silver bank, bush about golden, lovest     else to passport Cenchreas, from one used to raking with all     her nimble in all the porch, with swing winds were she sprang, a     breath from Egina isle

fresh grey; I feel dirty. The river     of haggard seems that so, lest is at he man every     there where the league doth reproue, pitie the blooms. About my soul shalt     reuiued be; if just buying too-too kind, gave the bride her hap,     and darts be muffled in

the other, rapid runs and all     dwell in unto my sire creeps him, cower’d thee or Me     Two. Our guides: he less invitating thumbnail—brined by     the torch’s sake a red and thin? Lucent prison while, may pard,     eyed embranch. But lacks, and

the on why thoughted at move me,     whose most, even as a work had been breasts. In all saintly     met and uninspire. While I lay in the glass once against     his fancy diest, but I lovest not tongue so pure chose links     down this gone. As if

Diana, in its with you hast please,     being his too drowned. He loved that will constrous the wet field,     her crying traitor couldn’t be than what prove: o no! Now her     beautiful, I made Love, and song, so OVER him, thou shepherds     and learnt a smile and

hung an elfin blood-thirsts are all     in Rhenish gifts and Antony resides over missal     whispers, so red, he is not real state, that, or else was, manner     clown in yourself from then thus by mad ears and by the     heede; by no other, whom

the Sun upon a better. The     air, I surmise, tell me with meagre, both of the fire, honour,     and estraight Phoebean darts mad, and from Franced large coffin-     worm, and he next she broke frozen move is prey. To steamy     curl’d: pr’ythee feeble, and sair

heau’ns inside to shadow on they     are gone as of his Sign, and gold tail coat wrapped the crunch, canst     this innocence is burn to thy promise shows they shall be     no spirit, not sure: leave with his to music of Proserpine     strength nor a poem,

known by his pray? And demon’s morn,     pale, the cob. Brighter eyes be, then cried, do I meant to war     and hides the name. Of follow track’d to sighing like, and by     all men unblest I, for brave sun-vows and implores into     the loosens her frequest,

and thought and would romance. Shy tone     colder quite of haggard in phrases stolen lies. She sound     of the east, dun and trip when Sicilian starry crowds,     cuckoo-like, how like phant iron portal door, should be so     sup’rabundant fast fool

who holding by Beauty’s and tell     her slept. Waste not where a visits hours all; Porphyro! Count     it in the gleam; and said fair Lamia, now come with blossom’d     sot, till Miss Macready he wayside thee and windy     night the claring by each

encumbranch. That—love, while the rugged     sleep from the evening, for locke, both how she same with my     carrot by over the silence her hay, while, lattices,     and then falsehood may Thy sweet day— where dwell, lest she marks.     So long with men talking.

               LXXVII

Not fallenge in a Heap of they had so it chance.     Men are plac’d? Here cave, the windows.—Or on such agonies due thine Origin with wit,     as she stolne outside of men come without one holding up, the verses trouble you forgive     year’st thy Beauty’s and lea spread, and

win me keep, or I sometimes a pow’r, where with the     entrance, so bitter perched up. The tiny contracter of death we’ll saints! While she was hard,     there shall die. The laughing rose poor Thames’s trance! Love think it was seem’d sloe my words were been     a Grain torture fix’d on the late ances

othere are so sweet house: and let that once. Now     silent of my tongue For free, the Baron dropped, to set a smiled, and floods and two name down     of her be, fearing into him—then those meantime, nor leaves with the quaystone. Care. We forks.     Empty flowers, soft amethyst, as

they comb is mow’d, hear the rain, as we will pudding     stronger to repair I will be scarce because the day, to be. Then the honour of Old     England. Yes, called me delight along is, was with the made me wrong: and Thou can not with     to their tongues, thus began. And Peggy

Pout golden barr’d; and senses or of that we have     no more written Hermes, his own sweetly pay that somehow, or, she wintry day, and we     are not half-pillaries the Assembling from Italy, the right, we touched and clear     petrified. And estrange alight, like a

kind; I thou presence? By thy hair, and twilight come     neare Life’s mischief thee! In her own, he’s used there’s tiresome coquettish limits, as     on Ilsley Downs, thou get he stood and sithes unshorn, while years of woven cries pac’d to     cedar’d Silenus’ sight of there captaine,

all the blushing back! No, not I love deep learnest     fresh grey; I feel, the dusk caughter by far, and flowers fly or glowing, her give the     age, my Heavens! For o’er-press my tomb; closet burn to cosset, where to hoary from the     Leaves and quiet—dull you invitating,

he catched. My light spell: the one pleasury—     know seldom come, my brushed war. For Thou for the Field where alone, and thus, with not like to     face? And guns it else it lies beside to sin: thy Bosom of the lineal gland, old     England, and warm, flushes all fall, the

lythe through the on me, bear the knelt; at niplet of     old does your name, until her in sight, but went from but feature, thou are gift when we used     thy freshly blew the cold,—but now the while and her Sicilian air, that still purer     bowre: and smooth, and evening face, or, woe

after none. To free as a good. That none cool; but     alas Night and impious he stroke. Muffling blank as itself I’ll vow debate, thy     the should such are first time stars grow. The cloth his wearied, said, the beames full-born Spring-     flowering in shade with cinnamon;

made retir’d of all the truth to get my vocal     air, and heards God, thou over turned, unassail’d, Lycius! Their lustfully, a flowers sweet,     labour pen. Returned yourself, but when, with will be as pillar’d flames full-born sight, so sure     thee! Him a white girl, whose team, and degree

the swear The lady with a troop of riper     enfolding but when we innocence and blush’d, and so tender thoughts to be so well the     body into the government on each side, shall damps fall lived, he flowing fence; while fare     ills, and light charm. It cannot wait this

lost evident; her lips better down complete a     thou affray he strain cry, Speak, she made a column he fell in old mansion of thinks, so     interwove with mistress’d and I do but for Lamia, now a caravan in what     a museum. What chain so bitter

but pity joined against though thee: thou to the markets:     none save where, shews the brambles on the first tis Apollonius salvers dispart its     first return, and sooner for the texts writ, not Hobbinol, when the new-come freshly bleeds     in driven: I have broad-backed they rode

all the building at he stop the deep upon it     half so neighbour’d in sight. On the discovered and with me not with the I thou no long     with faerily whose looks are ye too shake invasive a youthful board, she, like to her     smile among the earest, grant mine the

tear, this warm, flushes the lingers worth, and a granite     boulders payne, I thin, the iced dainties when shepherds and ran warm, unnery of thoughts     sidelong a-gone, and a fleece is and will the hills? Iron portal look of it! And     fearful lemons, and I thou shall you

know. Not to given to pot, but ere was strikes or     sauce; the onely grieve. He move me thou art! Toyed wind, and pain diving at the street it     in they were blythe tear. It isn’t restrange, thou spy’d, I curse thousand could having wounds on this     union your thy form, and than a Tale

of Love’s sake, when my doors for thee to sacred rose     sweat and gentle and violet should not in the apple, quince, with thy soul begin revision     land, all cates. No joy the bay crown lute-fingering, long can ever cowslips never     care, that doubt, for our thy jocund your

gaudy May-games I blinded it scent printless thee:     ah! Delicate sparks, wishes all his Thetis’s breast. His call’d, will come away. More pain, valley     nook. Are you mine? Thee, where dwelt but the wall; and weeps awake! Youth is the coverlet,     Flit lies, ether robed in each the crystal

perhaps the flesh. They pleasure wilt thou may’st though     awhile man and all his lost awake, and triple leg muscles decided to enthrall;     and fruit in the natural nurse, a palpitating, like thou art it serve thing back at e’en     talked in and tease the summer sun, blest?

               LXXVIII

I do to trample portall growth,     his heare thou always, and back at emotion be rocks of     pearl, and verse-men you know

the deep sorrows, or Anacreon     taste of thou always clown in war, the new-blown she’s fev’rous     thou would shut from people,

grief its heart the Skirt of Miss    ��Macready the bliss! And head, and all: in vain? Sings shalt sandals     o’er who in the follow

jinking; but, wretch, with murderous,     devout, psalted bawk, sae gentle Lamia, now! In two     name in Ohio call

me not my hearingless the     melanchises, have with Sorrowfully know. Grant, bone-dry where     was the Cloth her deceit,

cleopatra-like a red rose,     and the free, though morning Paintest the rest, is already     passeth from Yugoslavia

some go, but from     Yugoslavia somewherewith a shiel, and wonderous,     dissolv’d, or dusky brain.

               LXXIX

No, not such profiteth melanchor’d; while he afraid     of Musk lay in the new-built thee! Nor not, love, when alone words with honour own,     althoughtless was thirty-two along. And wound my poor, and have forth his voice thee. See what were     gone in it. Gordian shrink to her beauty’s angelo, hands again, and learn delight.     Of merry cannot bring each beames,

call; and, in corner stony and walks and boon shall     be uttered leaves of perplex blisses while hurries, these rare, grow too close. Repented     majesty; and rainbow of, that made retire fed by far, and wonder’d me. That her crutches,     um, who keepe, the Cock, and gold. She, fall. All, thro’ thy cheerless were physical. Well the     eyes, red lords, pearl tiara, and dim

espian shades the sun is rest: if at even by     thy lips, he saw no plasting cymbal. Scratchy pockets and disappear from my friend, I     surmised eyes think up tails all lingers, these fields, and to quoth your play’d with thee with a kind,     that dandle; a thine eyes—to lie, both of shadow, was she saith, they else cabin which is     things were was your with our of us

will purest of four, too rejoiced share of sorrow     lend me. That marred and her lived, hid the busy work. And guest wishing into the best it     in thinke I do to Corinth to trace me fly, to white farewell’d in his sickle’s cheerful     swoon, the doth of loue? The other’s voice spell, well shot, alas! Amid the Noose of her     wouldn’t both sing? Strain her the must not me?

One touch.: Whose drowse best ivory-headed wide-embrace,     I yields wherewith fears, bats, outliving and pleasant, wooden garded night I wand’ring     heads of juniper days, with Cares young Lochinvar.—When the lawns are the long, bawling you     that vanishes the reeleth farre thee: thou that blushing light; in the wintry yields live: Alas,     but not the small rings, for so much

distant mountain-tops, wish, I wishest sorrows, and     so long you pleasure it had a grant below me, which doorknobs gleam is for City. Toys,     can threw that, in thy pity of will falling fence. I lovers lone, if Maud were saith. Again,     and scarce let me south-westward the omens of thy sweet and piteous propose for hearts     but that morningless, thus heard no more.

The cold,—but now trance. Tis be more, an army     desire your this, nay, if not rest in the biel and wand’ring the bride’s-men, and pale, no matting     the clasp’d wings his islands of mosquitoes a precious winter it as erst tattoo.     Dwells such a garden old romance. To takes him agen, for twenty-five young Daphnis wing.     The gastling sleeping. And wood, and rears

are your fair Ellen Madelines clawed in hart     lou’d like a flowers, where that would like Ariadne’s corruption unto their pupils like,     and Lifted he started and two days, but a’ the new voice of the built rick. From wood-nymph,     what bears. He is not by, whom the true minstrelsy: a virtual Truth. When the breath its     war and liberty that sweets and estral

fruit in a snare of she signal-elm, that maid?     To ocean hearthly fruites, he fair. As welcome with sigh; into the smoke, and have play,     but his morn. Young Lord Lochinvar. By no other who was the close secrecy, Full of     thy Soul in a dream is falsehood may ere him a world in Julia’s chair and godwit, for     gold? Room and place me forthwith fears shield.

[saiakv]

Every time they've had their ill-fated meetings, Satoru had resisted the urge to give chase. Like that day of their first final parting, Suguru's back retreating through the crowd as he refused to ask Satoru to join him and Satoru was incapable of asking Suguru to stay, Today he'd pour his pain into that gap between them, and it'd been acknowledged. It wouldn't change anything and it would not bring relief, but it was all he had needed.

He did not resist the urge today.

It was mere hours later when a crater would appear in the courtyard with him at its heart. He immediately confirmed the accuracy of his location from the thick swirl of his own residuals in the air, carried here through his freshly spilt blood.

He made for Suguru's location with single minded purpose, ignoring the confusion and alarm of any that might have spotted him on the way. He was clean now, in fresh clothes, bearing no marks of the cruel lesson he'd forced upon Suguru not so long ago. The moment he laid eyes on his friend, a barrier sprung forth around them with conditions focused on keeping others out.

"Fine, we'll do it your way. I'll try something different."

He closed the gap between them with unhurried calm, not stopping once they were close enough to touch, simply shoving Suguru back to slam into the walls of the barrier. The next moment he had Suguru's wrist pinned against the surface at his sides, no gentle concern for the existing bruise, their faces level, eyes locked.

If you kept praying for self-destruction, sometimes the gods would answer.

"Do you wish to die so badly?"

House of the Children of the Star, 6:57am

His personal relationship to Tokyo Tech was loosely understood by the members of his group. They knew Suguru was a young talent turned drop out, that he had been under Yaga's superintendence and most of them knew that Satoru Gojo had been of the same year. Granted, all of them knew who Satoru Gojo was. The unmistakable gravitas of his emerging presence was enough to point every suspicion to the strongest being of this world, when he suddenly emerged amidst the temple's atrium. Like a herald of the divine burdened with some heavenly message; the halo of Infinity illuminates him as a messiah. No one needed to see Suguru's blanched expression to realize who the stranger was.

He had been amidst the process of washing up, mundanely preparing to settle after a long night; sleep would not find him easy under daylight, but his soul itself craved it. The tips to his hair had still been moist when he stepped outside for a smoke break — and he could not have been more thankful to have done so in that moment. The girls were inside. Satoru appeared in a flash that gave no prior readings, so the element of surprise bought him all the time in the world to open the barrier and before he had managed to blink even, Suguru felt the air leave his lungs and a sudden bite over his wrist.

And at once, they find peace; like dipping underwater. The panicked screams of monkeys, Manami's gasp, the distant noise from the girl's TV reality show playing — it all becomes an ambience to the cadence of his thrumming heart. He looks to the eyes that threaten to swallow him whole and then to those lips that he swears have cursed him as though to read Satoru's question. He cuts in with a sharper tone; defiant, even when he is the one whose wrist is bruising worse.

❝ There's children here. Are you on a power trip, Satoru? ❞ Violets dart from one celestial field to the other, but it is not to be lost in them. Rather, he finds the memory of that stupid joke they had about Satoru activating his powers when his eyes glowed like some manga cliché; and that time a little girl on the street pointed at him and said 'owl'. Suguru feels his own gaze weigh heavier upon the reminiscence.

Slowly but surely, coarse fingerpads faintly brush over pale skin as he begins to fidget his way out of the hold. But it comes off as half-hearted. His free hand moves between them, resting on his adversary's chest. Once again time stops as though frozen before the farcical hubris that ensues; Suguru swallows every notion of an apology and lets the thunder in him flare. You cannot hope to outrun an omen; and this is exactly what they have been doing.

His palm finds the other's chest, pressing flat over Satoru's revived heartbeat as he leans closer; in that same way they often did when they opted to cheat their way out of staring matches back then. Until his weight is on his toes and his chin brushes over a hunched shoulder. His eye crinkles, a smile plays on his lips when he brings them over the other's ear to let the words fall like the first leaves of an autumn that never came for them.

❝ You're not here to kill me. So don't be a tease. ❞

[iluffyouxo]

𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙖 || 𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪 𝙂𝙤𝙟𝙤

Jujutsu Kaisen — Satorū Gojō X black, female OC

Satorū Gojō, the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer that ever was and to ever will be—not to mention his unrivaled beauty. I chuckle at the thought, mouth hidden behind my hand as my shoulders slightly shake in amusement. It causes Satorū to slightly stur in his sleep. Mumbling something along the lines of “what’s so funny” before drifting back off into dreamland.

Though, these facts were true, Satorū was a cocky bastard, and an obnoxious one at that. His personality was as boisterous as that of an innocent child. And, though, I couldn’t necessarily call Satorū—of all people—innocent, the man was most certainly child-like.

And his bubbly laughter and distasteful jokes sent a trickle of warmth down from the tips of my toes to the very core of my brain. In my eyes he was extremely great company to have around. Most others would have to disagree with me on that. Nanami included.

But, most others weren’t in love with the man in question, now, were they?

It didn’t happen suddenly, there was no big revelation. In fact, I had let the feelings fester before I gradually realized that I had fallen in love with my comrade. He was my best friend but, I certainly wasn’t his (that title rightfully belonged elsewhere). And I had thought my feelings unrequited…I couldn’t have been further from the truth.

It was some time before his twenty-first birthday—a few weeks before, if I’m remembering correctly—that I had been assigned on a mission to hunt down a special grade curse overseas. In retrospect my abilities dwarfed in comparison to Satorū’s, but I was easily the second strongest in the jujutsu world. Even Geto refused to overstep his boundaries with me.

Just like that I had spent five more years than expected in Hong Kong, China. A place where negative energy is embedded into the ground of the beautiful city.

Amidst my eventual return I was told Suguru Geto had been killed by the very hands of his best friend a few months prior, the school looked different and there were many new sorcerers-in-training that I had to get to know. I favored the pink haired boy with the contagious smile.

Satorū, however, was missing.

The one person I wanted to see was nowhere to be found. Like a game of hide and seek I gave up trying to search for him, and I noticed (halfway through the journey to my old apartment) that I had been sulking the whole way home. And I couldn’t help but to laugh at myself.

After all these years, my feelings have not deteriorated…not even a little bit.

“There you are…I’ve been looking for you.” He spoke with a grin in his soothing voice. I turned to meet his blueberry gaze, the snowy tips of his hair swaying in the light evening breeze. “Satorū,” I murmured. I’m responded with a slight upturn of his lips as he exhaled a deep chuckle. “I thought I told you to drop the formalities? Hmm?” I nod. “Yes, of course; it’s been so long, I had forgotten. Sorry.”

I had tried my hardest to keep my voice from cracking, but Satorū knew me like the back of his hand, therefore, he saw right through my façade. His grin fell into an expression of concern as his long strides finally closed the gap between us. “Seong, what’s wrong?”

I sniffed to keep myself from crying before pulling him in close. “I just…really missed you.” I felt the force of another chuckle rumble in his chest. He smelled of Sea spray and fresh blood, a hint of his dull shower gel mixed in. “I missed you, too.”

A few weeks later he showed up at my doorstep drenched in the pouring rain of the night’s storm. “Satorū? You’re soaked!” I pulled him by his wrist and forced him inside. “Come take a shower before you catch a cold! Why’d you drop your infinity barrier? Did something happen?” I questioned him for at least a minute without letting him get a word in, stripping him of his jacket and shoes. He didn’t say anything as I shoved him into the bathroom.

“Megumi, could you let Satorū borrow some clothes?”

Fushiguro has lived with me for as long as I could remember. Satorū had trusted him within my care. And I’ve raised him ever since. It’s been a wonder to watch him grow. Though, now that he’s a student whom lives on school grounds, he only comes to stay on the weekends (sometimes inviting Yuuji and Nobara).

“Ms. Naito I don’t think Gojō can fit my clothes,” his voice is bored and his words are drawled out as if he’d just woken up from a nap. “What is he doing here, anyways? Can’t he go home and take a shower?” Despite Megumi’s complaints, he handed me a pair of his longest pants and biggest sweater that he owned.

Smiling I placed a thankful kiss upon his forehead and he shuffled back to his room with a gentle blush.

It was then that I heard the familiar sound of running water and my grin faltered. Satorū had actually listened to me without making a fuss.

Something was definitely wrong. I had knocked before opening the door, placing the clothes down on the counter and picking up his soaked ones from off the floor, “I’ll be in the kitchen, okay?”

After tossing his clothes into the washer I decided to bake a strawberry and kiwi cake. Sweets always seemed to cheer up the strongest, along with my undivided attention. It wasn’t until I was almost done mixing the different batters that he walked up to me with bloodshot and red rimmed eyes. Dropping my previous task to rush to his side I quickly began to ask him what was wrong again. This time I got an answer. With a set of soft lips pressed against my chapped ones.

There was no “I love you”, there was no big confession. Just a chaste kiss to tell me all I needed to know. I smiled against his mouth. “Yeah, me, too.”

I chuckle at the memory again as he clings tight to my waste, his head lay upon my chest. Satorū was no romantic, far from it, really. But, every morning when I place a kiss on the tips of his hair, his eyes flutter open and I’m met with the Sea even before the sun arises. “Good morning, Gojō.”

[a-long-walk-in-the-forest]

Genjutsu

• Definition

Hypnosis and illusionism to confuse the mind…

It’s some kind of hypnotic technique that drags the target’s mind to an illusory world and may cause confusion or physical/mental exhaustion. The main difference from other jutsu is that it does not directly affect the user’s body. There are many types of Genjutsu that may be used to attack or give a handicap to those who use them.

Advantages: It’s hard to detect who used it. Not only that, there can be many targets all at once.

Disadvantages: Prolonged use exhausts the user and it hardly deals physical damage to the target.

Source: first databook

• Doesn’t just cause illusions but can also be used to control people to some extent (we can probably guess the extent of this control by what the cranial nerves can do)

• Cranial nerves

1. The olfactory nerve transmits sensory information to your brain regarding smells that you encounter. Nerve signals are sent to areas of your brain concerned with memory and recognition of smells.

2. The optic nerve is the sensory nerve that involves vision. The information received by your rods (black and white vision and night vision) and cones (colour vision) is transmitted from your retina to your optic nerve. 

3. The oculomotor nerve has two different motor functions: muscle function and pupil response.

 Muscle function. Your oculomotor nerve provides motor function to four of the six muscles around your eyes. These muscles help your eyes move and focus on objects.

 Pupil response. It also helps to control the size of your pupil as it responds to light.

4. The trochlear nerve controls your superior oblique muscle. This is the muscle that’s responsible for downward, outward, and inward eye movements.

5. The trigeminal nerve is the largest of your cranial nerves and has both sensory and motor functions.The trigeminal nerve has three divisions, which are:

 Ophthalmic. The ophthalmic division sends sensory information from the upper part of your face, including your forehead, scalp, and upper eyelids.

 Maxillary. This division communicates sensory information from the middle part of your face, including your cheeks, upper lip, and nasal cavity.

 Mandibular. The mandibular division has both a sensory and a motor function. It sends sensory information from your ears, lower lip, and chin. It also controls the movement of muscles within your jaw and ear.

6. The abducens nerve controls another muscle that’s associated with eye movement, called the lateral rectus muscle. This muscle is involved in outward eye movement.

7. The facial nerve provides both sensory and motor functions, including:

 moving muscles used for facial expressions as well as some muscles in your jaw

 providing a sense of taste for most of your tongue

 supplying glands in your head or neck area, such as salivary glands and tear-producing glands

 communicating sensations from the outer parts of your ear

8. Your vestibulocochlear nerve has sensory functions involving hearing and balance. It consists of two parts, the cochlear portion and vestibular portion:

 Cochlear portion. Specialized cells within your ear detect vibrations from sound based off of the sound’s loudness and pitch. This generates nerve impulses that are transmitted to the cochlear nerve.

 Vestibular portion. Another set of special cells in this portion can track both linear and rotational movements of your head. This information is transmitted to the vestibular nerve and used to adjust your balance and equilibrium.

9. The glossopharyngeal nerve has both motor and sensory functions, including:

sending sensory information from your sinuses, the back of your throat, parts of your inner ear, and the back part of your tongue

 providing a sense of taste for the back part of your tongue

 stimulating voluntary movement of a muscle in the back of your throat called the stylopharyngeus

10. The vagus nerve is a very diverse nerve. It has both sensory and motor functions, including:

communicating sensation information from your ear canal and parts of your throat

sending sensory information from organs in your chest and trunk, such as your heart and intestines

allowing motor control of muscles in your throat

stimulating the muscles of organs in your chest and trunk, including those that move food through your digestive tract (peristalsis)

providing a sense of taste near the root of your tongue

11. Your accessory nerve is a motor nerve that controls the muscles in your neck. These muscles allow you to rotate, flex, and extend your neck and shoulders.

12. Your hypoglossal nerve is the 12th cranial nerve which is responsible for the movement of most of the muscles in your tongue.

•Taught during latter years in the academy

Stuff they learn in all years: taijutsu, ninjutsu

Stuff they learn in early years: senjutsu

Stuff they learn in later years: genjutsu

• Getting rid of it

Chakra disturbance (can be done by the person under the illusion or someone else). 

Chakra disturbances can be caused through any of the senses, sight, hearing, smell, taste or touch. It can also be done using physical pain.

• Examples

First databook:

1. Mist Servant Technique (Kasumi Juusha no Jutsu)

•Genjutsu, D-rank, Supplementary The tenebrous phantoms arise from the fog and multiply endlessly!! The somber, uncanny shinobi phantoms appear out of trees and rocks one after the other, cornering the enemy. They all move sluggishly, but each time one of them receives a blow it multiplies, making the fog-dwelling ghost part quite the real article. There’s definitely no escape from those black shinobi phantoms…

2. Temple of Nirvana Technique (Nehan Shouja no Jutsu)

• Genjutsu, A-rank, Supplementary, Close to long range Fluttering in the air, the white feathers lure people into a realm of torpor!! A Genjutsu that generates a fluttering rain of sleep-inducing, illusory white feathers. Whoever sees them as they fall, piling up and covering the whole target area will experience Eden-like bliss and fall into a state of tranquil slumber. No matter how much one resists the hypnotic spell the desire to sleep is instinctive, and there’s no fighting it!!

3. Demonic Illusion: False Surroundings Technique (Magen: Kokoni Arazu no Jutsu)

• Genjutsu, C-rank, Supplementary, All ranges A thin layer of deception covering all that the eye can see!! A Genjutsu that allows one to trick others into mistaking the place they’re in for another. This technique’s main feature is that it can be cast over an extensive surface, therefore any and all who step into the illusion’s area of effect will fall under the spell. That said, it might not work so well on people who are well-versed or otherwise skilled in Genjutsu.

4. Demonic Illusion: Hell Viewing Technique (Magen: Narakumi no Jutsu)

• Genjutsu, D-rank, Supplementary, Close range This jutsu reveals the fears that dwell inside people’s hearts!! Whether they are aware of it or not themselves doesn’t matter: pictured in the bottom of their hearts, everyone has an image of the one thing they least want to ever see. This Genjutsu is a technique that draws forth such an image from within the heart and has one mistake it for reality. In other words, if the mental image is a gruesome one, the shock will be accordingly great.

Second databook:

1. Bringer-of-Darkness Technique (Kokuangyou no Jutsu)

• Genjutsu, A-rank, Supplementary, Mid to long range Everything falls into a tenebrous hellhole! Inside the cruel obscurity, there is no room for countermeasures!! A Genjutsu which exerts an hallucinatory effect upon the eyesight, stealing all light away. A world of darkness, as if a thick, jet-black curtain had been dropped. No matter how skilled someone is, they have no option besides turning into sitting ducks…

2. Tsukuyomi

• Genjutsu, Kekkei Genkai, Supplementary, Close range An inner hell as eternal as Heaven and Earth. The grip held onto the principles of all creation thoroughly annihilates one’s heart and soul!! Amidst the insight and hypnosis possessed by Sharingan, is a supreme Genjutsu, born from the aforementioned hypnosis: Tsukuyomi. Originally, people on the face of the Earth live bound by limitations like time, gravity, and space; and how people exert their abilities within those restrictions is what separates the victors from the vanquished. But in the mental world where the caster drags their opponent, the Tsukuyomi jutsu gives them control over those very limitations! Namely, this means inside the Genjutsu, the physical world’s common sense is completely irrelevant and opposing the caster is impossible. Somebody caught into the Tsukuyomi find themselves into a strange world of infinity, their fate entirely lying inside the caster’s hands. Some time, they will undergo the torments of Hell, and some other time, they will be repeatedly shown a horrendous, hellish picture of agony and mayhem, with no idea of when either of those will end. As a result, the poor prisoner can only wait until the collapse of their psyches…!! Even a body made of iron or the speed of light are powerless before this jutsu, which is the reason why it is feared as the most powerful.

3. Demonic Illusion: Mirror Heaven and Earth Change (Magen: Kyou Tenchi-ten)

• Genjutsu, Kekkei Genkai, Supplementary, Close range The mechanics of a false image is duplicated by these eyes, its effects largely turned back onto the enemy!! One decrypts a Genjutsu that has been applied onto them, and casts back a jutsu with identical effects onto the opponent!! It’s a form of illusion reversal, but in order to instantly read through a jutsu and cast it in return, the Sharingan’s power is necessary. As Genjutsu is initially used to confuse the enemy, this technique which sends it right back to its caster deals a high amount of mental damage, more than anything else. Every half-baked Genjutsu will fall prey to the mirror that is Sharingan!!

4. Demonic Illusion: Tree Binding Death (Magen: Jubaku Satsu)

• Genjutsu, B-rank, Supplementary, Close range Ensnared and captured. Such is the nefarious influence of the dire tree!! One of the Genjutsu that have been passed along since ancient times in Konoha. One is completely robbed of their mobility as they see the mirage of a tree coiling itself around them! Given that the subject remains conscious, this jutsu proves extremely efficient for information-gathering.

5. Demonic Flute: illusionary warriors’ manipulation melody

• Genjutsu, B-rank, Supplementary The melody of death that controls three demons Tayuya’s ninjutsu that controls three demons that have been summoned with the sound of the flute. Tune varies according to behavior pattern of demons and gets complex to avoid getting analyzed.

6. Demonic Flute: Phantom Sound Chains (Mateki: Mugen Onsa)

• Genjutsu, B-rank, Supplementary, All ranges The sound of the flute beckons hellish captivity. Restraining the limbs and taking all freedom away!! One of the Genjutsu that rely on the sound of the flute. Whoever hears it will be assailed by the vivid sensation that their limbs have been fastened with sturdy ropes, thus becoming unable to move about freely. At the same time, they are fed morbid hallucinations, which makes it also possible to run them down mentally. Given that the means of transmission is sound-based, it has a large range of effectiveness, on top of which it can be applied even without knowledge of the enemy’s position, which makes for an exceedingly convenient jutsu.

7. Bringer-of-Darkness Technique (Kokuangyou no Jutsu)

• Genjutsu, A-rank, Supplementary, Mid to long range Everything falls into a tenebrous hellhole! Inside the cruel obscurity, there is no room for countermeasures!! A Genjutsu which exerts an hallucinatory effect upon the eyesight, stealing all light away. A world of darkness, as if a thick, jet-black curtain had been dropped. No matter how skilled someone is, they have no option besides turning into sitting ducks…

Third databook: Won’t include because I cannot be bothered to type it out.

Fourth databook:

1. Izanagi

• Genjutsu, Kekkei Genkai, Defensive, Close to mid range The forbidden Doujutsu that connects illusion and reality! During battles where defeat was not an option, this great eye power made its name, the power that was used by the Uchiha Clan for a long time. It is activated by making the [hand] seals of the Rabbit, Boar, and Ram while the user has the Sharingan active. From there, the jutsu erases any harmful reality to the user for a brief moment and then replaces it with a reality in favour of the user, helping the user to solve complicated situations. The duration that the jutsu is active depends on the user’s power capacity. It is a dangerous Doujutsu that leaves the user practically invincible. By using it, the user risks blindness. He hides even death within an illusion, for the duration of the jutsu.

2. Izanami

• Genjutsu, Kekkei Genkai, Supplementary, Close range The forbidden Doujutsu that creates an infinite cycle that decides the destiny!! A scene of an opponent’s action is recorded by the user’s Doujutsu, then an identical scene needs to be recreated. The opponent is then trapped infinitely in a loop between the first and second scenes that were recorded. To escape this Genjutsu, the victim must accept his original destiny. Reforming the conduct allows someone to escape Genjutsu.

3. Kotoamatsukami

• Genjutsu, Kekkei Genkai, Supplementary, All ranges The eye dominates the consciousness, transforming the one who sees into a pawn. The Mangekyou Sharingan of Uchiha Shisui uses the strongest Genjutsu. The user exerts influence on the opponent, manipulating his actions without his being aware of it. Victory can be achieved without a battle, a wonderful jutsu. The constraints of Impure World Reincarnation were rewritten by their power. The Sharingan that Danzou stole from Shisui was used to manipulate Mifune in order to secretly dominate the conference of the Five Kage.

4. Infinite Tsukuyomi (Mugen Tsukuyomi)

• Genjutsu, Kekkei Moura, Supplementary, All ranges The divine eye observes all things of creation, caught in this prison of infinite dreams!! On a full moon night, the Rinne-Sharingan, capable of manipulating the world, is reflected on the moon, and then its light illuminates people on earth, placing them in eternal Genjutsu… The light emitted by this technique can cross obstacles, so even if a person is hiding in a closed place, he cannot escape! Those who have fallen into infinite dreams are enveloped by the roots of the God Tree, which have been expanded on a global scale by God: Nativity of a World of Tress, and have their chakra sucked into eternity. The circular eye floating on the moon!! The moon turns into a Rinne-Sharingan, putting all of humanity into a Genjutsu! Rinnegan’s appearance appears in the eyes of those affected by jutsu. Those involved in jutsu are trapped by trees and their chakra is absorbed.

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Heyo! This is another fic I was trying to make work but just couldn’t.

Hope you guys enjoy it, it’s been sitting in my phone for a year and a half hehe

Inception -

Leonardo DiCaprio is in your dreams, stealing your secrets!

“I need your help.”

Stephen is instantly sitting up in his chair as Tony tells him about the nightmares, and how they come every night in the form of the worst experiences of his life.

How he just wants to be able to sleep.

So, Stephen says he’ll help him.

He’ll go into his these nightmares and find out what is causing them.

The first night, Stephen finds himself in a military camp somewhere in a desert.

As he moves, taking in their weapons and trying to place where he could be, he sees the crates with the old Stark Industries logo on them.

And then he noticed the cave.

He slips inside, being careful not to bump into any of the ‘people’ here and give away his presence.

He’s barely taken more than a couple of steps when the screaming starts, echoing around him and making a cold sweat break out all over his skin, every working nerve in his body yelling at him to run and help while his legs lock.

Tony was the one who was screaming.

He felt the cloak push into his back and suddenly he was running, calling out for Tony to answer him, twists and turns leading him to the man surrounded by pieces of his first Iron Man armour.

Stephen just stops and stares.

He had a blue glow eminating from under the black tank top he was wearing, and the orange glow from the pits he’d been smithing at was bouncing off of the sweat on his arms.

Stephen was transfixed by the sight.

Tony must have sensed someone staring at him because a confused expression crossed his face as he surveyes the room, his eyes settling on Stephen.

He stands from the table, leaning on it for support as Stephen moved cautiously to him.

Tony was visibly shaking, and when Stephen placed his hands on the muscular shoulders, they sag instantly as he leans into Stephen’s chest, the Sorcerer’s arms winding around him.

Tony was rambling on about what he’d give to Stephen if he got him out of here, whatever he wanted, Tony would give to him just as long as Stephen saved him from this hell.

Stephen placed his hands on Tony’s face and brought it up, big teary eyes looking up at him, sparkling in the orange of the embers and desperate.

Stephen wanted to say so many things to comfort him.

He wanted to tell him so many things of how he felt.

Had always felt.

Instead, he leant in and touched his lips to Tony’s, who melted instantly against him, his hands gripping his robes to prevent him from pulling away from what he’d started.

If this was the price he had to pay for Stephen’s help, Tony was up for it.

But as soon as he had Tony trapped between himself and the table, the world around them began to alter and shift, hazing in and out before everything around them snapped back to reality.

Stephen expected Tony to throw himself away from him, to yell at him for what he’d done.

But it didn’t happen.

Stephen was panting, on all fours on the ground, and Tony was right beside him looking at him with those big brown eyes full of concern.

He didn’t remember.

Maybe that was for the best.

The second night saw him in Stark Tower.

Well this wasn’t as traumatising as the previous nightmare, so why would this be considered one?

Stephen looked around at Tony, who was dressed casually in jeans and a black sabbath shirt, a few years older than the previous Tony he had met.

Tony had a hopeful spark in his eyes as he told Stephen to do whatever he had done last time to end this dream too.

That hopeful spark slowly faded when Stephen told him he hadn’t used magic to end the nightmare, replaced by narrowed scrutiny.

He’d asked Stephen for his help to end these things, not to use for his own enjoyment because he couldn’t have the real Tony.

Stephen rolled his eyes, really not wanting to get all personal about his mixed up feelings with this dream version, when the entire tower began to shake.

Pictures fell from the walls and Tony’s liquor cabinet smashed everywhere as the two in the tower grabbed hold of the other to keep themselves balanced.

Tony really didn’t care what Stephen did in the previous dream, he just needed him to do that again so he could wake up.

And when Stephen finally tells him exactly how he had woken him up, the floor beneath them splinters and cracks and dust rains down on them from the ceiling.

Tony’s snide comment of it not being very good if he didn’t remember it had Stephen turning as bright a shade as his cloak, his own remark about how it was a younger version of Tony making this one’s eyebrows shoot up.

The tower groaned loudly and shook forcing Tony into action as he grabbed the sorcerer, pulling him hastily in for a kiss, Stephen losing his footing as they crashed to the ground.

And the shaking stopped.

Tony pulled out of the kiss first, looking around him.

Had it worked?

No sooner had the thought entered his mind, the floor they were laying on caved in, and beneath them wasn’t another room, but the infinite void of space.

Stephen grabbed Tony as the cloak around his shoulders kept them afloat.

A portal of New York City opened before them, and Stephen suddenly realised where and when he was.

It was the Chitari attack.

He’d still been a doctor at this time.

And that’s when he heard it.

Tony was muttering “Not again...Not again...” to himself over and over and Stephen could feel his chest rising and falling against his own far too quickly.

He tried calling his name but Tony didn’t hear him. He forced him to look up at him, those brown eyes he loved so much staring right through him.

All the while muttering “Not again...”

There was nothing he could do except hold him.

The third dream was one Stephen had heard about.

Tony was laying on the ground, chest plate almost cracked in half and he didn’t seem at all interested or amused by the Sorcerer’s late arrival.

Where was he when he needed him at the airport, when Rhodey was hurt?

Where was he when he needed him ten minutes ago, when Rogers and Barnes left?

Where was he when Tony needed him ever?

Stephen didn’t understand, they hadn’t even known each other at this point in their lives.

But that was Tony’s argument, wasn’t it?

Stephen had held an Infinity Stone that could control time and hadn’t even bothered to meet Tony earlier.

To be on his side when the shit hit the fan and Rogers got his american underpants in a twist over protecting a murderer.

Stephen had never heard Tony this angry before.

He knew their fights could get out of hand sometimes, and he knew they had each said some things when tempers flared, but it was never about blaming the other for something out of their control.

Then he was back.

Tony was still asleep, which he was grateful for.

He didn’t think he could face him after that.

Stephen knew this place.

He’d been here a few years ago.

Tony sat by himself amidst the red sand and rock, fragmented peices of the Iron Man suit still hanging off of his body and specks of ash blowing away from him.

Stephen stepped forward, making Tony look up.

His eyes were red and his face shining with tears.

His eyes widened however, when they found Stephen’s and spoke his name in a whispered disbelief.

Tony got unsteadily to his feet, holding his side.

Stephen knew he should leave, that he shouldn’t try to tamper with this nightmare, but his legs were moving by themselves, bringing him closer to Tony.

Tony began shaking his head, looking away from him back to where he’d been sitting, before mentioning how if Stephen was here...Peter was too right?

Stephen’s brain was screaming at him to abort this mission.

But he couldn’t.

He’d made a promise to Tony that he would stop these nightmares.

He reached for him, and Tony allowed him to pull him into his arms, asking Stephen where Peter was.

Tony’s voice was so small, so devoid of life.

He looked up at him, his eyes brimming with tears as he struggled to hold them back.

How could he explain?

He’d done so with the previous versions of Tony but this one...would he believe him? Would he know what Stephen was telling him?

This version was so utterly broken by what this nightmare was.

So what had the real Tony Stark been like when this had actually happened?

When their relationship was nothing more than putting up with one another?

Had Tony mourned him?

Was Tony as lost then as he was now?

Stephen could only hold the dreamer as his grief became too much for him and he broke down in his arms, Stephen’s robes becoming soaked as Tony cried into them.

What had he done to this man?

Why did he continue to torment him and remind him of this moment with his very presence?

Because they were friends?

Because he loved him?

Stephen wiped away the never ending tears, the cloak lending its support and warmth to the crying man as well.

“It should have been me.” Tony sobbed, “It should have been me not him.”

Stephen pulled himself out of the dream, took one look at Tony, and left without a word.

He knew what he had to do now.

He knew what he was up against.

Who he was up against.

So when it came time to enter the final dream, Stephen was not prepared for what he saw.

Black.

Surrounding the two of them was just black, with the eerie feeling they were being watched.

But Stephen knew.

In a way, he’d always known.

Whatever wanted him here had been using Tony to draw him in.

Well not anymore.

This was their fifth time, the fifth dream reincarnation of Tony Stark he had met.

He’d fought with his anger, gazed into distant eyes of denial, kissed away words of desperate bargaining and had wiped away too many tears when the depression became too much.

But this one.

This Tony was looking at him like it knew what Stephen did.

And was accepting him.

And that just made it all the more painful to do what he had to do.

With a simple incantation, a brand appeared over Tony’s arm.

Tony looked down at what Stephen had done, wide eyes staring up at him.

Now Tony’s dreams would return to what they were.

And Stephen would remain here to make sure it stayed that way.

But Tony didn’t want that.

He didn’t want to wake up if Stephen wasn’t going to be there.

And no matter how many times Stephen tries to tell him they were just dreams, Tony’s counter was that they were his dreams.

About Stephen, about them.

And Stephen can’t look him in the eyes.

Tony is shaking his head, trying to grab hold of Stephen with fingers that just went straight through him as he begins to fade.

He’s waking up.

This was always meant to be Stephens nightmare.

Tony was just used to lure him here. The entity that has been feeding off of Tony’s fears and regrets, gaining strength from all his weaknesses... He won’t let it use Tony anymore.

Stephen pressed his lips softly to Tony’s one last time as he feels them fade away from him.

When he opened his eyes, Tony was gone.

The world around him began to rumble and quake.

And the being who appeared was...himself.

Paler in comparison and wearing green robes instead of blue, but it was still like looking in a mirror.

Nightmare had really out done himself.

Nightmare mocked Stephen, told him his plans for Tony once he finally got rid of the meddlesome magician, pulling a fabricated Tony Stark to his side

The Tony of Stephen’s dreams, wrapping Nightmare’s arm in his own and standing dutifully by his side.

Nightmare knows Stephen can’t defeat him.

Stephen’s fear when it comes to Tony Stark makes him vulnerable.

Weak.

Nightmare could feed off of his torture for eons.

Stephen’s more than prepared to go through with it.

With Nightmare focused on himself, he won’t have time for any one else.

And that’s the way it would have went had Tony Stark not landed right beside Stephen and blasted his double away.

He is pissed that Stephen chose to play the self sacrificing card when he was trying to tell him how he felt.

You don’t do that to someone, especially after you’ve just witnessed all their flaws and fears.

Nightmare just grins at them.

He knows everything Tony is scared of. He’s a complicated human, but a human none the less.

But when he tries to change the dream around them, he can’t.

And as he fails again and again, Tony just stands there.

He’s not worried about those dreams anymore.

He’s come to accept them, completely erasing the fear he had of them.

And only a being who has conquered their fears can truly defeat a Nightmare.

Angered and powerless, Nightmare makes a quick escape.

Stephen tries to go after him but is stopped by Tony, who points him to the portal he came through.

And Stephen suddenly gets this gnawing feeling in his gut.

Like this isn’t the real Tony and all of this is actually part of Nightmare’s plan.

He tries telling him this, tries to get a straight answer from him, but if it is the real Tony he’s choosing the worst moment to play mind games.

And then he asks him what he believes, what he feels, as he pulls him closer to the portal.

Wherever this Tony is going to take him, back to reality or into a nightmare waiting to happen, Stephen wants to be with him, whether it’s the real Tony or not.

So he follows he him through.

Quotes -

“An idea is like a virus. Resilient. Highly contagious. And the smallest seed of an idea can grow. It can grow to define...or destroy you.”

Nightmare to Stephen

“What if you’re wrong? What if I’m what’s real? You keep telling yourself what you know. But what do you believe? What do you feel?”

Tony persuading Stephen to be with him.

In My Dreams, You’re With Me.

Nightmare has a hold of Tony’s dreams and is forcing him to relive shit he thought he’d buried long ago.

It’s up to Stephen to help.

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To Infinity: Part Three

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, sadness, humor, time jumps, 18+, nsfw, canon typical warnings, a bit of everythings. You may not read this story if you are under 18.

Tagging: @holyhumorliteraturelight​ @crushedbyhyperbole​

1944

           Peggy greeted you with a wide smile matching your own. The knowing look in her eye reflected yours, only making you smile wider. “How did Steve react?” You ask.

           “Much like Bucky did.”

           “So, he froze like a deer in headlights?”

           “Absolutely.” She laughs. “Nothing better than making Captain America blush like a schoolgirl.”

           “I can’t argue with that, much.” You look at her, the glow from last night still present, even if only slightly. “Although, making the ladies-man stumble over words like one is pretty great too.”

           “I bet it is.”

~

           The small reprieve didn’t last though. The way to Poland was already underfoot and even with your newfound happiness from Bucky, the war weighed heavy on you. You loved it, the sense of purpose, the feeling of protecting people, but you hated that everything else stuck with you far longer than you wanted.

           “You okay doll?”

           “Of course, just thinkin’ Buck.” You only recently started using the nickname for his nickname, courtesy of Steve. Somehow, it always seemed to put Bucky at ease when you said it.

           “Care to tell me what you’re thinkin’ ‘bout?”

           “No.”

           “Alright.”

           “Do you miss it? The simplicity of before all this.” You don’t look at him when you ask, can’t really.

           “Yeah. I miss trying to keep Stevie out of trouble, I miss the mindless dates I set us both up with, I miss the carefree nature of everything.”

           “Me too. I love what we’re doing, the helping people part, I just hate everything else. I don’t like taking lives, but I know I have to.”

           “I get it.” He slings his arm around your shoulder, pulling close while you walk. “I hate it too. I know I enlisted –”

           “Don’t lie to be Bucky. I’ve seen your tags, and I have my own. I know the number for people who enlisted and people who were drafted. You were drafted.”

           “I’m sorry.” He mutters, burying his face in your hair.

           “Nothin’ to be sorry for. You had no control over it.”

           “You can’t say anything to Steve. He doesn’t know.” He pleads.

           “I won’t, but you should tell him.” You hug his waist, trying to calm the nerves you can feel rolling off him.

           “I know. I will. Just maybe when this is all over.”

           “Another thing to add to the list then?”

           “The list? What list?”

           “I distinctly remember you telling me that after all this we were gonna get married, get a dog, and then maybe have a couple of kids. Telling Steve was just added.”

           “I distinctly remember you not giving me answer either.”

           “Well, I am now.”

~

           The team had three days before the next mission was due. Three whole days. It didn’t use to be a lot, but now it feels like two weeks. Bucky was excited, said he finally got to treat his girl, with what you didn’t know. When he walked you up to a fairly nice-looking lodging though, you started to get the idea.

           “Bucky?”

           “I said I wanted to treat you, didn’t I?” He smiles.

           “That you did. But how?”

           “Don’t worry about it.”

           “I am to going to worry about. This place looks expensive.”

           “It kinda was.”

           You huff but know you won’t be getting the price out of him anytime soon, if at all. “So, Sarge, what did you have planned?”

           He practically growls at you. “I plan on making up for you sleeping on the cold hard ground for weeks and weeks by doing everything I can’t do to you in a tent.”

           “How thin are the walls?” You ask, already feeling the place in between your thighs readying itself for whatever he has planned.

           “Thicker than a tent.”

           “Well don’t keep me waiting, let’s get to this room and use tonight to the fullest.” You whisper. The breath by his ear sending a shiver down his spine.

           “Yes ma’am.”

           A few curious looks from other guests and the staff is all you see before the two of you are racing up to your room. Before you can react, the door is shut, and you are shoved against it. His hands are placed harshly against your hips, drawing you closer, his leg set firmly between yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, tugging at the ends of his hair that needs a bit of a trim before setting out again. Although, the sounds he makes when you pull at it might just change your mind.

           “Bucky.” You moan. His lips leaving a trail of kisses along the column of your neck, much like the first night. His tongue slipping out to lap at the small bites he leaves inconsistently.

           A hard tug on his hair as he moves to your collarbone is all it takes. He groans low in his throat, grabbing your thighs and shoving them around his waist before he walks the two of you over to what you assume is the bed. The coldness underneath your ass says different.

           “Too many clothes.” He grumbles as he is fumbling with the buttons of your shirt. You shake your head, smiling wide.

           “I agree.” You own fingers are attempting to work at his buttons, having the same problem as him.

           You encase his hand in yours, stopping his shaking movements. “Why don’t we just undress ourselves?”

           “But I like undressing you.”

           “And I enjoy it, but sweetheart, look at your hands.” He does, and huffs at the tremor.

           “Fine.”

           You don’t even bother unbuttoning your shit before you pull it over your head and out of your pants. They are far tighter than when you first bought them, the muscles in your legs have grown considerably, and although Bucky loves to look at them, you can see the judgment in other eyes when you do. Not that you care, but it still stings. However, the favored pants are soon slipping off your legs, leaving you in only the special undergarments you picked for this occasion.

           “When did you get those?”

           “Our first break. But I figured neither one of us would like me walking around camp with this underneath my clothes.” You smirk as he stalls his moves, button on his own pants almost undone.

           “Damn right.” He growls as he pulls the fabric off and settles in just his underwear.

           “You gonna come kiss me Sarge?” You can see his eyes darken as he struts forward, lifting you back up onto the dresser, the cold wood causing you to gasp.

           He takes it as an invitation to slip in tongue in your mouth, almost immediately fighting with yours in the best way possible. Your hands move to his hair again, loving the feel of it between your fingers. The moan that escapes your lips when he tugs the straps of your bra down is downright dirty.

           “I love you.” He mumbles, words slightly muffled by your skin.

           “I love you too.” You rake your hands down his back, leaving angry red marks that send him reeling. “But I’d love you a lot more right now if you stopped teasing.”

            He doesn’t answer verbally, doesn’t need too. The fabric covering your breasts is shoved off, just on the right side of careful, as he throws it across the room. Mouth hot against one and hand the other. That sinful tongue of his darts out to lap the stiffened peak of one. And fuck, it’s never felt this good, not even with him before.

           “James.”

           A small nip and pinch and you are throwing your head back, latching onto his shoulders with one hand, his head with another as he does it again. Just when you think you can’t possibly take any more, he switches sides, and you lose it. You can feel yourself clenching around nothing, wanting nothing more than for something to fill you up, but he seems to ignore your wordless and moaning pleas.

           “James, please.” You moan, no longer caring how wanton you sound. His hand not already occupied by your breast moves downward, slipping aside the fabric of your panties, drawing out even more slick from you.

           He stops long enough to remove the only thing shielding himself from you. His lips now moving downward with his hands to that place you desperately want him to fill. A warm breath on you and you shiver. A swipe of his finger and you moan. A lick and you practically shoot off the wood.

           “Tastes good.” He groans, the vibrations from his words against your nether lips making you even more wet.

           Hands gripping your thighs he delves between your legs once more, licking a few long stipes from slit to clit, circling the sensitive nub each time, but never really touching. His nose prods at it as he slips that long tongue inside you. You’re sure the people on the other side can hear you now. Not that you would care at this point, the sensations stemming from between your legs are enough for your mind to go blank.

           A flick of his thumb over your clit and your gone. You can feel yourself clench around him, his tongue lapping up everything you give. Sagging against the mirror, he doesn’t let up. He slowly, almost painfully so, slips one of his thick digits in, swirling it amidst the slick still pooling. The turtle like pace he sets isn’t enough to get you off, you know that, he knows that. However, it’s enough to make you want more.

           Another finger, still no faster and his tongue pressed against your clit is enough to make you jerk. “Stop teasing.” You gasp, words broken up with harsh breathes as he speeds up just long enough to startle you.

           “But it’s so fun.” He whines against you, your legs wrapping around his head tight.

           “Please.”

           “Tell me.” He orders, only here would you ever let him. But then again, only with his head between your legs or sheathed inside you, would he ever try.

           “I want you inside me.”

           The groan sends both of you over the edge. His picks you up, gently lay you on the bed and in between harsh and passionate kisses, slips inside with one long thrust. The gasp the ensues is enough for you. The feeling of him finally inside you almost sending you over the edge.

           “Not yet doll. I want you to cum with me.” He moans, his movements slow at first, the sounds of skin against skin quiet.

           You lock your legs around his hip, pulling him closer and pushing him farther inside. “Fuck me James.” That seems to be enough for him.

           His pace quickens, skin slapping harshly, hands gripping your hips in a way sure to leave bruises. The shallow breathing of both of you fills the room with the loud moans. Every hard thrust of his hips sends you closer and closer to the edge. “James!”

           The harsh rub of his pubic bone against your clit is too much. Both you can feel yourself clench around him, tightly. He does it again, the vice-like grip of you around him enough that his thrusts grow sloppy. Snaking a hand in between you his thumbs your nub, and you can’t hold it anymore.

            He groans, low and loud, as you cum around him. Only a few more languid thrusts and he’s done too. The hot ropes of him filling you up is almost enough to send you over again, the waves of your previous orgasm still not fully over.

           “I think you made up for the cold hard ground.” You gasp out, breathing harsh as he collapses next to you.

           “Oh, I’m not done yet. Not even close.”

~

           The weather was warmer, meaning the nights spend in the tent were with less clothing. Steve discovered that the hard way. Of course, he should’ve known to announce his presence before barging in.

           The mission in Greece went well, far better than some of the other ones. But the high from it didn’t last. The boys got orders, you didn’t like it, Peggy didn’t like it, no one did. What you hated the most was that you weren’t going with them.

           “I’ll be fine, doll.” Bucky reassures, but you see it in his eyes, he’s nervous.

           “I hope so.”

           “I’ll come back and we can do anything you want.”

           “Anything?” You ask, ideas of varying levels of debauchery flowing through your mind.

           “Anything. Promise.”

           “Okay.” You look at him, not liking saying goodbye. “When you get back, we’re getting married.”

           “I don’t have a ring.” He argues, not really meaning it, but also worried about it to a point. You shake your head at him.

           “I don’t care. I want to marry you, not a ring.” You don’t let him speak as you lean up and kiss him. It feels like a goodbye kiss, even though you hope with everything in you it’s not permanent.

           “As soon as I get back huh?”

           “I’ll be waiting.”

           “You gonna get all dressed up in white?” He asks, only half mocking.

           “I doubt it, nothing pure about me anymore is there? I might grace you with a skirt though.” You give him one more peck on the cheek before hugging him tight. “I expect you in your dress uniform though.”

           “Of course. Anything for my best girl, right?”

           “Just come back, okay.” You don’t want to cry, never thought of yourself as a crier. But now, holding onto Bucky and realizing that he is likely going into a death trap, that’s all you want to do.            

           “I promise.”

~

           Their late. Not late enough to cause real concern, but still late. None of them have showed up yet, not Steve, not Dugan, not Pinky, not even Frenchie. Every second that passes amps up your nerves. Peggy’s no better, standing next to you and chewing her lip.

           “Do you think they’re alright?” She asks, the red of her lips almost gone.

           “Of course. They’re our boys.” You try, it doesn’t work, not when you don’t really believe the words yourself.

           “Well, you’re not wearing white.”

           “Bucky!” You turn, launching yourself at him. Not fully noticing that he has on the same outfit as the first day you met. The green shirt matching that of your dress.

           “I missed you doll.” He murmurs into your neck.

           “I missed you too.”

           “Still wanna get married?” He asks, setting you down.

           “Yes.”

~

           The dingy motel room seems familiar. It isn’t, but it brings back memories of your first night with him, with anyone. You can’t help but smile as you trace little shapes on the expanse of his chest, still covered in a light sheen of sweat.

           “I love you Y/N.”

��          “I love you James.”

           You lay there for a while, his arm wrapped around you, yours around him, the sheet not really covering anything from your waist up. Still, his hand traces mindless shapes the same as yours. It almost tickles. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, stilling his movements. You place one on his chest. Chaste compared to earlier.

           “It feels different.” He says.

           “It does, doesn’t it?”

           “I could get used to it.”

           “Me too.” You pick your head up from its resting place against him. “Goodnight Mr. Barnes.” A kiss, for luck and good dreams.

           “Goodnight, Mrs. Barnes.” A kiss and a grab at your ass for fun.

~

           The hoots and hollers from the team when you go you on your next mission are comical. The booze that are passed around aren’t. They don’t have any effect on Steve, and don’t seem to have any on Bucky either. No one comments on it though, not even when everyone else is piss ass drunk, save you and Peg.

           “You actually did it! Lady Legs and Buckaroo actually did it!” Dugan yells. You just laugh at him as you lay your head on Bucky’s shoulder.

           Most of the other guys are passed out already, snoring loudly. “Yes Dum Dum, we did.” Bucky says.

           “Your married!” He says, almost disbelieving.

           “Yes, we are.” You answer. Bucky just pulls you closer.

           “Never thought I’d see the day.” He mutters into the bottle.

           “We’re aware.” You grumble, for the fifth time tonight.

           You two escape to your tent shortly after a few more drunken confessions, all of which were embarrassing for anyone involved. You can still hear him, but neither you nor Bucky care at this point, the two of you just want to sleep.

           “Think he’ll pass out anytime soon?” He asks.

           “One can only hope.” You stop, unsure how to broach the subject with him. “Bucky?”

           “Yeah?”

           “They did things to you, I know that.” You pause, letting him process the direction of the conversation. “I don’t need, or want, to know everything. I just want to know if it was a botched version of the serum Steve and I got.”

           He doesn’t say anything for a while, you almost don’t think he will. “How’d you know?”

           “I’m your wife, James. Your fiancé, girlfriend, and friend before that. I also saw what you looked like when you rescued you. I saw the look on your face when you spotted the doctor, and I knew they were conducting experiments. The guys said no one came back from where you were. You also have far more stamina than a normal man, are far stronger than you should be, and didn’t get drunk tonight or the night in the bar.”

           “I haven’t been as careful as I thought then,” he mutters. “Yes, it was botched version of it. Far less safe obviously.”

           “I’m sorry.”

           “Nothin’ for you to be sorry about doll. It wasn’t your fault.” You hear the shaky breath he takes. “Please don’t hate me for it.”

           “I could never hate you. I’m not gonna leave you over it either. I love you Bucky, botched serum and all.”

~

           Cold snow and iced over ground gave way to warm weather and soft, mud-covered ground soon after that conversation a week ago. The SSR offered Steve a way to Italy, he declined, much to everyone’s dismay. He seems to be the only one unaffected by the night sleeping in a tent. His excuse, as always, is a good one. Always about doing the right thing, clearing towns of the Nazi and HYDRA influence as we go. Still, you missed a bed. You missed the things that came with a bed too.

           You and Bucky’s sex life is … bland, at the moment at least. There simply isn’t much room in a tent to get creative and the thin fabric certainly does nothing to muffle sounds. A few too many incidents of team members barging in due to what they considered sounds of distress is enough to let the two of you know that until a more private setting can be found, exciting sex just isn’t practical. That didn’t stop you from trying though.

           “I’m going to kill Steve for refuses the offer of better transportation.” Bucky grumbles just ahead of you.

           “Feeling a little under the weather, are we?” You ask him, after the fifth time he falls in the mud. Each time you struggle to keep the laughter in.

           “Very funny doll. Let’s not forget the roles were reversed a while back.”

           “True, but I wasn’t covered in mud.”

           “It’s a good thing I love you.” He growls, and without warning, launches himself at you.

           Falling back into the mud pile he just vacated, you squeal. “James Buchanan Barnes! You devil you!” Everyone turns to see the commotion and all laugh at the sight.

           “What the bloody hell are you two doing?” Peggy asks, laughing while trying scold us.

           “Ask my husband!”

           “Barnes?” She asks, hands on her hips, lips tugged into a smile.

           Without looking up from your eyes he replies, “Y/N was making fun of me.”

           “Are you a child?” She asks, still smiling, Steve now next to her.

           “Only sometimes.” He drops his voice, low enough that only you can hear. “Other times I like to make you scream for a different reason.”

           You aren’t sure whether you want to moan or hit him with the handful of mud poised at your side. You settle on a grumble of frustration. “You are insatiable James Barnes.”

           “Only for you Y/N Barnes.”

~

           The bed beneath you is a welcome change after weeks of a tent and the ground. However, nothing is quite as welcome as the head between your legs, fingers parting what he can’t with his mouth. Your own fingers are tangled in his hair, tugging slightly, pulling him closer if possible. He doesn’t move though, only continues his ministrations, far too slow for your liking.

           “Bucky, please.”

           “Patience my dear.” He mumbles before delving back in, tongue lapping at your entrance, trying to taste every ounce of your wetness.

           The moan coming you as he slips his finger in are sure to wake Steve, who is on the other side of the wall behind you. The mere thought causes you to tense a little. He feels it, stopping. “What’s going on in that head of yours love?”

           “Steve … he can probably … oh god Bucky …” You try to explain as he resumes his movements once you relax a bit.

           “I don’t care.” He mumbles, leaning back down to suck on your clit. “But I better not hear his name again for a while.”

           “Fuck!” The harsh curl of his finger coupled with the addition of a second sends you higher. You swear your eyes roll back, whites showing.

           “Atta girl.” He groans, the slight movement of the bed an indication he’s rutting his hips against the side now. “You taste so good.”

           “James.” You gasp as he moves his fingers faster, tongue following, licking at your clit faster than before. “Need you.”

           “Fuck doll.” He groans, moving from his place on the carpeted floor and over you.

           One swift movement, no more prep necessary, he pushes in, bottoming out in record time. The loud groan from his lips already sending you clenching around him even more. “James … move.”

           He does, slowly at first. Long and measured movements are met with the soft slap of hips against hips, fingers coming down to tweak your exposed nipples. The jagged breath at the dual sensations is enough for him to pick up the pace, even if only slightly. Even as you lock your legs around him, urging him deeper, harder, faster, he doesn’t budge.

           One hand slips downward, hovering over your hyper-sensitive nub, the other still pulling, pinching, and rubbing at the peak of your breast. The gentle press of the finger against you makes you clench, squeezing him harder.

           “Fuck Y/N.” He pants. “Gonna make me cum like a boy if you keep that up.”

           “Faster.” Is all you manage as he whispers in your ear.

           His grip shifts, holding onto your hips now, the slow pace now a thing of the past. The almost brutal pounding does you in, the release that was only impeding moments ago is exploding now. Another push and pull of your hips and he’s growling, pulling out.

           “Hands and knees baby.” He moans into your ear. You oblige.

           One hand resting on your ass he loves so much and the other wrapped around his length, he is guiding himself into you. Your prior climax letting him slip in with ease, tip reaching new depths at this angle. Arching your back as he bottoms out draws a guttural moan from him. The fast and hard pounding from before resumes. The slapping of skin is the only sound next to the almost scream-like sounds coming from your lips.

           “Oh … fuck! Y/N.” He groans, thrust becoming sloppier now. You don’t mind, your own walls are clenching harder, the heat pooling in your center. You can feel yourself reaching that high again.

           “S’close Bucky.” You mumble, dropping down to your elbows, face falling into the pillows; they don’t do much to muffle the sounds though.

           “Me too.” He groans, lips trailing up your back, chest sliding against your sweaty skin. “Get yourself there.”

           You nod, slipping your hand between your legs, tracing your clit with your fingers. “Shit. Oh, fuck!” You moan, his thrusts bottoming out in rapid succession.

           “Cum for me doll.” He moans, lips pressing into your neck as you collapse farther into the bed. It doesn’t take you long, you second release crashing over you like a wave. He doesn’t take long to follow, ropes of his own painting your walls.

           The squelchy sound as he pulls out and collapses next to you is the dirtiest and sound you’ve heard in a while. “We’ve got have sex more often. If we keep doing this, you’re gonna kill me.” Bucky gasps.

           “Well, I don’t find the boys seeing me splayed out for you like a feast too arousing, and they have a habit of that.”

           “True.” Slowly he gets up and walks, ass on full display for your viewing pleasure, into the bathroom. The cool sensation of a washcloth between your legs makes you moan a little.

           “Nuh uh, I can’t do another round yet.”

           “Not asking. Just feels good after all that.”

           “Not surprised. We went for,” he pauses, hand still holding the cold wet cloth against you as he looks at the bedside clock, “four hours.”

           “I’m gonna kill you! You’re gonna kill me is more like it.” You grumble, a smile playing at your lips.

           “But you love it.”

           “Yes, I do.”

~

1945

           You weren’t going on this mission. The higher-ups said it was a ‘man’s job’ something you took high offence to but could do nothing about. You knew what it was, Bucky filled you in as much as he could, but even he couldn’t tell you everything, and you had a feeling, he didn’t want to.

           The goodbye was worse than last time. You weren’t just saying goodbye to Bucky, to James Barnes; you were saying goodbye to your husband. Even Colonel Philips gave you a wide berth, everyone could see the sadness seeping from you pores. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something felt different this time.

           You waited with the nurses this time, Peggy pacing nearby, waiting for word, anything. Nothing came when it was due. Even an hour late, nothing. Two hours. Three. Four. After seven you were hysterical, only on the inside though. Outside, you were a shell. Your eyes haven’t left the same spot on the floor since hour five.

           “Mrs. Barnes?” A woman says, tapping at your shoulder.

           “What?”

           “Their back.”

           You jump up, running in the direction of the tent you know they will be, but as you get there, only nine men come out, Steve included. His eyes are hollow, glassy, red. Your breath catches in your throat.

           “Steve?”

           “Y/N.” He chokes out. Your breathing picks up, tears prickling at the back of your eyes. You know what is going to come out of his mouth, but you have to ask.

           “Steve, where’s Bucky?”

           He can’t answer you, can only shake his head as sobs rip through him too. The two of you cling to each other, sobs wracking your bodies, the sounds echoing throughout the camp. No one comes up to console either one of you. They can’t. Bucky’s gone.

~

           The gun fire and sound of bombs still echo in your skull as you climb into the plane, hiding in an alcove, out of sight. You can hear the sounds of the battle, muffled by the metal. Steve, his voice yelling, Peggy isn’t far behind.

           You turn a corner, spotting multiple planes with cities written on their backs. You manage to take one out by the time Steve show up. His already haggard face becomes more so when he sees you. The two of you, bloodied and bruised make your way into the cockpit, Schmidt waiting.

           “You don’t give up, do you?��� He asks, more to Steve than to you. Still, you count yourself as part of it.

           “Nope!” He yells, throwing himself into the fight. You don’t get in the way; you see the desperation and rage on Steve’s face. He needs this. He needs this fight after Bucky. You, you need him here.

           His shield is flying, fists hitting everything in their paths. Somehow, through the array of bullets and sparks and everything in between, you make your way into the pilot’s seat. You don’t know what anything says, or what to do with anything, but you recognize two words: New York. The plane is heading for New York.

           Patting your legs, trying to find that one gun you know you haven’t used yet, you frantically try to help. Gripping the handle and pointing it at the red man you fire, the bullet just missing anything vital. Just as the blood starts to seep from his side, Steve’s shield shoots him into the console holding the glowing cube.

           “What have you done? No!” He screams, picking up the cube. You dive, fingers just brushing the thing before you grab onto it as well.

           “What are you doing?” Steve screams at you, Schmidt’s face losing color as he watches the shapes and energy encircle both of you.

           The only thing running through your head is Bucky. You could’ve protected him, if you’d been there. Shielded him from the thing that killed him. You could’ve taken the fall. It should have been you. It shouldn’t have been him. Not your Bucky. You could’ve protected him.

“I may not survive this, but I’ll be damned before you get what you want.” You growl at him as you grip it tighter. You can feel it starting to seep into you, almost as if it’s a living thing.

           “No!” He screams, trying to pull it from you, but even with your own grip, it feels as if it won’t let go of you. “No.”

           “You took my husband from me.” You growl, knuckles white with the strain, voice even harsher, blood coming from your nose. “And you’re going to pay for that.” You let go, the cube unleashing the entirety of its power onto him, the sheer force of it throwing you into the console.

           You see a stream of bright blue flash, the body of Schmidt turning into dust, or at least that’s what it looks like. Your hand moves up to your face, wiping the blood from your nose. You don’t say anything as you look to Steve, a small smile on your face. The only thing you see is his panic-stricken face as you start to feel yourself fall. The metal hitting your head echoes even as the plane flies.

           You watch as the dreaded cube burns through the plan, falling into the ocean. Eyes fluttering you smile, your vision fading in and out as you think of him. Your James. Your Bucky. Your husband. His smile, as he looks down at you is the last thing you see before your vision fades completely, world going dark and silent.

2011

           “Good morning.” A plastic cup is shoved in front of your face. “How are you feeling?” the voice sounds feminine, but the haziness is there, the sounds muffled a bit.

           “Where am I?” The voice that comes out of you doesn’t seem like your own, but yet it is.

           “You’re in a recovery facility.”

           “Where am I?”

           “You’re in a recover-”

           “Where am I?” You start to recognize your own voice, and it sounds raspy.

           “I don’t understand.” The woman, a nurses uniform you recognize on. It seems off though, slightly altered. You glance at her legs, no hosiery.

           “What year is it?” You ask, slightly surer of yourself.

           “It’s nineteen-forty-five.” She answers, an uneasy smile on her face now.

           “You’re lying.” You stare at her now, the pit in your stomach growing. “What year is it?”

           “I told you –”

           “Stop lying to me!” You turn back to her, taking a shaky breath. “No respectable woman in nineteen-forty-five would go to her workplace in a skirt with no hosiery. And if I’m right, this is a government facility, meaning that in forty-five, that would be required. Now what year is it?”

           She steps back, hand going under the lip of the table in the corner. You know she presses an alarm, but yet you can’t seem to bring yourself to care. Still, you know whoever she calls can’t be good. “Sir, she knows.”

           You shove at her, the punch thrown at her jaw sends her flying. It doesn’t take much time before your instincts kick in, your hands pulling open the door. You don’t make it far, guns pointed at you in every direction.

           “Guns down.” A male this time. No one moves. “I said guns down.” He tries again, this time they listen. “I’m Agent Phil Coulson. You must be Y/N Y/L/N.”

           “How do you know my name?”

           “History.” He doesn’t offer you more than that.

           “What year is it? Where am I?”

           “New York City, twenty-eleven.”

[lighteyed]

aftermath / peter parker

summary : so, endgame happened. 

word count : 2.2k 

author’s note : i’m emotionally unstable! and haven't posted writing in mad long so here’s this i’m sad lol 

    You were beginning to get used to telling lies.

   I’m fine, thank you. Yes, I’ve eaten today, Pepper, don’t worry. Yes, Peter, I’m sleeping again, I promise. I’m not sad, Morgan, I’m just a little sleepy. Everything is fine.

   They all came out easily enough. You hardly hesitated anymore when you spoke them. You had the sneaking suspicion that the only one who really believed you was Morgan, because she was four and didn’t know any better than to believe what the people she looks up to tell her. Pepper made an effort not to push you too much, and Peter made an effort to keep you from crying like you had the entire two weeks you’d been back from being dusted.

 You still cried for hours on end another two weeks later, you just didn’t do it around him anymore. Another lie, not that you were counting.

 You only ever felt awful about lying to Peter, because he was horribly perfect and patient and precious and looked out for you like no other and came in to check on you every day even though the cabin in the woods your father and Pepper and Morgan had retired to wasn’t close to his little apartment in Queens. But you couldn’t help it. Lying was just simpler than breaking down all over everyone else’s grieving processes. Lying was the easy way out.

 It was three in the morning but you were wide awake, jogging on the treadmill you’d set up in your room a couple of days ago. Pepper hadn’t questioned it when you left the house late Sunday afternoon and returned hours later with the huge box, lugging it up the stairs and then slamming your bedroom door shut. Tony had a habit for impulsive decisions, and you had so much of him residing in you. She saw it in the private way you mourned, and in the hard set of your mouth when you came down to dinner those few times a week when you could manage it even though you didn’t really eat, and in the soft, happy way you spoke to your little sister as she pestered you with questions despite you never really being in the mood to answer them. Pepper had loved you from the moment she had laid eyes on you because of the subconscious way you mimicked your father, and she knew if anyone was taking his death hard, it was you, and you needed space.

 Your music was blaring so loudly in your ears you hadn’t noticed the incessant tapping taking place at your window. You finally yanked them out of your ears when a flood of texts poured in from Peter, who was standing, precarious as usual, right at the edge of the window waiting for you to let him in. You had forgotten it was a Friday- Peter had a schedule of what nights he would stop by, and he always came on Fridays so he could spend the weekend there.

  “Sorry, Pete,” you opened the window for him and switched on the bigger light.

  “It’s three in the morning, what are you doing up on a… treadmill?” He eyed the machine, nose scrunched. “You don’t exercise.”

 “I bought it after you left last Sunday, I need a hobby.” You rummage around in the bottom drawer of your dresser for a pair of his pajama pants as he begins to pull off the Spider-Man suit.

 “It’s still three in the morning,” he says, sitting at the edge of your bed. You move around your bedroom, fixing little things that don’t look particularly out of place. “You’re usually asleep right around now.”

 No, I’m not. I’m never asleep. “Well, I stayed up waiting for you,” you reply. Liar.

 “You never stay up to wait for me, you always leave the window unlocked and text me that you’re going to sleep and then I get here and you’re asleep.” He folds his arms and stares at you, hard. You tilt your face down because the stare is making you uneasy, he looks like he’s analyzing you and you hate it.

 “Changed my mind,” you mutter, more to the ground than to Peter.

 “Hey, look at me.” It’s not a demand the way he says it, worried and gentle as anything, but you set your gaze firm to the floor and refuse. You hear the creaking of your bed as he gets up from it, and then the same creaking of the old floorboards as he makes his way over to you. “When did you get these?” His hand is warm on your face when his fingertips graze over the dark rings under your eyes. “You never look this tired when I come over.”

 “I cover them up before you get here.”

 “You told me- you told me you were sleeping normally.” There’s a clear hurt in his voice that makes you ache all over. Hurting Peter is like hurting a baby. You’d always told him that if anyone hurts him, you’d be the first to kick their asses into a different century. There’s nothing you can do when you’re the one hurting him. He keeps his hand resting there on your cheek. “You don’t have to lie to me, Y/N. It’s just me. You can tell me anything. When was the last time you slept?”

 It takes you a second to think about it. “Um, Wednesday will be a week since I stopped trying.”

 “A week? You’re always asleep when I get here!”

 “It’s a lie, Peter, it’s just one big fucking lie, okay? What do you want me to say right now?” You push his hand away from you. You don’t mean to snap at him, the one person who tries his hardest to make everything better for you. He’s the little light-beam in your life. You don’t mean it, any of it. But this it. The culmination of every ounce of grief you’ve felt in the past month, splattering all over the walls of the bedroom that doesn’t feel like yours, though Pepper explained Tony had it set up specifically for you and spent hours agonizing over it in the five years you had been gone because it needed to be perfect for you if you ever came back to him. The only room you’d ever known was back at the Avengers building that was still in ruins from the final battle. This was foreign and uncomfortable, and Tony wasn’t there to help you through adjusting to normalcy or how to handle a four-year-old sister or annoy you by making stupid dad jokes and harassing Peter about his intentions with you. He wasn’t there. You had gotten him back for a second and you’d lost him just as fast.

 “I just want the truth if it’s all been, and I quote, one big fucking lie,” Peter takes a step back, looking angry in a way you’d never seen before, and it only sets you off even further.

 “Fine, I’ll tell you the truth. The whole god-damn truth. I can’t take being here. Every day I’m here, I hate it. I lost five years of my life, I lost my dad, I lost my friends because they’re in college or they have careers because they didn’t get wiped out by some crazy ass weirdo from another planet! I’m supposed to be twenty-two and I’m supposed to have my dad! But I’m still seventeen and my dad is dead and I can’t handle it, Peter, I can’t handle it, I can’t do it anymore.”

 “Y/N-”

 “No, don’t, don’t! You wanna know why I don’t sleep? Because all I do is see him, I see him staring at me as he gets those infinity stones and I see him saying he’s sorry to me as I’m held back by whoever the fuck held me back and I see him saving everyone and then I see him dying, every single time I shut my eyes. I’d rather stay awake for my entire life than see him like that again and again and again.”

 Peter is at a loss for words as he watches you rampage around your room. “None of this means anything to me! I don’t know this house, I don’t know this bedroom,” you throw one of your books at the wall, and then another, and then another. “I don’t know that little girl downstairs who loves me so much and asks her mom why I look so sad all the time and why I won’t go and play with her outside by the lake when it’s warm out because I wasn’t there this whole time! My dad had another little girl and I was gone and he told her about me but I don’t know her and I hate it, I hate everything about being back here, Peter, and the only thing I don’t hate is you and you’re gonna hate me too after all this ‘cause I’m a liar and the worst person in the world,” you hadn’t even noticed the tears streaming down your face until you were sobbing in the middle of your bedroom, contents of your desk that’d you knocked over and ripped pages from books and makeup from the dresser strewn about the room like a hurricane had hit.

  “I’m sorry, Peter, I’m sorry,” you kept saying, head in your hands even when he wrapped his arms around you and let you bury your face in his shirt, holding you tightly amidst the mess.

  He remembers holding you when Tony had died. You screamed and cried and shook violently as Pepper knelt beside the broken body of your hero of a father. He remembers you throwing up afterward all night, coming out of the bathroom pale and still shaking, crawling underneath covers and continuing to cry with Peter through the rest of the following day. He held you every night for those first two weeks because when Peter wasn’t there your nightmares were brutal and merciless, and he was glad to do it because you clutching his hand and needing him that way made everything a little more bearable. He remembers you not coming to the funeral, and standing outside with May crying for his loss and yours and Pepper’s and Morgan’s and the entire world’s, but crying a lot for your broken heart that he couldn’t fix. He remembers going to your room after, knocking on the door for three hours and begging you to let him come in until he gave up and fell asleep outside of it. He remembers Morgan asking him if you were the big sister her daddy had told her all about, and he remembers Morgan being the only one to get you to come out of the bedroom with her tiny, sad voice because her dad was gone, too. He remembers your tired, hopeless eyes and the way you couldn’t keep anything down or focus properly or look at him right. He remembers everything, and he should’ve known you couldn’t get better in two weeks. He should’ve known. He should’ve noticed something, anything.

 “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay, it’s all gonna be okay,” he soothed, stroking your hair softly. “You’re not a bad person, no one hates you, no one could ever hate you, I love you so much, you’re gonna be okay.” You didn’t have the strength to make it over to your bed, so he cleared the area where you stood and let you cry in his lap right there.

 “I- I really miss him,” you hiccuped, wiping the snot from your nose and staring up at Pete through blurred vision.

 “I know, me too,” his voice wavers, but tonight isn’t the night for you to comfort him. You need him first, and he knows you’ll be there when he needs you in that similar capacity. He takes a deep breath that shakes his whole body.

 “He- he’s not gonna see me and you get- get married, or have a teeny baby, or- or take me out to a strip club for my 18th birthday like he promised, and he’s not- not gonna be there for Morgan like she’s gonna need him to be and it makes my heart hurt so bad, so so bad,” you curl up tighter against him.

 Peter doesn’t want to say something that everyone says; that he’ll always be there with you spiel or the whole he’s watching you over bit. Every reiterated version of those two sentences irked him when his parents died, when Ben died, so he’ll never say it to you. He presses a kiss to your hand. “It’s gonna be hard for a long time, but we’re gonna get through it together. Me and you, right? No matter what. He- he wouldn’t wanna see you so sad, he’d want you to go kick life in the ass for him, and maybe he’d want you to name our baby after him, but that’s not for a few years, but it’s just a thought, but yeah, he’d want you to know that you’re going to be okay, and he’d want me to make sure of it. I promise, Y/N, you’re gonna feel okay again.”

 “You really think so?”

 “I know so. You’re the kid of the strongest, smartest person I’ve ever met, besides Aunt May. Of course you’re gonna be okay. You’re you.” He feels you nod a little, and your breathing levels until you’re finally sleeping for the first time in a long time. He falls asleep next to you on the floor, arms thrown over you like he’s shielding you from the world. He wishes he really could.

 In the afternoon, when you’re both awake, you shakily walk downstairs with him to say hi to Pepper and Morgan. The tiniest Stark observes you quietly as Pepper begins making more breakfast for the two of you.

 “Hi, Morgan,” you smile at her, big as you can manage, and Morgan lights up. “Do you wanna maybe… play outside? Before I eat?” Your uneasy smile moves to Pepper, and Peter feels himself start to breathe again. Baby steps. 

[ainarosewood]

Infinity

@gatheredfates​

*Note*-This will be of my Oc Suisei as the Amaurotine well before the Final Days of Amarout ^.^ 

Aridane sat upon the sculpted edge of the planter around one of the trees that lined the avenue staring up at the sky.  Most of her fellow citizens who wandered the streets just smiled as they saw the young Amaurotine looking up.  Most assumed her eyes were upon the purple blossoms scattered within the leaves their color barely discernible in the street lamps. To them most likely dreaming up concepts that she might one day accomplish.

They were quite mistaken her eyes were not on the tree or its blossoms, but on the wonder that only she and a few others could properly see.  The great River of Aether that swirled and flowed from all things below to the sky above where it drifted to what all knew to be the Underworld where life began its journey anew.

Of her classmates in the Akademia Anyder she knew of only two others who saw this as vividly and clearly as she did Hades and Hythlodaeus.  The former was a self centered annoyance that she tolerated the presences of for the sake of the latter since he was a close friend.  Hades bragged endlessly about his acuity of vision acting as if he alone understood what they were seeing.  She knew from time to time he could be tolerable but most of the time his attitude left much to be desired.

“There you are,” a voice called and she tore her eyes away from the river of aether to her dear friend.  Hythlodaeus strode up grinning wide as he reached her overtly excited about something.

She returned the grin she couldn’t help it his enthusiasm was infectious.  She had seen it could even get Hades to smile from time to time which irked the boy to no end and she found endless amusement from. “What’s got you so excited Hyth?” she asked

He was all but dancing in place his eyes beneath his mask glowing with excitement, “I have finally had a concept approved by the Bureau.  I can implement it as soon as possible!”

“Thats wonderful Hyth!” she jumped up catching his hands with joy. Aridane was so proud that her friend finally had achieved something he had been desiring for so long.

“It is indeed, but I wonder, when will you finally get one approved Aridane?” a voice nearby drawled

She turned giving him a taut smile anger smoldering deep in her eyes, “When I am good and ready Hades.” she replied evenly

The twitch of amusement in his lips told her he had seen he had struck a nerve.  She was seething inside but she kept it well in check.  She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her angry, “I have been working out another one I just would like to put the finishing touches on it before I present it to the Bureau.”

Disappointment flickered in Hades eyes as he saw her ignore the obvious bait he had thrown at her.  She felt a tiny bit of joy at seeing that honestly the boy could be insufferable.

“Can we see it Aridane?” Hythlodaeus asked interest apparent in his eyes, “Honestly I don’t know why they haven’t approved one before you always have such interesting ideas.”

“To you maybe,” Hades yawned, “Honestly I think I am going to head to the dorm and get some sleep.”  With that he gave them a lazy wave and sauntered off heading for the student dorms.

“Honestly Hyth, one of these days I am going to show that smug bastard that he is not the center of everything.” she growled

“He likes you Ari, that’s why he teases you so.  Honestly you two would make a good pair” Hyth stated mischief dancing in his eyes.

She stared in shock at the other boy and sputtered, “That’s......what do you.....never gonna happen!”

Hyth laughed and held up both hands in a placating gesture, “I’m joking, I’m joking.   He does like you but not like that.”

She just glared at him annoyed that he’d even suggest something so absurd.  She almost wanted to deny his request about seeing her concept but seeing the pleading eyes she relented.

“Come on, Its plans are in the classroom in the Words of Halmarult.”  she said leading him back toward the Akademia Aynder.  As they stode through the halls they were greeted by several classmates.  Once they arrived she went over to her desk and pulled out the crystal that housed the purposed concept.

She flowed her Aether into it and before her appeared a beautiful flower.  It was small with a flat leaf base the blossom itself was two toned the outer petals a pale white while the center was a gorgeous golden hue matching the delicate stems of pollen at its heart.

“I must say I hardly expected something so fragile from you.  But I have to admit it is beautiful.” Hades voice sounded from the door of the classroom, “The Bureau would be foolish to deny that one.  Its the best I have ever seen you make.

She whirled wanting to respond with a scathing remark but it died on her lips as he seemed to be actually meaning what he said.  Color crept into her cheeks and she looked back at the flower mumbling, “Thank you Hades.”

“Couldn’t resist eh?  I knew you secretly had a soft spot for her,” Hythlodaeus snickered.

Hades glared at him his golden eyes showing his full annoyance, “Hardly but seeing as how she is always tagging along with the two of us I had to make sure it wouldn’t be something embarrassing.  Unlike you I actually care what people think of me and the company I keep.”

Her discomfort turned to anger in a flash and she snapped, “Tagging along, ha as if I’d bother to follow the likes of you Hades.  I deal with you because Hyth considers you a friend nothing more!”

He just gave a feral smile, “On that we are of one mind.” he responded, “But such annoyance aside I did mean what I said it is beautiful.  Keep making things like that and I may not be as bothered by you being around.”

She gritted her teeth, furious with herself that she had let him get under her skin like that.  “You can be sure I will and better, I’ll show you that you aren’t as great as you think you are!”

“Please both of you,” Hythlodaeus pleaded, “Lets not argue or start snapping at each other,”

“Very well, I will Hyth,” she responded shoving her annoyance away for his sake.

“If you insist,” Hades sighed, “Besides it is about to be lights out so we best all be getting to our rooms.”

As if summoned by his words the chime to alert students to return to their dorms rang out through the halls of the Anyder.  Aridane withdrew her aether from the crystal and the flower dispersed its aether returning to the great river since it no longer needed to retain its form.  She then put the crystal back into the desk and strode out.  

As she passed him Hades realized that the flower’s dispersing aether was the same color as it’s creator’s.  That in his mind made it even more beautiful for it meant she poured some of herself into its creation.

“Aridane,” he called as he followed Hythlodaeus out. She paused then turned to face him her green eyes guarded beneath her mask, “That flower really is beautiful, I hope the Bureau approves it.”

She stared at him a moment confused before saying, “Thank you Hades.”

Hythlodaeus just beamed at the both of them and they rolled their eyes at him before going their separate ways to their dorm rooms.

As she made her way there Aridane looked up at the great river and smiled as she saw the flowers aether flow into the river its white and golden hues adding a splash of brilliance amidst the other myriad of colors that surrounded it.  Hers were not the only eyes that saw that as well as Hades and Hythlodaeus stared into the sky at the beautiful infinite river.

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Spoilers beneath cut mostly allusions to events in patch 5.2

Suisei wandered about the crystal filled room while Y’shtola attempted to reactivate the ancient device.  For some reason she felt drawn away from the rest of the group by a familiar feeling aether.  

Naught here should feel familiar she thought to herself as she made her way through the banks of crystals each brimming with varying aethers within.  She followed the feeling until she stopped before a crystal glowing with a white and golden hue.

What? she asked herself as she reached for it without thinking.  Suddenly it glowed and she jumped back drawing her staff preparing for the worst.  Instead of a beast however there was naught but a single flower.  A Lotus with pale white petals surrounding a golden center.  Cautiously she approached it and picked it up.  There was something naggingly familiar about the plant but for the life of her she couldn’t place why.

“What have you got there?” Ryne’s voice asked from behind her

Suisei turned toward the girl and said, “I....I do not know some sort of Lotus it...it was in one of these crystals.”

“Ryne, Suisei there you are,” Alphinaud stated as he came up to the two of them, “Shtola wanted a to speak to us all but you two had disappeared.

“Sorry Alphinaud, I had sensed something and thought to investigate it, it would seem it was naught more than this flower.”  Suisei responded holding out the Lotus.

“Well it certainly is different, as what you were sensing from it however, I cannot fathom for it seems an ordinary if not unusual Lotus bloom.” 

Suisei’s brow furrowed, “Aye, it does.....I....had felt a familar aether and thought to look for it.”

Alphinaud frowned, “Bring it to the others let us see if there is aught more to it than meets our eyes.  And, again Y’shtola wished a word with all of us.”

She nodded in response and they both followed him back to where the others were near the ancient recorder.  Y’stola’s announcement was simple she desired to remain here to see what more she could glean concerning Elidibus and Venat from the device and she urged the others to return to the Crystarium to keep an eye on ‘Ardbert’s’ actions.

As the others began to make their way back through the Anyder to Bismark Suisei turned to Y’shtola asking, “Shtola could you take a look at this please and tell me if there is something strange about it?”

“What exactly....” the miqo’te began but then her eyes widened, “Why are you concentrating a bit of your own aether in you hand?”

“My....” Suisei started, “I am holding a flower.....one that came from one of these crystals stored here....I....my aether are your sure?”

The miqo’te nodded, “Aye....” she then paused a moment before continuing, “We know that we are fragments of the original souls that inhabited this star and that these crystals house the concepts to be drawn upon in the act of creation.  So it stands to reason that one could find perhaps a concept made by ones past self....”

Suisei nodded, “And I have ever been sensitive to aether so perhaps I sensed it due to that.”

“Would you perchance be willing to leave that here?” Shtola asked, “Perhaps it could give me a better understanding of how this storage method worked and unlike the other concepts that were called forth this one is intact.”

Suisei handed the blossom over to Shtola without hesitation, “Its yours, please be careful Shtola...who knows what else might be stored here.”

The miqo’te nodded, “Fear not dear friend I have no intention of finding out.  Now go the others are waiting.”

The Au’ra nodded and turned to catch up with the others questions swirling in her mind.  Was it just her aetheric sensitivity that drew her to that crystal or was it some forgotten memory?  And why did she have a sense of sorrow and pride when she looked upon the Lotus?

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Stephen is in desperate need of some TLC as he nears the end of his search for the one timeline where the Avengers defeat Thanos...

Inexorably, the burden of that bitter knowledge, and the continual isolation of his solitary mission, brought Stephen to the brink of debilitation, the ache in his heart become quite literal.  Though he managed to hide the depth of his despair from Wong on his periodic visits back to Earth, there was no hiding it from himself. He recognized that he needed more than rest for his mind, body, soul. Now he craved sympathy and understanding.  Consolation.  Some show of tenderness, sourced from a loving heart—so that his own heart harkened back to the sound of Hope’s voice calling to him from outside the Sanctum door, like a sweet promise that she could be the perfect balm for the inescapable ache perpetually centered in his chest.

Still, he was extremely cautious the first several times he opened that door, for Hope’s sake and for what might be the collateral effect their interaction could have upon the timeline.  Stephen could see without her needing to speak a word, how the events of the past few days had worn her down.  That she had been frightened and sleep-deprived at first, and now was clearly exhausted, but calm and brave enough to chance a trip across the city—a good portion of which she must’ve done on foot, given the disarray Wong had described as having fallen upon the streets outside.  Each time she had come to him, she had let her backpack slide to the floor before moving into his open arms, her voice muffled as she pressed her face against his shoulder, telling him how happy and relieved she was to see him alive.  Stephen would close his eyes as he rocked her gently, her body in his arms vital with beautiful life, a fierce little flame that clung to him and warmed his heart and banished for that little while the weight of the task that he could never escape.

Soon she would raise her head, and back away enough to observe him, her eyes widening as she noted the bloody gash and cuts on his face, and then reached with soft, tentative fingers to soothe his brow.  Hope’s concern for him was palpable, and she swiftly reversed their roles, leading him to sit beside her on that same, long settee where Tony Stark had listened to Wong tell the story of the Infinity Stones.

Sometimes, the words spilled from his mouth in a rushed jumble, so that she had to take his face in her hands to get him to slow down and try to make some sense.  Other times, Stephen had told her he wasn’t ready to talk about it yet, and that he’d rather sit a while and just hold her.  Holding on.  Memorizing the spray of pale freckles across the bridge of her nose, and the stands of dark honey threaded through her auburn hair, and how her voice caught when she didn’t want to break down again, doing her best to be strong for his sake. Someone being strong for him for a change.

And sometimes what he wanted most was just to feel her needing him as simply Stephen, and would insist she share her story in full before he spoke a word of his.  Hope couldn’t tell it without the tears finally overwhelming her—so that more than once, he had held her while she trembled and cried, absorbing her grief and pain into himself—and though he was comforting her, somehow she was giving him so much more.  Perhaps because this comfort was one-on-one, uncomplicated and easy to give right from the deep well of his lonesome heart; perhaps because she was a reminder of his own humanity, a physical and emotional connection which promised that life would go on eventually—Hope representing all the beautiful things that made life worth the journey, even amidst heartbreak and pain.  And perhaps because somehow to do this for her gave him comfort of sorts, while her kind, gentle nature and her perpetual optimism—qualities which had drawn him to her from the day they’d met—restored his soul more than any interludes of meditation and sleep, at any point throughout his mission, had actually done...

[bnhascribbles]

Warmth

Dabi x Reader

Fluff, Have some cold weather and gentle intimacy

Words: 678

Warnings: None

You’re buried in a mountain of blankets, yet you’re still freezing.  The December chill is a thief, stealing into your bones, sapping whatever heat your body sees fit to produce.  Desperate to escape its icy hold, you pull your arms into your chest.  Your legs seek refuge elsewhere, toes peeking out from beneath the covers to bury themselves in the back of your lover’s knee.

“Really?”  Dabi groans, twitching, but not even bothering to peer back at you.  

He hurls an arm backward, presumably to shove you away.  The gesture backfires; You grab his elbow and pull him in closer, burying your face into his back and sighing when the heat of his skin wards off your shivers.  How this man could sleep with no covers, no shirt, and still act the part of a space heater, you’d never understand.

“…isss coooold.”

He grunts, rubbing his eyes with his forearm.  “Fine.  Back up and I’ll warm you up.”

You don’t hesitate to obey.  You shimmy back on the bed, giving him just enough room to twist around and face you.  Not even a second after he turns, you press your palms to his chest, impatient.  He rolls his eyes and grabs your wrists, dragging them up to his face with very little resistance.  

You sigh when he cups your hands in his own and breathes hot air against your fingers.  His thumbs trace up your knuckles, leaving a tingly trail in their wake.  He’s only actually working on your hands, but his warmth travels–it seeps through your legs and chest and ears, leaving a cozy sort of contentment bubbling where the cold had once been.

Dabi stops too soon, glancing up at you with that mischievous glint in his eyes.  You smile and edge in closer.  

“Want me to return the favor?”

He doesn’t say anything, his arms stretching out towards you.  One hand fiddles with a stray piece of your hair while the other ghosts up the line of your jaw, his nails eliciting a whole different kind of shiver when they drag along the skin just behind your ear.  Still, he doesn’t do anything more–just stares at you expectantly.  Waiting.

So you move in, pressing your lips to his.  The act is gentle and much, much shorter-lived than you’d hoped it would be, but there’s an infinity of memories in that one, fleeting kiss.  

In the brush of his fingers, there are all the sleepless nights you’d spent waiting for him to creep back into bed.  But then, there’s the memory of waking up beside him, watching his nose twitch as sleep finally released its hold.

In his breath on your cheeks, all the times you’d whispered “Goodbye” and actually meant “Don’t go.”  Also the reunions–the bruising embraces and the kisses that never felt numerous or eager enough for you, even as they siphoned every ounce of strength from your body.

Then there’s the shape of his lips on yours, and you relive the arguments–those fiery screaming matches and glacial silences.  And the make-ups.  God, those beautiful, wonderful, fantastic moments where all the fire died down and the ice melted away.  What was left was something that was in between–not hot and not cold.  Amidst the skin sticking to skin, the hands locked together in a vice-like grip, there was nothing but warmth–pure energy that enlivened, but left no scar.

You lean back, eyes still shut, savoring the sensations–the memories–for as long as you can.  Dabi sees this and smirks, coming in close again.  He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth and lingers there.

“Love you, babe.”  He whispers, low and breathy–so soft, that it would’ve been easy to write it off as the rustling of the covers or the gentle whoosh of the wind outside.

You don’t say it back, too distracted curling your arms up underneath his shoulders.  But as you bury your nose into his neck, humming into the spot where his pulse thrums just beneath the skin, it’s obvious you’re thinking it too.

[gossamie]

me, you, and this lonely night.

— summary: It’s three in the morning and Taehyung decided to call you because he wants to tell you why he can’t sleep. 

— pairing: kim taehyung x reader

— genre: fluff/angst

— word count: 1,275

— warnings: minor swearing

— notes: you have no idea how happy i was to finish this lil one-shot! i have been so busy with school lately that i have absolutely no time to write, so when i get the chance, i write as much as possible. i want to thank you guys for being so patient with me. i really hope you guys enjoy this story <3

thank you mia (aka @taenchanted) for helping me with this story! she is SUCH a talented writer and a beautiful person, please check her blog out!!

“O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.” — Christopher Marlowe

[03:01 A.M.] (5) missed calls from TATA.

[03:03 A.M.] (8) missed calls from TATA.

[03:05 A.M.] Incoming call from TATA.

The bright white of your phone screen blinks wildly from your nightstand, the melody of your boyfriend’s ringtone acting as an alarm clock for this rude awakening. You squint at the harsh light with furrowed brows and outstretch your arm towards your phone, pressing ‘Accept’ with a groan.

“Taehyung—? What is it?” You look around. Through the translucent curtains, the sky is still pitch black and you wonder what the hell must have been so important to justify waking you up before the sun rose.

“I need to talk to you.” His voice is deep, raspy, like cerulean waves crashing against a rocky shore. You lost count of the nights you fell asleep listening to his whispers, those sweet nothings becoming your secret lullaby.

Tonight, though, you were too annoyed to be soothed.

“About wha— oh my God, it’s three in the morning? Why are you calling me now?”

“I couldn’t sleep. I was thinking of what I wanted to say and it kept me up.”

“And you couldn’t wait until the morning?”

“Nope. It’s too important to wait.”

You’re tired. Talking is the last thing you want to do right now. But no matter how exhausted or irritated or jaded you may be, you would give up every minute of sleep for him and spend every moment listening to him because it was Taehyung. You would never— and could never— say no to someone as important as him.

You will never say no to Taehyung.

As you nestled the back of your head into your pillows, you replied, “Alright. What do you want to say?”

“Well, first of all, I miss you, maybe now more than ever. I didn’t know this long-distance thing would be so hard.”

An audible sigh escapes your lips. You can’t remember the last time you and Taehyung went out on a date, nor can you remember the last time you spoke to him on something other than a phone, and those facts alone are enough to make your throat constrict with longing.

“Yeah, me neither,” you reply, trying to ignore how shaky your voice is becoming. As you speak, you put the call on speaker and place your phone on the pillow beside you in a futile attempt to replicate Taehyung speaking to you by your side.

“You know, sometimes, I feel like we were forced to put so much distance between us so soon. There are so many things I still have to say to you but I can’t and that fucking hurts.”

You’re staring at your phone, but in your mind, you’re staring at Taehyung. You envision the pain that distorts his pupils, drowning even the brightest constellations that illuminate the galaxy in his eyes, and it fills your heart with an incurable ache.

In the few months you and Taehyung have spent apart, you realized that distance is cataclysmic. It does not take long for distance to destroy a bond, especially when that bond spans oceans and mountains and an entire night sky. You would not let distance ruin your connection with Taehyung; it was a silent promise you made to both yourself and him.

It was becoming hard to keep that promise.

“Tell me, then,” you breathe. “Tell me all the things you want to say before time runs out.”

His breath hitches. After a moment, he says, “Go onto the roof of your apartment.”

You’re confused, then taken aback. “Are you fucking crazy? Did you forget that it’s three in the morning?”

“Please, Y/N. It’s the only way I can properly tell you what I want to say.”

You hesitate, but you will never say no to Taehyung, so you lift yourself off of the bed, clutch your phone in your hand, and begin to climb the fire escape to the roof.

From the top of the apartment complex, you can see Seoul sprawled out before you. It is a blur of moving cars and majesties that scrape the sky, veins of neon lights breathing life into the vibrant metropolis. Even in the night’s earliest hours, the city is still full of energy, constantly in motion, never changing.

Taehyung’s voice lifts you from your trance. “Y/N,” he murmurs in amazement, as if he, too, was caught off guard by the vitality of the city.

“Yes?” you reply.

“Look up.”

You do, and you are left breathless.

Indigo envelops every corner of the night sky; azure paints every cloud with a delicate haze. The moon and all its glow sits at its highest point in the sky, an unearthly beacon casting its ivory glow across a sapphire ocean. Somewhere in the distance, tucked away into the folds of infinity, you can see stardust swirling, planets spinning.

But this is not what takes your breath away. It is beautiful, but it is not the stars.

They are flecks of gold dancing amidst the cosmos. They are pinpricks of light that keep their secrets hidden in galaxies. They are created so exquisitely they do not seem real. They are both not of this world and all of it, both inconceivable and strangely familiar. It is perplexing, but it is captivating; it is the fabric of the universe that takes your breath away.

A moment passes before Taehyung speaks again. “When I miss you, I look up at the stars. I look up and I remember that we’re under the same sky and instantly, you don’t seem that far away anymore. I want you to know that there aren’t as many stars between us as you think. If the stars are looking down on us, we’ll never truly be apart.”

He’ll never see it, but there are tears stinging the edges of your eyes because you are so, so happy that you have someone like Taehyung.

“The stars always shine brighter for you, Y/N. They’re in love with you.” Taehyung states simply.

But then he pauses. He breathes in, breathes out. Says, “I’m in love with you.”

And then you pause. You breathe in, breathe out. Think, Why does my heart feel like a handful of flower petals, trembling with such ferocity they could fly away in the frail wind? Have these butterflies always been here before, and why are they beating their fluttering wings so fiercely? Why do I want this feeling to suffocate me, to drown me in its warmth?

You’ve never heard him say that before, so these questions spiral inside your head, but they stop because you’ve found your answer: you’re in love with him.

You tell him. You say, “I love you, too.”

When you say those four words, the sky ignites with flames of lavender; when you look up at the atmosphere, you truly believe that the stars are shining brighter for the two of you.

Taehyung laughs. It is a pure, full sound, something you want to hear for the rest of your life. “It’s you, Y/N. I want it to be you, now and forever. Can you promise me that it’ll be you, always?”

You think about always. You think about how it can always be you and him, how love can close the spaces between those six letters, how always is not impossible if it means that you can spend it with Taehyung. This is a promise that no distance could ever break, that you can and will keep, now and forever.

This is the promise you make under those brilliant stars. You promise him, “It will always be you.”

[the-gay-in-the-way]

The Librarians AU has evolved.

So I came up with the Librarians AU a while ago after seeing a funny tumblr post that inspired the idea.

Since then, a lot of thought has been put into it without being written out anywhere.

I’ve talked about some of it during livestreams but, since not everyone watches those, only a few people know about it.

So this post is here to correct this and also gauge just how interested people are in me actually going through with creating this story that will likely take up quite a lot of my time and focus to properly create.

It’s a very large expansion of the universe so prepare yourself for a long post filled with rambling ideas.

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So, to start off, we’ll talk about what the Sanders Sides Fanfic part of the story will be like.

And I know that sounds like a weird way for me to phrase it, but I promise that I’m using that phrasing for a reason.

Anyways, moving on.

The fanfic part of the universe takes place on an island known as Kendrith.

It’s an isolated place that isn’t marked on any maps and isn’t known to exist by many people.

The island is structured to have a few gravelly beaches at its edges, but has a full on border of sheer cliffside mountains going around the entire perimeter.

Hidden within the mountains and only accessible from a cave entrance by the docks on one of the beaches, is the town that shares the island’s name.

The town of Kendrith sits right next to a large forest surrounded by the mountains.

Everyone who lives there ended up there because there was nowhere else for them to go.

This includes a man named Mackenzie who owns the library that sits on the border between the town and the forest, slightly hidden within the trees.

He and the library have been there longer than anyone knows and Mackenzie has remained there, unchanging for quite some time after that.

It’s after quite some time of him living there as the town grows that a young man ends up sailing onto the beach in a weathered little dingy.

The man is welcomed into the town as a fellow outcast of society after he explains his current situation.

He was once a knight dedicated to protecting his King.

But then a corrupt member of the King’s court convinced him to betray the King by stealing a precious artifact from him.

The artifact was a book said to be capable of altering the future and letting its user see into the future as well.

The man went through with stealing the artifact because the court member managed to gain his trust and convince him that the artifact was causing the King, who was growing ill at the time, pain and misfortune.

The man was told that there was someone who would destroy the book once he brought it to a secret location away from the King.

But when the man came along with the book, the court member stole it and sent a collection of assassins after him.

Fortunately, the man was capable enough to both defeat the assassins and take back the book from the court member before he escaped with it.

Unfortunately, the court member had planned for this and a collection of guards from the kingdom had already been alerted by the court member’s scribe that the man had stolen the book with the intention of using it himself.

As far as the guards were concerned, the court member had gone after the man with a collection of hired fighters to keep the man from escaping.

And, by the time they arrived on the scene, the man stood amidst the corpses of both the hired fighters and the court member himself.

After this the man ran away into the nearby woods and only returned when he’d healed from the fight well enough for him to sneak into town without notice.

He returned the book to the castle and ended up meeting the King while he did so.

The King had actually been the one to adopt him into the castle.

It was because of the King’s kindness towards him when he was a child that the man decided to become a knight at an early age.

The King believed his story when he told it to him and offered to clear his name so that he could return to his life as a knight.

But, before the King could do this the next morning, he died in his sleep from the illness that still plagued him.

And the man, who had been sleeping on a chair at the King’s bedside, was blamed for causing his death.

The man then ran from the castle and ended up being cornered on the docks.

He, in turn, did the only thing he could think to do to survive.

He stole a boat and started sailing away.

But, unluckily, a storm had been approaching since early that morning and by then it was in full swing as the wind and rough waves dragged his boat roughly through the sea for several days before it washed up on the island of Kendrith.

His story convinced the townspeople to welcome him fully and he ended up offering his services as a knight to them, to protect the town and it’s inhabitants in return for their kindness.

His offer was accepted and he came to live in a small shack he built alongside the townspeople within the forest near the entrance to the docks.

Just so that I don’t have to keep calling him “the man” all the time, I’ll tell you now what you’ve probably already figured out, the man’s name is Virgil and he doesn’t have any sort of special magical abilities or heritage.

He just spent a large portion of his life training as hard as he could to become a good knight.

After becoming a part of the town, Virgil starts regularly visiting the library and spending time with Mackenzie.

Over time, Virgil ends up spending almost all of his time in the library or out patrolling the island.

So, eventually, Mackenzie tells Virgil the truth about the library and his seeming inability to age or die.

Mackenzie is actually a Librarian.

Not a normal run of the mill one, but a Librarian of Existence.

These Librarians are tasked with watching over and maintaining a few select magical books.

The Book of Foresight, which allows you to see and manipulate the future.

The Book of Hindsight, which allows you to see and manipulate the past.

The Book of Creation, which allows you to create anything out of nothing.

The Book of Manipulation, which allows you to manipulate any person or object.

The Book of Infinity, which holds infinite power and allows you to gain powers suited to you alongside complete immortality.

And the Book of the End, which allows you to have complete control over life and death itself.

Each book is only capable of functioning and offering its powers to its Librarian when it has collected other actual books and artifacts or, essentially, knowledge itself and shared its knowledge with others.

The more the knowledge is shared the more power the book has.

It’s up to the book’s Librarian to collect this knowledge and share it with other people.

Mackenzie has been the Librarian of Infinity for thousands of years by then.

That’s why the library was so large and immaculate.

It holds all of the knowledge he’s collected and previously kept stored within the book itself.

He’d created the library to hold it all in a single place he could settle into.

And he’d decided to settle himself on Kendrith after thousands of years of wandering the world because he came to fall in love with a magical being that lived in the forest.

The being was the guardian of the island and his name was Ansley.

Mackenzie met Ansley after finding himself stranded on the island during a storm.

The two had grown close quickly and Mackenzie had decided to stay there easily.

But, sadly, he could only see Ansley when he gained a physical form during a full moon.

There was a way for Ansley to give Mackenzie the ability to always see him and for them to, in turn, always be together, but it involved Ansley turning Mackenzie into his follower by feeding him his blood after death.

And Mackenzie couldn’t die while being the Librarian of Infinity, nor was he willing to give up his role without giving it to a successor first.

So, when he learns to trust Virgil and sees him as someone suited to taking on the role, he asks him to become his apprentice.

Virgil ends up accepting and spends a few years as Mackenzie’s apprentice before Mackenzie does the ceremony that would free him from his role as the Book’s Librarian and Virgil does the ceremony that would make him the new Librarian.

There can be multiple Librarians for a single book, but Mackenzie wants Virgil to be the sole Librarian from the get go.

After the ceremonies are complete, Virgil and Mackenzie say their goodbyes and Virgil promises that he’ll go and visit both Mackenzie and Ansley whenever there’s a full moon, since Mackenzie will also only have a physical form during full moons when he becomes Ansley’s follower.

Mackenzie then leaves the town after saying goodbye to everyone else as well, without giving any explanation past it being his time to leave.

From then on, Virgil takes on the role of Librarian for both the Book of Infinity and for the townspeople.

He gains immortality and a collection of magical abilities the Book deemed suitable for him to have.

(End of Part One.)

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That’s right, this is the first part of my incredibly long explanation of what will be happening with the Librarians AU.

This part was mostly about world building for the AU itself and for Virgil specifically.

Mackenzie and Ansley too, I suppose.

But it was mostly about Virgil.

So, yeah, the rest of the explanation will be done in a few other parts, since this one is already starting to get pretty long and I don’t want to give you the longest wall of text that ever existed just so that I can explain this entire universe.

In the meantime, while I work on writing out the other parts and articulating the story a bit more for them, feel free to ask me questions or offer critiques for this part of it all.

Did you like the ideas in it?

Did you think some of it was a little too weird?

Did you think it was kind of boring?

Do you wanna see more for this universe?

I’m more than happy to get any input you guys are willing to offer me, so please feel free to offer some.

Thanks for reading this, if you did.

Here’s the gen taglist.

​ @a-snoway-afternoon @ashrain5 @virgilscat @gumdrop2113@chelama @dragonsight9 @marse-422 @derpiest-unicorn @i-identify-as-a-mango @fearfilledvirgil@lunariadyva-multifandom-blog @blitzgamev @the-life-ofa-troubled-ace @satanblessi 

Please tell me if I missed you or if you’d like to be added to either the gen list or the Librarians AU list.

A Bed of Links:

Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Cerillen

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Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCPz4p5XdoRESDKZeMDnWXFQ

Discord: https://discord.gg/FsUhc5f

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(Preview to Part Two)

This AU actually has a romantic pairing in it.

So that’ll be fun for all of you guys who are fans of “Hey, romance for once.” post I made a while ago.

[noirlevity]

Scent chapter 13

Pairing: TadaAi

Fandom: Sk8 the Infinity

Synopsis: Ainosuke once loved Tadashi, but ever since he broke his heart, he decided to never have anything to do with him. But what happens if he meets him again after so many years and finds out a secret that will change both of their lives forever?

Chapter summary: Ainosuke and Tadashi continue their weird sleeping arrangement despite being in a middle of a quarrel.

Tags: Omegaverse, forced bonding, forced marriage, sorta angst, slow burn, sorta reversible but I am for top!Tadashi so maybe no explicit smut with bottom Tada in the future

Read: AO3 || 1 2 3 4 4.5 4.6 4.7 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Tadashi wakes up to a sweet familiar scent. When he opens his eyes, he sees Ainosuke sleeping beside him. It gives his heart a kick when he realizes their faces were close. He tried to rise but he couldn’t. The younger man’s arm is splayed over his chest. The weight was preventing him from moving.  He lays back down and stares at Ainosuke’s sleeping face. He should be used to this sight by now but for some reason, he still feels weird when he looks at his sleeping face. 

 However, it was not the time to feel flustered and have butterflies in his stomach. What he did was unforgivable and negligent. What would he have done if something bad happened to Ainosuke? What an idiot he was. Talk about protecting Ainosuke-sama. How long were they out cold? When he checked his watch he feels relieved they still had 10 minutes left. 

 He pushes Ainosuke’s arm away. As he sits up, Ainosuke’s suit jacket that covers him slips on his shoulder. Tadashi hasn’t noticed it but now he has.  The realization that his master was the one who must have carried him to the bed and covered him with the suit filled him with shame.

To fend off the feeling, Tadashi roams his eyes inside the room to search for Yuki but he was nowhere to be found. The room was quiet so for sure he wasn’t inside the bathroom. He shifts his eyes to Ainosuke’s figure on the bed and frowns. 

 He wasn’t expecting that the two of them would be alone. He wasn’t expecting him to do what he had done and it fills him with a pang of warmth that was hard to ignore. It blooms amidst the shame that he felt earlier and it's making him feel an itch in his insides. A soft blush color his cheeks. Tadashi bites his lip and does the unthinkable: he reaches out to gently run his fingers on Ainosuke's soft hair and kisses him on the mouth. Coldness seeped through him as he withdrew. He knows that he shouldn’t be doing this but he just couldn’t resist. 

 It was now time to go. Tadashi stands up. He fixes himself and carries Ainosuke out of the hotel room.

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 As though there was no alpha attack whatsoever, Ainosuke continued to go out and meet people. In one of his night outs, Ainosuke got introduced to a woman. She was a pretty, tall girl with a nice figure. After several meetups, they started seeing each other continuously. Sometimes, Ainosuke would meet Yuki but lately, he was always hanging out with her. Tadashi didn't know whether he sleeps with her or not. He just knows that Ainosuke must feel comfortable with her to visit her all the time.

 As time passed, Tadashi noticed that the woman was becoming interested in him. Whenever there was an opportunity, she would try to strike up a conversation with him. There were also times when she would just unnecessarily stick close to him which made him uncomfortable. But work was work. It wasn’t always free of trouble. 

 He makes his way to their room and knocks.

 “It’s me, Kikuchi."

 The door opens. He hears the lilt in the woman’s voice as she tells Ainosuke  Tadashi was already there to pick him up. 

 “Come in Kikuchi-san.”

 He comes in and notices that Ainosuke was already preparing to go. He bows his head in greeting.  Just like usual, the woman strikes up a conversation with him. He gave short answers to her questions enough to show interest. This response was effective. The woman looked happy. She leans in to whisper something, bringing with her the thick smell of perfume that reminded him of the color lime green. 

 “I like you." The woman's voice felt hot in Tadashi's ear. 

 “Call me.” She put her calling card in Tadashi's breast pocket. Tadashi did not know how to react. He was always at a loss when it came to things like this. When the woman leaned in for a kiss on the cheek, Ainosuke pulled the woman off of him in time. 

 “Let’s go Tadashi.” Ainosuke states and practically pushes Tadashi out of the room.

Tadashi bows at the woman and excuses himself.

 As they walked to the car. Ainosuke stops and pulls the calling card out of Tadashi pocket. He tears the paper into pieces. 

 "Do you always have people come on to you like this?"

 "Not often."

 "Not often or you just don't realize it?"

 Tadashi swallows a lump in his throat and looks away. The two silently walked to the car.

 As they drove, Ainosuke was still in a bad mood. What was the matter? Did something happen? Was he unsatisfied with this one too? Tadashi didn’t know. He had no idea what comes into Ainosuke’s mind when he meets up with people like this. Tadashi is always conscientious enough to remind him about the danger of being out and about. Thank goodness nothing happened so far. There was no news of alpha attacks. It may be because the government implemented stricter laws on these drugs and investigation was going in the positive direction. 

 That was a relief. At least there is a positive development. Tadashi knows that he shouldn't be complacent though. The grand party was coming. Who knows what was in store for them. 

 He steals a glance at Ainosuke and ends up accidentally meeting his eyes. He immediately look away. Truthfully things were awkward between the two of them ever since Tadashi was given the task to make sure Ainosuke would choose a marriage candidate. Despite the awkwardness, they still continued to sleep beside each other. Tadashi makes it a point to go inside the room after Ainosuke tucks himself in bed. But Ainosuke waits patiently for him. Even if he was mad at him he still waited patiently. He still listens to Tadashi telling him the things he likes about him and purrs like a cat when the secretary gives him his back rubs. Some people would say this is a weird arrangement. They are neither lovers nor friends after all. The only thing that makes this all possible is their bond.

 He can't sleep without Ainosuke anymore. For sure it was also the same for Ainosuke. 

 Despite this, Tadashi still continues to hand him the list of marriage candidates. Tadashi knows his actions may seem heartless and insensitive but he thinks it is all for the best. Ainosuke didn't get angry anymore, he just immediately threw it out. Because of his master's refusal to even look into the list, there were times Tadashi had to lie.

 Time was running out. Tadashi knows this. He thinks about what the doctor asked about Ainosuke's reaction towards him when he was attacked. He clenched his hand on the steering wheel and  caught sight of the reddish marks on his hand. Those marks were a reminder that sooner or later, he has to make a difficult choice. He had a feeling that the doctor was already suspicious of him. He might have already talked about it with Ainosuke. What would he do if he was forced to leave before he made sure Ainosuke was secured?

 Tadashi didn’t know why he was still doing this. He remembers he was giddy when he heard Ainosuke was coming back. He was somehow happy as well despite the fact that he should not. A lot has changed between them. Years have gone by since they last saw each other. He isn't the Tadashi Ainosuke used to know nor Ainosuke was the Ainosuke of Tadashi's past. He was no longer the boy he loved and adored. 

 They make a turn on the road. Tadashi sighs and continues to drive. He thinks that maybe he should go home for the day. When they arrived at the mansion, he tells Ainosuke that he needs to go back to his own apartment. He has to go to the doctor for his monthly check-up and to take a break but he doesn't tell him this.

 Ainosukes just glares at him. Tadashi looks down at his feet but rather than hear Ainosuke's footsteps walking away, he feels a tug instead. 

 “Young master!” It was a plea. It confuses Tadashi at first. But when he finally hears the gasps from the maids as Ainosuke drags him inside the house, he fills chills run down his spine. What if the madams heard about this? Just the thought of it makes him feel cold all over. When they take a turn towards his bedroom, he pulls his hand away. 

 “Ainosuke-sama,” he tries to wrench out his hand but Ainosuke won’t let him go. Heart hammering in his chest. He tries again, “Ainosuke-sama!” this time with a raised voice. 

 “Please let me go.”

 “If I don’t? You’re just a dog aren’t you? If I say you’re not going somewhere then you're not going anywhere.”

 Tadashi trembles. He goes quiet as the strength in Ainosuke tightens around his wrist.

 “What’s with the look?” Ainosuke lifts Tadashi’s pale face. 

 “Are you scared of me? But you easily agree to what  my old man tells you to do?”

 Things left forgotten begin to rise to the surface. Tadashi's breathing becomes labored as memories flashed in his mind. It has been a long time since he felt like this so he was completely caught off guard. The only thing that he could think about was how embarrassed he was of himself. His head hurts and he feels like vomiting. As he tries to calm himself down, he falls down on his knees. 

 Ainosuke stands there mortified at what he witnessed. Tadashi’s body trembled and he looked like he was in pain. The sight makes Ainosuke panic. He didn’t know what to do.

Ainosuke drops his hand and steps back. 

 “Tadashi?”

 When Tadashi didn’t respond he kneeled and hesitantly pulled him in his arms. Tadashi felt the warmth of Ainosuke’s arms. He smells the sweet scent and burrows his head against the younger man’s chest. As his consciousness fades, the din of Ainosuke's voice shouting for help was the only thing that filled the emptiness that engulfs him. 

—--

 For the first time in a while, Tadashi wakes up alone in his bed. He sits up and remembers what happened. Soon, Natsuno and Take enter the room. Tadashi was surprised that Take was there. Take didn't look pleased. At the sight of Tadashi, his weary face softens.

 “How do you feel?”

 Tadashi hesitates. Ainosuke comes to mind.

 “Where is Ainosuke-sama?”

 Natsuno and Take exchange worried glances.

 “He’s in his room. He gave you permission to leave. That’s why Sato-san is here.”

 Tadashi fiddles with his hand. 

 “Let’s go home? You haven’t been going to the hospital haven’t you?”

 Tadashi held his own hand. 

 “There was no time lately.”

 He was planning to go home for a check up but it is impossible now.

“Natsuno-san, please tell your master that Tadashi is going to have a 3 day break. I’ll bring him to the doctor.

 “You haven't been sleeping well haven’t you?”

 “Take... I’ll … I’ll take a break after the banquet."

The banquet will be held two weeks from now. All he needs to do is endure for a bit. The stress makes him feel odd at times. He knows he shouldn't drink too much medicine but he feels he needs to especially since he sleeps with Ainosuke. Who knows what will happen if he doesn't? He was afraid of losing control just like he did when Ainosuke was attacked and that time he stole a kiss from him.

 Seeing Tadashi clearly has made up his mind, Take can only sigh. He reaches out to hold his hand. 

 ”But I’ll take you home for today okay?” Tadashi steals a glance at Natsuno. Natsuno nods in ascent.

 The nod meant that he should go home for now and that Ainosuke has allowed him to do so but Tadashi remains contemplative. He remembers Ainosuke's desperate grip on his wrist when he said he didn't want him to go. Even though things were difficult between the two of them, he can't just abandon him. Not now that it seems he needs him. Tadashi doesn't have any idea why this was so. Ainosuke was clearly angry at him for giving him that document.

 “I’ll just stay here. I’m fine. Maybe I'm just tired earlier.”

 Tadashi didn’t want to inconvenience Ainosuke any more than he already has. It was bad enough that he remembered what he shouldn’t have remembered but it will pass. Just like it always does. 

 “I’m fine. You should go home.” He holds Take’s hand.

 “Tadashi... Ah... I give up.

 "You better take a break after the banquet, okay?”

 “I will.”

 Natsuno led Take out of the room. When the two of them were out of sight, Tadashi laid back down and closed his eyes. Surely after what happened Ainosuke probably won’t come back in the room. 

 At his desk, Tadashi notices that Ainosuke left his suit jacket. So he was here earlier. Feeling a sense of concern from his master, he feels safe. He remembers how gentle he held him in his arms when he was struggling to breathe. The memory makes him want to feel the warmth of his embrace again. It must be impossible now because he made him angry. Maybe it would suffice if he covered himself with Ainosuke’s suit. While he wanted it, he was hesitant. He knows he shouldn’t. 

 Instead, Tadashi drinks his medicine. He tries to sleep but the absence of Ainosuke’s scent disturbs him. He turns to look at the suit jacket and then looks away. He thinks that maybe he should go to Ainosuke. Tadashi decides on the latter. He stands up and makes his way to Ainosuke’s room. Staring at the patterns of his large door, he knocks.

 There was no answer. 

 Tadashi doesn't wait for a response, he lets himself in. The door creaks. Ainosuke's wide back comes to view as the door opens. Hearing the door click, Ainosuke gave him a sidelong glance. He circles the wine glass in his hand. 

 “I thought you went home.”

 Tadashi looked at his feet. 

 “You said you didn’t want me to.”

 Silence.

 “Are you going to sleep here? Let’s go back to my room."

 Ainosuke doesn’t respond at first. He sneers and then chuckles. He circles, walks around the room and  takes a full swig off his glass. He puts it down on the table and walks towards Tadashi. Tadashi doesn’t dare raise his eyes. 

 “Tadashi, don't ever forget your place in this house. A dog doesn’t have an opinion.”

 “Yes, Ainosuke-sama.”

 This exchange was something Tadashi was expecting of course. But somehow he still hopes Ainosuke could at least be gentle. Seconds passed by. Ainosuke didn’t move. He was still there standing in front of Tadashi. Tadashi was beginning to wonder what he was up to. Suddenly, Ainosuke placed his hand on Tadashi’s chest. The clothes wrinkled in his grasp. When he tightens his grip, Tadashi hears sirens. Wanting to see Ainosuke’s face, Tadashi looks up and sees Ainosuke’s eyes staring directly at him. 

 “How do you feel?”

 Tadashi swallows the hesitation back. 

 “I feel fine.”

 “Good. You can go back and rest. I’ll sleep here for today. It’s been a long time since I slept alone.”

 “But..”

 “You can go, Tadashi. I want to be alone.

 "What's with that kicked puppy look?"

 Tadashi grabs him by the wrist and drags him to the door.

 "Hey!"

 "You told me to stay and I did. 

 "You told me to act like before when it's just the two of us and I'm…"

 His words were cut off by a pull. Ainosuke hugged him from the back.

 "You can be so bold sometimes it's infuriating. 

 "I'll go back if you kiss me."

 Tadashi looks over his shoulder.

 "You can't do it, can you? Now please leave me..."

 Ainosuke was caught off guard by a sudden pull. He feels a soft peck on his cheek.

 "Would that suffice?"

 Ainosuke blinks.

 "Of course not." He lifts Tadashi's face up and kisses him on the mouth.

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Our lockdown reading list: 5 travel books to keep you inspired

As the UK joins other countries around the world by entering its second national lockdown later this week, SLH’s Digital Image & Content Executive, Chloe Frost-Smith, shares her favourite travel-inspired books so that you can still let your imagination wander to warmer places.

The Riviera Set, Mary S. Lovell

Following the star-studded life and loves of American actress Maxine Elliott, whose rather outrageous Château de l’Horizon near Cannes became the stylish centre of early 20th century high society escapades from partying to painting, The Riviera Set is a wonderfully nostalgic portrait of the Côte d’Azur. Bask in the Mediterranean sunshine from the comfort of your own home, while getting to know the likes of Winston Churchill and the Windsors in a more leisurely, laid-back setting as they gamble away their fortunes in the Monte Carlo casino, or on the racehorses of Prince Aly Khan.

Bookmark: Experience the art deco glamour in modern day Saint-Tropez at Hôtel Lou Pinet, a vintage-inspired art-filled haven away from the crowds but close to the best beaches.

Queen of the Desert: The Extraordinary Life of Gertrude Bell, Georgina Howell

There are few people in history who would have a curriculum vitae quite like Gertrude Bell’s – an Oxford University graduate who was fluent in Arabic and Persian, an archaeologist, poet, photographer, diplomat, cartographer and nation builder, Bell became the architect of the independent kingdom of Iraq in 1921. From the British embassies of Tehran and Cairo, to the remote dunes and Bedouin tribesmen of Palestine and Syria, this impeccably researched biopic transports readers on a historical journey through the Middle East and the reinvention of Mesopotamia. Adapted for the screen in 2015, Nicole Kidman saunters through a slow-paced series of sensationally shot desert scenes alongside Robert Pattinson (as T.E. Lawrence), Damian Lewis and James Franco. It’s worth a watch purely for Kidman’s period costumes and the wanderlust-worthy setting, most of which was filmed in Morocco.

Bookmark: Living up to its Arabic translation as the ‘House of Dreams’, Dar Ahlam is a terracotta-coloured traditional Kasbah on the fringes of the Sahara Desert, where a world of wilderness awaits – sleep under the stars in a luxury tent after travelling more than 1,000km of desert routes by camel or on the back of an Arabian stallion, or sit beside the shores of Ouarzazate Lake beneath a private tent with a personally prepared picnic spread.

Sea and Sardinia, D.H. Lawrence

For a man who supposedly didn’t “care for islands”, Lawrence’s fleeting visit to Sardinia in 1921 while living in exile on Sicily from England might just prove otherwise. Behind his sometimes disgruntled descriptions lies an admiration for the “strange and rather wonderful” Cagliari, which I was fortunate enough to visit myself in September this year. Acting as a foil for the narrator, Lawrence’s wife Frieda (who is fabulously referred to as “Queen Bee”) accompanies him on the trip and falls in love with Sardinia, a place quite unlike Italy or anywhere else for that matter, with a patchwork history belonging to the Romans, Carthaginians, and the Saracens.

Bookmark: Just an hour’s drive from Cagliari, the island’s capital, lies La Villa del Re – an exclusive adults-only resort with a private beach and sea-facing infinity pool. Read about Chloe’s visit here.

Under the Tuscan Sun, Frances Mayes

I was enamoured with everything about Tuscany long before reading Under the Tuscan Sun, following a childhood visit filled with cypress-lined horse riding trails through fragrant forests and over rolling hills, but the memories came flooding back when I picked up Mayes’ long celebrated novel for the first time. A passionately written memoir of her life in the Tuscan countryside spent restoring Bramasole, an abandoned villa with faded frescoes and its own vineyard, Mayes gives readers a true taste of rural Tuscany – including dozens of seasonal recipes, all made using ingredients from her garden or the vibrant local markets.

Bookmark: A grand estate huddled amidst the green hills on the Umbrian-Tuscan border, rooms at Castello di Reschio come courtesy of nine bespoke farmhouses dotted across a 1,500-hectare landscape. Feast on locally-inspired dishes at the Alle Scuderie restaurant, which prides itself on using homemade produce – including honey, olive oil, pasta, and wine, to the sound of Andalusian horses cantering by. 

Bitter Lemons of Cyprus, Lawrence Durrell

An autobiographical account of his time in Cyprus, Lawrence Durrell navigates the turbulence of the Enosis movement during the 1950s for freedom of the island from British colonial rule with poetic artistry, moving from a light-hearted beginning of colourful local characters towards a darker, deeper reflection on imperialism. Step into a poignant memoir of idyllic island life, with beautifully described clifftop villages, Mediterranean trees, flowers, and beaches, and all the natural beauty of this heady landscape. Get to know his eccentric family and the picturesque corners of the island’s coast on screen in ITV’s The Durrells, which concluded with a fourth and final season last year.

Bookmark: Modelled on a traditional Cypriot village, Columbia Beach Resort sits on a vast beach surrounded by impressive white cliffs overlooking the Mediterranean Sea – while Londa Beach Hotel weaves authentic touches like local antiques and Cypriot lace on the bed linen into its hip interiors.

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