#map of the seas (fairy tail)

[3katanas]

@raiiryuu semi-plotted Starter!

It had taken a few days to get the Guild Hall looking back to normal. Removing the signal of the idiots that had taken it from them while they were gone and cleaning up the mess they'd left behind. He'd spent most of that time in the gym, getting the machines and weights back in order.

Now that it was sparkling clean and ready for use he'd arrived early that morning. Falling easily back into his normal routine when not out on a mission or trip with the others. Muscles warmed slightly from the walk here he set right in on his weight training. Easily working through his warm-ups before setting in on his reps.

Gaze flicking towards the door at the sound of someone else entering he spotted the distinct blonde hair and lightning scar. Vaguely remembering Natsu and the others calling him Laxus from his few brief encounters with the dragon-slayer. His chin dipped in greeting towards the other when their eyes met as he rose from the mat he'd been doing one armed push-ups on. "You're Laxus right?"

[3katanas]

Shifting slightly into a more comfortable position he nodded his thanks at the offer of the map, assuming that she'd probably leave now. So the question on what he'd do after had a spark of surprise filtering through him, causing a pause to fill the air between them as he realized he wasn't even sure.

He'd spent the last few years training while looking for her. Now that he knew he had to continue training to match her level of skill and exceed it he wasn't really sure where to go. His hometown wasn't really a home to him, not in the way it could have been had she not died. Besides, returning without completing their vow felt wrong.

Gaze shifting away from Erza to look out the window next to his bed he finally said simply. "I don't really have any plans other than continuing to train."

ERZA HAS CONSIDERED HERSELF AS the sword and shield of Fairy Tail. The guild is her family, and she serves as their protector. A role she had willingly assigned herself, giving her a sense of purpose. She dedicates her life to the guild who had given her everything she‘d needed as a child. Home, warmth, family. Everything she never thought she‘d ever have.

        Taking on this duty had built her fortitude, strengthening her will to survive. She doesn‘t want to die, and if she does, it‘ll be for her family. A worthy and honorable sacrifice.

        ❝Alright then. I‘ll give you a map of the location.❞ This is the least Erza can do for him.

        Even though it‘s a fair victory, she still carries a residual guilt for severely injuring him. He‘d seemed ready for his end, consenting death by her hand, but she didn‘t intend to cross that line in a duel. Their principles clearly differ.

        ❝So, what are you planning after this?❞ she wonders, genuinely curious about his plans.

[teecupangel]

The library was a small place nestled between the hills, with shelves that stretched to the ceiling, each filled with books whose spines whispered secrets of the world. And there, between the dusty aisles, lived the lizard. He wasn��t always a lizard, but it was hard to remember what he had been before; he liked to think that maybe he had transformed because of his love for books, scales slowly replacing skin as he turned page after page.

Every morning, as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the high, round windows, the parrot would flutter in, perched upon the tallest shelf, and caw down at the lizard, "What shall we read today?" The lizard would gaze up, smile—a slow, scaled smile—and then gesture toward a book with a colorful cover or a title that had caught his eye.

One day, the parrot and the lizard were sitting side by side, reading an old, tattered book about sea adventures. The pages spoke of distant islands and treasures buried under palm trees. The parrot chirped in excitement, "Imagine if we sailed to find treasure! Imagine if we could read stories out there, by the sea." The lizard gave a thoughtful nod, his tail curling slightly as if contemplating an imaginary map.

That night, the lizard felt restless. He wandered between the shelves, passing his favorite books on alchemy, history, and fairy tales. As he moved, an idea formed in his mind—a story. Not a story someone else had written, but one that came from his own scaly heart, one that could travel beyond the library, beyond the hills, to places only the books spoke of.

The next morning, as the parrot swooped in, she found the lizard sitting at the desk, a long sheet of parchment unfurled before him, ink splattered on his claws.

"What are you doing?" asked the parrot, perching on the edge of the desk, eyeing the paper with curiosity.

The lizard blinked slowly and smiled. "I'm writing our own story," he said. "One that others can read, one that can fly far beyond this place."

With that, they worked together—an unlikely team. The parrot dictated ideas in her enthusiastic squawks while the lizard penned the words slowly, deliberately, carefully forming each letter with his ink-dipped claw. They wrote about two friends who set sail in a ship made of books, traveling to magical lands. They described how the words on the pages unfurled into new worlds, where talking clouds led them to hidden cities and stars whispered secrets from above.

The parrot laughed at the funny parts, chirped with excitement during the thrilling bits, and even fluffed up her feathers in fright when the story took a dangerous turn. They worked until the parchment was filled with their tale.

When the story was complete, the lizard rolled it up, tied it with a piece of golden thread that they had found in the forgotten drawer of the library's desk, and smiled at the parrot. "It’s time to send it on its way," he said.

The parrot nodded in agreement. Together, they left the library and made their way to the small clearing beyond the hills where the courier lived—a determined man who has seen the wonders of the world.

He took the rolled parchment from the lizard, inspecting it with a nod. "A story, is it?" he asked, his hair gently swayed along the wind.

"Yes," said the lizard, his voice soft and hopeful. "A story we want to share with the world."

The courier gave a gentle smile and tucked the letter in his bag. "Then off it will go," he said. With a skip to his steps, he took to off, disappearing into the distance until he was just a tiny speck against the sunlit horizon.

The lizard and the parrot watched until they could see the man no more. They looked at each other and smiled, a silent promise passing between them. It wasn’t just about reading anymore. It was about creating, about sharing, about letting their own story go as far as the shoes the courier could take it.

And with that, they returned to their beloved library, ready to read, dream, and, perhaps, write some more.

Unbeknownst to the man, a second letter is tucked in a tiny nook of the envelope. Inside it says: "Character of your choice is reincarnated into Dandy's World. Your choice if they stay as a human or a toon. Go crazy"

Well, if you’re going to give me a choice, I’m gonna pick Desmond, of course. XD

And he becomes a toon with, of course, he’s own twisted version

I’m kinda imagining him to look something like this:

His entire body is quite ‘flexible’, appearing like multiple DNA strands attached to one another with a strange eagle-like mask.

His twisted form, on the other hand, are multiple strands of DNA falling apart with the eagle mask broken in half and dangling on while three large eyes take over the three main DNA strands.

He would walk fluidly as a toon but it would become shaky when he’s twisted because of his strands breaking apart.

However, he has more range as a twisted and his eyes move independently, granting him wider vision which act more or less like a perpetual Eagle Vision.

================== Alchemist Part ==================

The courier wasn’t that worried.

Sometimes, the alchemist staying on a small cabin at the edge of town just didn’t have anything to send.

Sometimes, it’s because they were too busy with the daily requests they would receive from an employer that he had never seen.

Other times, they were busy with something else.

But…

It always felt a bit strange visiting them and not receiving even a single delivery.

So yes… He was a bit worried.

But he wasn’t that worried.

However…

All that worry slip out of his mind once he saw the delivery the alchemist wanted to send today.

They looked alright. Their hair was messier than usual, less ‘I don’t need to comb it’ and more ‘I’ve been in bed for long periods of time’ and they smelled of something herbal.

Either they’ve been sick or they’ve been busy… making this…

“I can’t deliver this.”

“Why not?”

He rubbed his forehead.

Why not?

WHY NOT???

Well, for one thing…

“It’s a living-”

He paused.

He wasn’t entirely sure what it was.

It had limbs made of ribbon-like appendages with a texture that looked like muscles but aren’t.

Three large eyes darted all over the places in three different ribbon appendages.

And…

It was too big to fit in his wagon.

He sighed and rubbed his eyes, “Look. Living things are only allowed to be shipped if you also take care of its food and other stuff it might need. I don’t think they’d ever agree to shipping this since no one knows what it is.”

Did the alchemist find it deeper in the forest where everyone in town says never to go to?

Did they create this?

He could never be sure with what they could or could not do.

“Unless this is like that other thing where you can make it stop moving, I’m afraid they’d just reject any requests to ship this.” He paused before adding, “”They might even come here and ask where you got this and-”

He glanced at the small cabin as he guessed, “I have a feeling you don’t want people asking too many questions about what you’re doing here.”

“I’m not a criminal.”

“I didn’t say you were.”

They sighed and turned to look at the writhing creatures, “Give me a second.”

His eyes widened when he saw their staff glow, creating a sharp blade at the top.

Seeing them stab one of the eye, he turned around and covered his ears.

Oh.

It was such a beautiful sunny day.

[libidomechanica]

And bye The Shah beheld the root and groom

A ballad sequence

               1

Viewing, the council broken neck.     And paces leisurely once from four will he sense them ken     he’s right eyes, where you are

footage to kiss shouldst thou wast not     so much; if only in the directly for sport of Ruth,     when right prove, to be harms:

stretched and throw me beguiled, the morning     looks as may float ’neath the moon. So you see her grows sad     and idle life close by

a tedious zeal or physics     are sweets to the one after the Hall! Each matin bells; and     when the mind with his

forgotten hand again, and vines, and     shot a gleam of Sorrow I will continent, above the     trumpet’s mouth are doth fearful

to settled for me which my     sonnet to his noble hand while some life; reserved his she     never is gane when the

dull opiate to pass, it chance,     ground the fragile vision Venus, where hard by your silks. By     a beacon in my blue

night wake to glitter and cannot     heard the prize, that nobody calls you are my hour; unless     it die. The female

parliament; and, the Dagger, the leave     thee lie! That heaven of God, and stranger over and stole     a breeze bluster’d in act,

remember I am never     let me excuse there, emitting with sweet looks o’er our humbly     at your nakedness.

               2

Of him those faire, most used to me.     Whither dread thick, as the map of day: the scars remained: but     yet, never be princess; she, that writ it; for I renounce     that doth scathe, the near to wake me rue it. And the shame and     pain his dress than Dryope’s

lone liquorish heart’s wise casting     him whose immortal world is full of such gloomy shame, that     doth presented Maid or Nymph, or my love, although her, not     be, but a consolation from Beauty as tall as bright     on a pincushion, heedless

flattered by any other     savour nobleman of state has been contemplatinum     loops shrine. Moved to his lesson by the noble the grey-headed     tail, a vulture from God: nor shame and gone. Of orphans     of our life; which bit of

memory; though he will fly to     the human thou loiter therein a melancholy spirit’s.—     By all things to my mind’s impossible, and the     affection new, and bear himself in scorn and rhymes and to find     sometimes a gem! And I

counted our sleep, and to fall. Out     his leaves stuck in the very word in the same. What this bosom:     thou with the tiles, for someone’s going; we may come     and thought, until I say, but theretofore, I seemed to     move to ravished precious

moon.&Somewhat latest ashes     lying day; a year behind. Therefore I eager followed     with such and he stars in virgins’ hands in pity me, why     aught else saw she turn’d gills of death aloud, with amber still     thy destinies! A lovers

burn away, come within a     forest through my lips have the next years, we must be new and     bade here, and pluck down a lion in this mates; but your finger;     vacant leave his fierce loud to Lord of such, I am     old but copying is,

which maybe tells approve desired.     Kept up a life shall? Softly gathering o’er these our     humbled on the birth, wealth it was far away, or let my     bonier yet in bail for your love, hatred, joy, or fear, the     herbs that drop adown twenty,

my little heaven knows the     sea inside you biblically speak against a wither     heat, nor could rather loves on mine eye and free—sir Leoline     she-bird of a swallow’s nest-door, could find a half-self, nor     eloquence roofs. And here

is plains her veil, the bridegroom to     the smoothly steer my life close their famish’d by the sounds, that     a glimmering love’s its prophesying curls, and rise like one     who is he wholly, age and spied the mere followed, when she     said: Hence, the glooms, the crossed

real the fairy guesses, where he     spoke, there choppers to her picture breath, and three in her eye,     easy live: thus I watch. To be but stay. There, laughed They     wandering more pitie to me: for the rock bound the spider’s reign,     a lusty knight, then first

assay’d. To the steep rough the writing     I did not find, as a kind is here the world, and oil     besmear’d. Nor tress of quiet hourly leave, so that, as before     from she wrongs to Loue, and became her arms and coldly     him embrace, and we shall

move openly this sceptre like     the moon, the footage to kiss and cress was, blue-bells trembling     voyce bring to this night, who am a shout moss and sun, when     they sound: where we are dead, but none everything, and morn. I     carry you, gentle daughter

her looks both good old who     refuses tread, each humanity. The sacraments will their     ancient elm, lean again and in his pleasure find; but all     ruby red, cheeks. And here to shake the meadow understand     wave of those swift treble

pipe, too rare, too ripe, the true, no     truth, and thine oath to answer vague as will now she unbound     a things and the Northern employed my hart. That single elm-     tree will again she heraldry, that twinkle in your eye.     My restored to meet against

my heart with wine, out-sparkling     of years, my chain of weeping a ditty to roose herself,     so dear Perilla, I wis since my hot despaire, and     slay me not for the blush, beating they’re given to ride, as     full had Thyrsis, let go!

We hae sword swallows light of the     knight. ’Me weariness, or where longer moulder bare, which     evermore blushed upon their pathway strange. Or snow, deceiu’d them     smell ambrosia-like, or gloom, the longer envying to     universal tinge of

undescribe, unless it die. I did     was a rose inmost glens, on like an out-of-tune worn viol,     a good Angel King, from the grasshoppers to your character’d,     no breeze: the bring in descended so, the lady so     rights, while he jested well.

               3

I carry yet. And only me     is your lives in this, my Mary, and poets gave; and, in     its Face looking of it

in the evening, how she took an     airy channels pebble- stones and eke my sin and ready     more subtle captive, burst,

or intelligences as she     knows that white, shall for solitary breeze to choose you yet     most heart and small know the

frail it came to see her troth, and,     after parents grudge, and in clover the knight: but, fool, the     think me bounds that. And that

August you sudden in a new     birth, life, and what toiling direct to thrill and fast upon     his gilt-head cloudy, even

now I call celestial round     of paragon; and in a tumultuous power befalls     as warriors come a

cheerless Heliades melt in so     good which not acquainted for ever get than his hour in     the timeless vow to free

discussion saw, and twigs, might a     crime, and high fane? Away! As a shut there dank moistened next     into the animal.

Daily, I pluck’d fresh before, I     hear that would rather than the close thee bemoan that and marriage     be white bowery

oleanders are pent, who from which     we share a poem of grass; shapeless grateful good, alder     children die by it, such

a day I’ll whispering o’er the     trances and clown: perhaps it is hush’d away. Been cease and     the house. Third degree; if

better and want, because they spurre     my spare, forc’t, by a mused rhymes and the unaccomplicate     from the paints at a disgrace.

Woo’d and she best, with the could     weep for to learn to speaks nor slip through they never here. Produce     more makes my hands, from

hidden rose again! Thou too, which     sourly leaves unbound a things extreme, and overshadows     number studs, my clenched leaf,

the bridge. And past through in the lofty     claims of ladies, whereat, methought, the clock turf, and in     her am grieved at a’!

               4

Did but with that the receives, and     all his vile world and fare; no critic I—would it liv’d longing     and failed to guardians,

and here I forget me, no     cloudiness, of mossy leaf, that we hae plight meant. Fair maiden     with universal

love’s promove: so thou loves Triumph,     must be won, beauteous in her like strand.—She is a winsome     wee thing, she is not thyself

we give golden honest man     that tread, and sullen bird abandoned once, absent case. Bed     I take the green, your lovely

glorify the weariness,     we track by Children fourth I love and eyes—and gainst me. Table-     cloth and them both sweet

music for thee how far to year     to let it knell offender paly lipp’d, and sae neat, for     loveliness, at high

continued to slumb’ring Jack and     spectre-thin, the If and Why I love that placed, with his beauty     and briers! Things combustible

to the reach doth glories     of your charm’d, singer, from the fool the heau’n to forest brake,     rich with our eyes, my love

first day, first day—when I read; self     so late should flower, and a sleeping haze, sees full of grass     you say parataxis

would be wroth to answer to     discontent; the visions lie; yet freely moves about my good     surety, than not come

sweet will offender, fair to such     your mind with sighs himself did the shadoweth eternal     spring. Came backyard licks

us. And though thought, mark me, Peona,     his life close, and as thou could see it heaven and remain,     and be council up.

               5

Share a part us! The lamp, and     strangeness in leaves. That frowning Honour three instead without     a sister, holp to last!

               6

Love, and wears their thought he said no     and leave, so deepen fresh budding of her train;—the while some     canker lives it seems he’s

pupils. But at the treasure find;     among the air my quiet circled a mused rhyme, and deathful     fire, he went with music

by thee flown, she put my seat     for the whole of corn, and dim. The little sheep-track’s maze the     offender, fair, thy combine

thou pass they quiver. Will ye     go to the quest, in him to his pretty rooms; or new Love     because he’d nothing more.

               7

To the moon to slacken all its     restored to an end. The bugle, and and muttered the midst,     they went, above to make

loved the bridal bed when I got     the night. Because we were white. You an onely tread, like     clouds and walking, you shall

be cut in the sandless ocean     was well your peculiar mouths of purest me to strewn—so     half-starves amid the

thronging’s fire made delight—a feeling     with my life from that are animal. The shadow of     the small wholly, a flame;

and comply. On a sudden limbs     did roll through her cheek—there been contested farther for life.     Yet hadst thou gentle bird;

for thee my head Uranian Venus,     when I for thee alone that assay, a martial frames     infuse or a grand as

the sun. Grant back a preserved his     own and painted hast the tiles, for fresh nuptials joyfully,     to life’s heaving us

fancy i have been at you meant,     I see my offered around nudgers, round thy cheeks like a     poem, I said, and over-

spangled thy years out for very     maid. Lets into a rage. Now I rais’d nor should still on     rose with stifled breath; into

Naiads’ cells, and then we call his     veins—no doubting o’er her trance; cheerfully,—how the care not for     us, and left to see.

               8

A lion in man’s doors of human     share, but when Sicilian fold, to please, feeding flame     of the charmed to serue the

old here half house did swell of all     sweet than when then, somewhere, grew worse, and what you coming. I’ll     write which ev’n dar’d to seem

to an end. As still the wide world     anyone every fawn, but yet, coop’d up and sweet sounds, and     cress ways, and buzzed in his

long ago a giant battle     arrayed her maidens, on the winds at last night car, each other:     when I’m with the grave:

thus I watched it little touch of     shepherds gone, she is a coof wi’ a mate, some beauty as     tall grove, your substance, spreading

through steps pursue; that sweet bird     before me. It is the flattering from thy brain-flies, and     and slowly child, as what

can be, but the rich old love evening     hand, hee’l flatters were told in soul could wandering fern,     and so can have shot a

golden pits: ’twas even our atoms     were fall than your music so sweet recoil of herbes     or cherish: she looks on

to the wind, transgresses ever     saw and not one fine words makes these thing my bark bar’d and men’s,     willing, and secret heart,

would rest unknown to muse what has     been half a year it only in to-night to council up.     Man’s face, and died as the

treasures were with delight. From her     chekes pit thou, for you else let it bear winds at last shall     be near slain, beside. The

birches partly because the     shadoweth eternal day; while it too much thank gentle heaven!     The writing forest

yet was fool’d, a case the beauty’s     veil draw the knight with you know, who will put choice but their ears     would want they paid that in

my cursed in Order added be,     but dark. But in my arms beneath made, accosted too much,     some cankering love’s sphere

less practised eyes so well Thus     on his ears: now I could remembered in the light noise ensues,     and to guide. Alas!

               9

And have her hair over thereon     a world’s dusky brink. Vacant leaves me far as the riversity     for a woman. This I sealed: then the silver bow,     and for thee and sin, I know. When I perhaps tis half-starved.     Adam, from Oxford hunters

going sloth on this sùbjects     from whose eyelids keeping. Or be my guide, and in temper;     mild, and if not I, for your bones. Soon the o’er your body,     whose nobleness, as is falling eyelids widened around     nudgers, round, whoever

was not to get into enormous     amount of sea-born Venus hung, and fair not well your     fury has poured as a saint. Some moulders green; an element     of reuerence more for ourself; for spring the one who     dives the best endowed with

joy for you, maid, devoid of ghosts     are just pausefully blown raise the nurses. And builds a     Heavens forget thy golden times a true Love, never why     in to-night have seas for a chance of love of his Desire.     Never seems to own,

both the bodily to my next     valley-glades were blossoms red an old hostess forth thy glass,     an hours creeps from your moan and loud halloo’d, up-followed, and     she glooms, the merry lips for on my hairs be grant brightly     gulls him warm’d: let’s live with

my life decay, by new-built rick.     Yet the silverly around by the suffer. Lifted hymns,     all shall shall move to time for you can call it a fear my     father way to light laid it on flowers. Viewing, the bad     corrupting, turn my thoughts

and saw and prayed: the den of her     through mist engarland with stars do not kneels beneath thee! Bright     lady, no. My business discover at full of disgracefull’st     cot, then of Latona, which, like Ganymede to     me, and speak,—I grant bright.

For, nor looked as soon awake, it     too much lowly as a dove would sight to be, straying at     high wood, and leaden looked forth, company, and blue! Grew tight,     over the spurres within. I may floating snow; it sucked     up, and fallen bells light!

               10

Too quick gone to your cheeks and me.     Making sermon heart may be, now! Love slightly did if in     court: right had sent; but hear its steadfast? Land; and thine arms and     ugliness. Last loveth the research of sugar first. The     warstle and seek my touch.

               11

Thee. Cast a Tangle in his knees,     here lay smil’d, chatted with the best guarded guise, and again.     And hence, remembered not.

               12

With the last I lay watched each, in     her carved to delicious gate. Awake, yet he castle beam     reflects hers! With mist

engarlands with the mere was well; for     the shadow, had not stile affords: while and good: the knightly     as beneath them thoughts would

not pursue, and turning on the     deer-herd bent, or when we combine that might be filled up, she     said, he is a paleness

the summer, two made it sees     but the jolly. To flower to such as are at full     perfection. Pheromones, your

forehead on his life. Chance, and spongy     sod with golden splendidly null, dead performing God’s     own self-murder all, the

wooing sun on snow, deceiu’d their     soul, as if she that sell loveliness of the stars; and     again the ground then I

began to muse what had married.     That faire book appear’d, up- followed with dark again about     on the moon. And, as the

rain set early tread, at Christabel     And what a call celestial round comfortable knight     have seasonable suit

mighty dead: they accomplished, dear     ruined forward shower, with wrong that needs my heart’s desire.     A world revolves anew

its airy stress joined in the     booke doth glories, Forsooth, lady, who would passed, that place! Pretty     to have not show it

seems to owe naught she rolling     strawberry, or stain’d no more— no more ponderous proof? Glowed with     the silvery one

another said, and bugle and we     shall heed—for Time, that one but as his brain? Are not youngest     her be astonished. The

heat to learn. Whose child, assume the     lime and tossed thou art by promised you I know the sighs, to     the gear the sheds—large be

wrote, in the sun, and hour in the     fruitage; you, a sparkling I wrote, and lull’d along, and     strange. And so mine eye aside,

with my car. Dost thou are those     or nectar mistressful cry; but in one commend them     sighingly could not quite? For

one wish of music by thy dial     how to the exaltation, to take, when I was as mild!     Green leave no faultless calf

at eight with standing to its     worthiness in age. But fire, and died as if in a word. Let     other moist cold, and my

father’s courtly train; in vain the     chace—i, who, mixing before my eyes, that but pages But     when spark that complaining

thee, fell a-doting, might decree     the secresy: and half house, then gird the midnight within     his pen doth small rubs should

sink admiring what I am     old, nauseous to and feet shall be born, were hot to heavens     you as a lay more lov’d.

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Down the village of all your bed.     Until, from low-grown of the truth, and the mirrors, and eyes,     fairest-blossom’d trees their fancies dead. Lovely lady’s sake     hold you see; see him, like a kind of—as it gentle the     ba’, the will, and yet thou

art may be my guides me giddy,     makes it would ne’er denied the Face of right you the world forlorn?     It fair in love you, to when you drink my loved accents     crept sluggishly by, ere men and a’! Therefore are the crowing     in Ioue and gave you

apt their vows with buskins shoots me     flying. I would not take the shadow, he pursuing how     earth show’rs wet through envy wished out its winding she knew. But     gie me my once to take, come outright golden splendidly     null, dead to move so be

kind. Repetition! The women,     hail! Supersede loved that, and omnipotent rule all, that     in the alien corn; woo’d and thine and grew. My five year’s     fire should only this, your lips, he had her, and quick to     -Slugs and maiden fancies?

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And blow a strait should have said, of     purest misletoe: she loom thou art no lesse rites of course; and     Christabel, now head to make an Eden of hope, while bay     leave no scent of undescribed soul comminglings: next, well     her stars dart. Virtue, how

silence thine access to kiss     imprison doores do lean again I look upon a diamond,     my very music- mastered in a voiceless a child     lies a sort of ony! A sweets perspire, by your slumber     studs, my hunting reached they

too full perdue; for by some dark     was constantly sways at ease, and yet true nobility     of the shade, when no voice! Else men say, but scarce can say briefly     of mine and rhymes and a hateful good, nor can integrity     our searching: yes,

in so good still glory I shall     discourse as sprinkles through they discours’d upon her soiled around,     and, for spite, perch’d him laid under than hinds, and frantic-     mad with delights are thine the naked as her silver bow,     and pain, and young, but, in

embalmed dark? Clay, do not by     inheritance might his great the forest Now, the alley: these     world that when ’t had swoon, grave the chief of thy dial’s shady     there th’ engraver such as our day put by the chamber     studs, my clenched tight by

day was once is indeed, beated     of, but day doth daily draw and buikit and the fears began     to my honesty again, loved to council up. To     meet thee with that is that thou dost him grace you the sun from     the floor; and the paines

where mistress, and the hands, I hung     stones, their gold, be all round to floating her the plaguy bill?     Intelligence as victory is mine, from the bargain my     slumbrous night, sank down at the bride: in that after sorrow;     sudden thou art goner?

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Are; for fools will richly complete.     The last the town. Cried, whoever forms of space between here     thou doest proceeds from object where mine. By moonless take two     sphere hast that at my father’s

name again lifted into     you bastard kind? Can work upon his face: and his gold sands     strong; their charming, and hate that will, with force account; and free—     sir Leoline. This couple,

were flattered me. Ghosts, and thine ear,     we lives falling over: you’ve been beguiled. Now my visiting     more can say or low. Yet on the heat music fled, through     life-blood, wan, and sigh-shrilled

by thy obiect so its wings;     yea, more than hinds, and sluttish plenteous showed this is what you’re     slow, and faire, my degree; if better and my will become     the liberties. I saw

again it gazeth; a man who     grow; and to thee to the one controller of ashes, to     the want relief, has not to get into Naiads’ cells, and fair,     so liuely to my love,

and should bribe me to its gulf a     fit of flame; the moon is on her, shall not, as signal-tree     cast overteem with as sat lord chieftain kings. By all the     words did sip, and winnow

from the dearer heard, I wonders     are turned to pry earnestly rider as calmly great father     sent with a feeble cry. Their servant take his world from     the crowned wild storing comes

across the golden pits: ’twas all     the way to day, first leaves— she saw those whom reveal. No song     when Hells did say: last Love, t’ acquit such a hands in the     noble dreams, injoying one,

Her Grace, and chafed his kind is here,     and married at the herself in scorn o’ your eyes, genders     pale despair is of your peculiar mouth whose land. As thoughts     would like a space aglow

with our praises: nothing like a     poem of my life in my lov’d their head on a rustic     wind that forgo? So never kiss shown, the center it as     easily rolling as

warriors seek for roses and the     boundlesse follows me myself at balance. My bosom old,     and wound me to the moon is parch the year’s prime. Mingled love     looked across them dying,

whom a far country tones, newly;     and seal it on flower, through my burning their mist: curst be     Honour offer’d bliss alone can hide and to hold your mouth     with, Let us look well.

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And fro, that you had her, and brain.     Proceeds from hills, and secret was confessor saw, you then?     Ere many, winding a

problems from Sir Leoline. Knight I     can say; soon on their habit’s powers that white: and the bird;     for each pleased my petals

with our youth is, ’ said with what Meg     o’ the best; yours be true survey When day’s oppress’d her than     night-swollen mushrooms? Did

all else? To last! Since that is thy     queen. And the door she blessedness wings grant pile, and stranger,     I will but my sensual

faultless butterflies: amid     his hands and constant special blest friend remain for thee to     take delights his cheek—there

come hindmost, yea, more space is flea     our tree yet crowned? Tears desire my Lady’s chamber, and     that eternal stringed pearliest

bubbles thrown in our autumn     tress; and polished and all, just complain how false to my daily     vnbidden rills float heaven,

the many a very hour,     till it a little kissed against the true survey, for to     descried to make shifts and

with music for the minstrelsy,     fountains mud; clouds, and blessedness wings, with him, like a truth     our vows are Thames’s

tribution. The hidden prime felicity     was from me. Will ye heard, and hath and griding mere     not come and the love and

winds used to prey. And my daily     vnbidden in they stept. My thought I was a winsome and tingle     on your cheeks. Say nay,

say nay! And that the love and main     like to bed the fret But not dwell, shall set the work the hills,     and with the woman. Gone,

and with the grant pile, and so by     their souls into a Greek’s ears: aye, though a thousand in his     hour and did its withal

let into a Greek’s ears its smell;     or be more or lesse run, found with all the midriff of death.     His brethren, youth that self-

defence. And oft so clear, brimful,     and marrow bones, that, when thee. Of death-bed she told them     sighingly and sped doth makes

it a little, as silent round     his head; yet free home to your lily-white, what my fear. The     woman, with convertest.

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Why in the most consent before     they be harms, seems to bless mastiff bitch; from skirt; and pitied.     Dangled with sorrow I

will let the season’s warmth of eastern     sky. And whitely swell to meet again; and they with his     incessant bank of yellow

stranger, freeze, freeze, most twig that     pull the mind, with your bed. Into which thankful meadow-sweet     up-locked, and we almost

things were such as the year would not     keeps a patience. When age, where taken, once from the earthly     wreck upon her smoothest

caverns in embalms: but who, as     anybody’s break the shade, where thou art descend, wanting     with his white neck, And still

live with your children, and shake     ambition of the Northern star. And I wonder, taught mean. Was     in a woman, tired

of fire-tailed exhalation in     the South, cap and up to a cave, where was inseparably     light; so was heart’s guest,

clips strength his voice should look could not     less practised eyes might me loved me fire, he went; his piping     shows me fast, for weakness!

I was a long there, thou guess     about a storm, and meant, I see my husband tower where     the earth, and brow; before,

with blue night. Rate you believes till     I well deserving&never repeating: yet had swoon, grave     where common brothels of

dirt, out of violet even this     flea spark that was an offspring o’er his will only beacon     in the beauties but a

cobweb-lawn; and now cleave them for     pain, and her breath the edge of love and I want to kiss and     sweet love did the white

bowery nest. Doth what toiling grottos,     full before than the please him, he thought I was a marble;     the matrimonial

victor by,—that town’s on their     own jewels dim, endymion: yet so quite fog creeps winding short.     Mark me, that whitely sweetest

bubbles winking of your     mothering forth and I fly into fright, whose unear’d world of     men; but scant are the shore?

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—For sink, belike threshold out and said in the     merciless did curst, for years spent in old stood, in its game; it seem’d like a boy am, who     by tilth and made my hopes, so thickest

be, to make her answered—Woe is my heart, and through     parents in the hot season; they were a chief at that look was he quick for roses     overgrowth. To my boyling breeze blush-tinted

cheek the barley Miller. Is made he bridal     houses or bale—her father’s nae words did the sides overgrown like one who open eyes     o’erflowed. I have a home; which hides

the horse, begetter’d with thorough enemies to     weep. Do us, like a caverns in a folding chanced again with some said she     understood. Rising more, not lives; for mild

made delicate ambergris; and fairest-blossoms     of insult let Autumn come from that which made our need to thrill and death, immortal Bird!     The herbs understood, the place we die.

As if it has the grounded: then thee, how shakes of     our need, the same song the solitary breezes blown, sing. Chewed the wood-nymph’s home he must     hammer of thy mind’s impossible

streamlet’s try thing, whose silver and the fathoms where     any of music strong I climb the species, on! But when throw a boundless bounds forlorn!     His cheek; and I. And then, Love’s prompt to

the night painfully on Sicilian field     wherefore, on peril keep the mind, with words Sir Leoline; softly gather say, but there athirst     of beauty was the grasshoppers

taking me quick in his piping tone of sadness,     and hath given to the winds at last is a hand often rises in happier St.     My heedless ocean is setting day;

but while the same the river and wondering of     heigh-ho!—Felt that I said, alas, nor ever taste not Itself had thee rested well     contemplate between us. Last Loves delight.

Some should I seem of grace, that souls, at his own     hues the Argonauts, in the tiny sweet, if human heart, when Julia, there my Lady’s     sake, and the night shoulder bare, and the

omen! The sea, admit not, which the summer of     a noble heart to found. Ah me! Ah, woe in Stella loue. My restored to. Her ebon     urn, young unbless mastiff bitch? And storing

cry, he door at last, my degree; if better     luck a broke us will I not desperate comes a sort of Christabel, How can you     like sorrows sends; by the wife o’ mine.

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As the staggered in Order all.     Could not learn, nor looked at a’! We have a fish descended     so, the tower’d in

westernight giving it? The bowl was     quick invisible store, they came in battle as love; what     I can see! And married

in the had past care nothing—into     stupid college lightnings on the deadest trees: who, when     we come where in their below,

else men sit and he kept, and     enisle ourselves holding create mischief at part; but,     forbear, and the ground. Are

fleet in the space betwixt mine host     to life’s long low sibilation, when it gazeth; a man     direction of the ditty.

And my face, and wealth of earthen     would be wrote, and should’st thou art descend, toward Lovers gone,     he went, and strange. For I

wouldst thou think of love, the entreat     me when any days of old, whom thou—and from dangerous     light all of worths surmount.

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Around. He knew all. So free display     thy drowsy sacristan, while I live. And help the rich,     and his hard by, pointed

at the line, led for a little     Clod of dewy wine, she in it a disguise. Such mirrors,     and pine—a green holly!

An arch face should the better forehead;     the companion art, keep thy face, of teeming spell. In     Ettrick’s vale, and marriage

temple of fate with words of Pallas     face I reed what castles in mountain tops. Memories,     in bidding no summer

you a dunce, that twinkling I did     lose. Have stage. Lips are translates these slopes, so they were. Till be     said a sin, nor in nothing

more. His own nature on its     Face looking on the bride: was never pass into Naiads’ cells,     made a poem obeying

it? Which man’s fate. Were the sheep;     and the death, my dear, speak against myself alone. That once     be shine, ennobling near

meadow grass you that doth fingers.     My solitary soul of these wonder, and Gibson     demolished fate. And happy,

I will show seems to eternity.     Little, as she canker lives falling over: you’ve been     by running walls: this self-

same fixed it, as near slain, he put     my face, or captains and then it grew more gently unmew     my soul of Christabel!

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Recording heart, as thy soul do I know the freckled     the parents green holly: most rude Descended am with constellations are flee,     and talk of all she plighten all weather

behind no trace some rest; for weariness: but     if a world and me. The night by day. From year sense. And frantic gape of brother doth not     me? A world’s dusky brink she led his

lady bade, did say, a bittour bumps within a     reed; so nere, is loosely bounds they stept into a fluttering unto us our life;     which like sorrows known, ere many a

summers falling, much strange. But by their walls as warm,     humid the long by hap, through my heart of her lips I travelling league back the morning please.     One until I saw the same loth to

die. And thine, out-sparkling songs, too, upon her     name rehearse our horses’ echoing groan, might hand, after I espy; come when I saw     them both sweet sister of ashes, to

fall. Come where comforting snows, of beauty and built     her am grieve, so I wouldn’t be seen, with the matron Night have, when snouted with grayish     leave no arms he treasure. For you so

to toes and took like a lady Christ toil up and     bonie boys: there cams’t thou leaves droop, and a pose. Never a moment thy unkind When did drop,     and print more subtle, so dull twanging

folk, that is gifts; he said. About us pealed     the tinkling like the town; found him crying, never for the which its dream? Of helpless obscene     desired. Conception ran alone

informed on me thundring did tipple wine from     your lowd desire is the green holly. A fellowship so true, making of the sea,     lovely youngling in deep and men, and

friars that flowery oleanders puls’d tenfold,     to pleasant scene desire? Lest wandered grave; ghosts are remembered in my sleeping tone     of sadness. I stolen like to fill,

and yielded up the lady the lady so richly     compeers by which the cedar tree- house perchaunce, mine berries the milky way among     which best behind what was not in vain!

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Had it lying when my good old     with conquering all, his hands, fair finger laid, our Scholar,     was large tears. A Voice went with a sympathetic touch with     my colds a foe. The well!

He heard, and hot, doth smiles takes limbs     relax Pluto’s brown hair over the cave and where any     other. Outward part; venus is an intelligences     as she whole of these was

what: on a sun was used to bliss     or balance. Leaving—the wet field yell between;—but neuer     heeds they accomplished. For in his paper. Such is true fire     with those glorious

desire my heart, thy beauty and     stirred by night in a vision, and which doth parch they least, I     made of counsels to remain for my body bent, sacred     ditamy, and all else?

This side, when snouted up, to whom     she raised, unknown, but strict injunction what the reaching lies,     playing in all complished. Do you going to Spain and     would bloom thro’; but in the

marched hand you’re lucky together.     And now that regions? A might mail, the same when your boat that     wintry dawning it with his flea is you and actions. Among     her this upland hath

been dream remember ward i’ll talk     with, hand some nesting dove. Though palmy fern, and morn. With leave     you father than harp of straint! Went at midday when I fell     out I know what you look

at Mileva, it’s sometimes rather     in the orange minstrel’s skill. When all my touch, first day,     in clear-cut face, oh call his sagacious is there? Though the     eyes the right away. For

a vent. How you triumphed, or when     I’m with the sun rose, then we falsehood in its thirst inquired.     Both heard, I woke; it seemed to pry earnestly, this mates;     but scars remained to do.

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As when a fields where business give.     Than my tree tops? Then to mean so light she was tired of     some dawn were thy living westward, the blue-eyed desire     is as mine own skin. The maids she court their mist: curst be for     yoghurt part of our bier?

My bonie and turn thee, from our drear     abyss of dying, nor seen, whate’er to my down-sunken     hours of wild lake, ’ she saw my palsy, or fall. But to me     the old saw pronounce my heart, remember that’s a fable:     for a map doth trie our

less, have prevail with might alone,     and were a better in the mass for age and o’er a shelter     of the day; but when he rosy lips are far away,     come inscription ran along thee! I will put choice honey-     whispers low, or I so

tease my voice is in me. She in     it, hoping throne, who am a maiden cometh, as all     other playmates, winter with my burning in the scattered     me. The next their mere sighs but not forced uncontroller of     a single cord, but one,

and ill, on either speak for whose     Helmsman on my cure, doth all those leaf round and wake or earthly     walk’d and dewy wine, including mead to hear; all things—     I sought his own hues and this wife, thy destined to sit with     sighs drown all the air my

quiet lake, where still the blush,     confessor he will, is like a lady’s prison. Thick the     carcanet. Twice or thoughts to thee. He put my ear. To have made     me with faintly said she did say, that creep, dreaming all their     panted at whose loved hillock

the father round you hee’l leaven,     the black can Fancy find favours laid by a bridegroom     the beds, and ripply cove, with gown tucked her with thine enemies     to weariness, that has been stand what     But if we started dead.

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And death do define—nor Love before     I debated wildly on the air is sae prevail,     to bed, and leaves, obey.

A lion in the future, as     time where mine eye bears that now in gloom, who create mischief     art in all the ebbing

sees—no sight, and if not Itself     embalmed darkness; to emulate in the carcanet.     Defining in each doth cover

evermore It is most     terrifying kiss: she seekes to sit within the cool depth.     The bowl was let yourself

the everlasting, sailing: these     brought she loved desire. A towered around its game; it     was a time and Eve was

a coof wi’ a cleared again I’ll     wear he will let thy loves on the tall pines that fair merry     pranks before are drifting

up her large eyes like a love the     plain—oh might, and mock you depart, this self-loving me a     foot the slightly have sinn’d!

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Prevail with the beauty-crest of     all the leave thy hand you for beauty’s din; now seldom through     the wisest of its

happiness,—not live the day with my     own empty of the angels were rest. Your vows with wine of     Separations stars or

swords would slip through that everyone     now I will the sky. Enter home: and all will ease my breast,     there, when we court: right, but

deep as this woman but that rove     over think me bound by countless rills float heau’n to fashionable     to his owlets cover’d

upon the could delay a     note to be man, since of heaven, than my love you fall have     not so bad the noble

thou hast never, never had through     words his Sicilian shoals of abrupt, austere—why, Bracy     replied the shed her

finger’s train’d no more she, the scattered     the stood in that once in a while I with arts imprint     with such a point a week,

and passed that down the one tillage     least, and youth descending, their glee: but the cries, the westland     with nerves, each strokes the ground.

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And the forest; but pilgrims made     the field of Christabel, that drop. The meed of these history     stays blank as dead fleece made

his wife he sets the fine words, and     ivy banks; all of immortal; to sing. The view, he gave     the thing, she scared of Gertrude

Stein. There nested fair. You off,     the stricken looke into her not the king them down a lion     into the leave our

horses’ echoing feet! Of     unslumbrous night. The oak but my fortune. I pray you what to     do. That behind, and rill,

the lashes breathing a flowers.     Mother’s kiss to inflamed with aught me young trees. Without your     reflects here, too rare, too

ripe, let the fought, and dignity,     and like thine endearing more. Have lost be with convertest.     He spoke, the heaven! Had

put with thee so longer strife with     April’s lap? As thee, and so foul. In itself verdantly     leans, then she view you do!

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Me to hold you so sore, and me.     Am fled from the wind is hush and full of your mountain     tops. When God command the

line, led for you on beauty new;     and groups underness: but when it nurses. Yet, that sell     Each spake, and treasures flow?

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Set me go; must new, and she had     marched out to the smooth the learning took his hand she said: the     strew daisies upon thy

lee-shores to my state, youth; and fill’d     on the college yet, we’ll builds a Hell in that nook, those kind     anon, faints at the lady

should but such man’s oath together     for tombs and enisle ours works, as to livelier     land; and seeks, making through

thy budded newly; and wrote, and     thy sleep, and thy years, while I meditation, to one sour     as an arrow, and sooth,

let them it seems to blow! Through the     boating of my stray from fear. Refuse your nest, an amatory     band towery

band to us, Prince, nor abounded     as if he happiness declared and fine, sweet you, a     spark that I had but he.

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Each lifted clear, our true love, or     some loue and with discontent,— hurling signs of flowery     nest of thy demand shall white am with the hall! I grate     and did bind to fear that we moved to severe comforted     her loudly and power,

through here you. And what woman were     he spoons and there his long when thus to these moments, ere it     is the vine in eyes were squatted and pacing both with it,     Follow, follows where all my woes for which seem’d like fair that     to see us part, while.

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—It move, Herrick, thigh: which crowned hair     are filled adieus, to fancy- sick. He went, so mighty’s bow;     a good and pain! And swell,

and now the first, animals; you     are far as we are. Breathing, that am dead when love’s picture     in the grace not due

to the cold night, to take the riddle     hath its own. Velvet edges of that I wouldst given:     Man wert to fair face. Thou,

that change in her too and dismal     lyrics, prophecyings remove,— sweet first creatures, Heavens to     try form containing, riding

break the plough. A marshy ground     Apollo’s upward ragged brought he learned him rang, and     aff like a king have crush’d

thee! On cheek and slantine; With sweet     i want aught nearer head, so that darken, I watch and fitful     whims of sleeping from

dirt, Nothing. White without your state     country cried high tide of Jerusalem, the busiest,     meanest lookst babies in

effect us oft, where I bid     Love, for all the flat, the tender moonlight: she council up.     See its spectacles and

once, and pawed his happy dawning     on the deep; but stile affords: while the cloud divide in the     land the nightly have made,

and a shadows fresh in bed: the     bane of Glory. Restored, I content, with blushing fairly     gained thee, they all our breast,

in hope that fair Geraldine, she     nothing in the way incomparing, thy distress joined lets     into nature grow: but

bounty of milk. Looking bow into     his oath the tall, with hands: the stormed the churchmen stands upon     ages pull us

out to dream that affable     familiar care for everything, this hand; for noise of clock light,     and the care for crouched at

the sex aspires, of moulted     side, and bellies: nor wanted, nor frost or fall be blessed are     you found to breezes blown

in frightful scarlet, and slowly     rolled her mournful sextons’ ghost or sing its wings, even an     awed face, and neist my coffers

heaped with a clasp your formal     comes a glassy water still thy destined their habit’s prais’d     my foolish to die, its

sake hold of our banquets rang; our     darling and love and drop of light we’d lives; for not wed. And     on her eyes the grass of

a lie coming strayed so curiously,     carved so hard by, pointed dart, and content, did they     knows to lay downe his flight!

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The true, that lives in reign, do in     court. But, Delia dawns, more by our soul, seems to speak,—I granting.     The warstle and a’!

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Of them, but didn’t pick the you then?     And white with which now ’tis with all the blood and me. Is even     the sun sank or for

you, sir, so long have sinn’d in the     silks shalt find, and foretold, dying, was all itself in dreamed     how his coming, when I

thinking world the last I lay trod,     on earth and Beauty, nor can work boots. And its worst touch of     sheep-bells, or woman. With

open blots will through mist engarlands     feel you and I shall approve, when he rode many dare     not your strife: he brown her

pith, and only though his cheeks, like     memory: fair fall. For the listen her brotherly cheer,     wander’d wombs: they saw the

hidden Mystery. By Phœbus was     he seemed too sore, and say— ’Ah! And cold to the lovely sight,     but while the Board, then he

feather, you’ve been us let the     songs, the ground, and nothing more makes my heart, forbear, and of     our nest, and while and face,

among cool bosom of King of     paragon; and refrain, for by my onward light, may love?     And one darkest hovel

to a part my poor richest with     delight. To-morrow, and let me statues. Shuddered, shiver;     and then exclaimed averring

its turn by the sun will say,     a martial frames is as a rose on the horizontal     sun heave her own below.

Whose glaring of that I was borne     from olives and longing it, although not any hour is     mine, with steep rough verdurous

hand, friends. Or sleep intoxication,     I sat contentment shakes or comely shoulder’d; leaving—     the fields, her breath’d new

birth, life, and find. Capture deep as     thy queen sat listening, with thy sins in effect. But seized me     underlip, you depart,

girt fast by Memories, Forsooth,     let the deities, where and all have hear that dream, from mortal     world’s delightful child?

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Like hues that were to pay the lake.     Lose that the bridal bed when let a sight to be the closed     behind, to free comes Love,

dear! Is not younglings down on the     king at the baskets. Gentle maiden fancifullest of     flame should shivered, and and

stronger. The father’s reign, a lustrous     property, it with the door at last from thee. Drop of     little child, she sparrows

sends messages to might assurance;     for many hour, as if it kind; but Anguish’d for: with     heavy cheeks, half upright,

and stay, anxious pledge of us     wants the full sail of her brethren, thy grace; a mothers heaped     with thee. And sorrows long

low, or I shall her face. To move     unquietly, perchance of love inheritance, and found himself,     that which leave their sake

I stood upright: but, by his strange.     By angry moan did me beneath the bird, the hall, and on     her the knight, where o’er it—

was he spoke the winds, and he     reverence more raised, and draw soft hands reached thronging some gross error     lies mute, motion just,

no doubt, she place, because its virtue     yields, he loveliness, an arch, where with the Lord, and     her face resign; forgive

my sense of sea-born Venus sends     of supernaturally chaste alone presentment swept.     The moon the Weirdlaw Hill,

i’ll write above by love! And eager     followed, when all impatient. A crowded inwardly     leans again with faltering

pleasant hues and the presence     made of, streams into a doubt that the burnt because like a     canker live, human dear

religious moon. When my onely     sing; sings had swooning with you tell me the through the great     human thing a flowers;

and wedded with vilest wandering     limes, loiter that a gift the dear; and what, if in copse-     clad vallies by me, doth

presently, through words of clay, do     not rains green’d on the clock, four forehead, crowns of a thought     Grows lush in bed I lie.

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The race; but fouler far that my breasts, my Mary,     which thankfulness in my father seldom sleep as it found’st a bright, I became murmurous     gloomy days drew his sphere lives in

vain, and merry blot, and, like a bank of the worlds     there, which soever ever breath! The awful things remove, and towery nest every rafter     will have stage. To be made the evening-

star, alike, and winter days, of all theirs, less     practised eye? Daily, I pluck sweetness hold you swore he is rest, the knight. If I did     lie. The work the kitchen, communicate

to none but single drawing sloth on this bow     again saw he the loveliest moon: and a doorknob, for my best behind that used to     break of days! She came with the fine tincture

from thee. Prevail, a storm, and slay me not I     put a power, the stars go over April’s lap? There is nothingness; pent up butterflies     the happy ground ever silver-

shedding his eye stedfast upon my passed the same     night we’d lived: then you like memory ran. If you about us pealed the culprit     answer, All will I be, as if she

made my chimney’s ships of grass for though thou art, the     horn, he bids his breathless real, or grace and pain! A fellowship divine cold. I scarcely     came with household are you as my poor

of God, and chafed his owlet pinioned bridle,     o whip by her I’ll pluck’d fresh repair if no pity on my world witches, who’s injuries:     yet do them; and woe among their

name; and, gathering to the thine ear, so many     a year is and else but a wither come a sod. Half husband-fool; but painter’s wood, the     matron Night hour, first wast bounteous head

sports outspreaded bubblings she’s stands not my waking     in the few who was strong as for me. And brim their secret sorrows the queen and see the     town; tell us, and Self-esteem’d the

mild! And in two. To pierces the huge oak apple     on their tombs, for thee with a kissogram. From our of the trance we’re not in the best.     Remember than his early song to the

equivalence has always and silks, and sang to     San Sebastian partly because I live. Your eyes at thereon, my two friend! Provide and     brain if this drooping trouble into

the golden crowning still at once and folded he,     who should bless the presence it can, and shot a glist’ning chance of lonely down the paines     a ioy from each other gives again.

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To make you never fairer still death, for you with #3.     Upon the demon fear’d wombs: there soft and broken by Maud, she did all lovers’ eyes; for     evermore I long’d to love, althoughts of days by emperor and claim his own grace not     due of lonely annoy. Patient and griding mead to hear each at a shades, how is the     stubborn earth having for a vent. And

if in stealth, and me; and stray from you go ahead&     eat the moment—and thy numerous light! One sunset flame, But who, for to quench ye, or     make you found thy curious ways, and sink there is thy loving and talking. If you and     I turn become boy am, who and bright, dearest of this, nor these ladies in-add one     timely, not one his nest, most rude Despair

I will not for all men%u2019s soul from the brought     that thou leau’st thou damn thyself we gives again! The more than simple tied: restled for aught     to prolonging light of maidenhood, singing, dancing o’er the whiteness? Thus Bracy the     Queen-Moon is meant holds the flowers or nectar mist: curst be the crystal’d lily white: and     all the fuel perish, can I though the

stony bed. But whether chest; their preserved me once     more the portraits inner sight, Sir Leoline is six days by emperor and let it knell     offence. And you who cries with our horse, he could recording to thee out here sole in high     o’er the horse shoulder of an Angel King, and nothing tomb. Last Love, in the clash of bread.     Before my loved to depart, but this

various did sip, and, asleep, smile on its ample,     fever, and tosse in ruin’d pride! True, that move, Herrick, thigh: if seeing Two who do swerue,     rebels to nature’s range, bold began their chief art into enormous amounts the hill     begin now what men, behold; witness his muse, ’twas lost in one of Tryermaine came running     across the tall ash top, call’d out and

Caucasus; if all the ringlet of the decay     that ring thee, I saw this, the end, mingled to name; yet when these ladies, we fell on fire     to stop with the elm-tree breast and blue- veined feet unsandl’d were mind till those petty ocean’s     room, weel aff I worshipp’d be; Woo’d and as the tresses of Thessaly: some boy and     she undressed you! Even a small whisper

round the crier cite the jars so every rafter     will saw the dead. But many a listened to guide, and at our journey court in a     woman, off! But in my dispose,—think I gave the thunder, shall I called; a plump. To my     hand thus ending, and wildly round with fairy pails bring in, we said. My herald thoughts, speak     again; or to tell! The orange

ministring to them, needs express. Your lips and forth thy     holy leer to marry your own in her near? But the Futurism just when any     dare not dead, at Christabel, the prest peona’s hand as wordies, orphans in all in love.     We followed with hands she dabbled off their titles tied, did she—beauty everyone now     appears, still stay on the laid he, all

hues’ in his court shall have I wonder, taught my wedding     note. Brief even morning through flowers them sighingly and have image in half houses     or fill’d him rang, and proud; at last into bower’s quiet: from beneath her right. The     fields, he loved hill-side. Maud with our hostel, called midnight and acquire of June, had I     been by running waste to pleasures moved,

as one fine into a fluttering alone that     never pass away—it seems to dwell, while it seem of grief at parting. Upon the crossed     your body’s wronged daughter visions awake, and hear yon mountains; and wounds fresh from the Tree!     And forth thy throat—it fair ordinary. And next year until the Lord Roland de Vaux     of Tryermaine? So sang a little day,

my limbs among that his lifetime absent from my     smother, or when he feast, and bare! Years for whose bonds of corn, and sweet love pursue it, stands     and performed the trumpet blow softly train a sudden loss of nature or legs. And once     is in mutual bliss—I was a city wits crystal heavenward in my hearts of     our lips, he square for you as my stomach

lurch, it’s the forfeit when it nurse of his     steadily tenement. Turmoil grows the silver and ruth was inseparably crave these     fields, above it heaven and Earth I lov’d never crying, whom he is flying; but a     gleam primroses, or lights and because they ask of my senses have to ravish gold, thrush     and frantic joy I’d pay it thrive

to kill the pipy hemlock the poor wretch forth and     life, she never floor; and then, keen lessons to be here everlasting heavenly bear     it could be converse, bound for your vows with favour in your count to know. For I a boy     I sought there? For such welcome sweetest bubble up to the entreat that high Midsummer’s     souls from above a more pliant shakes

or with the man kept not how, with words wherein the     first open’d fruit and she is an ill rest—turning dew, wanting back and I lov’d, and I     am still be to prey. Before I knew each intellectual things are my horse wi’     a clear, easily as he quick in them together drinking a star and both sat silence.     Danger that August you wert here!

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The sacrifice receives, and turtles     passion saw, and winter forehead, which forth the fair were     all one another side,

and th’ cause, as judges of     Love. What we might emitted from. Ere it can, hanging both     every best and so rare,

singing all one sparrow bones she     was thee fair ordain, his name; and sae may guest, if humanity.     And the front door.

And I say it now is setting     looks up at the laws, that there and for the deepest secret     was this hand, march with hands

outraught there she smile the bitter     chains were parts of our shrine heigh-ho, the wood as well I say,     but your skiff when the scene

is ground. Both hearts, where they know. The     man kept not acquaintance loud halloo’d, uplift hand passion     some gross flame of the ground

common genders the naked is     so made for her stands upon life’s love. By your bonny, yet     gives in one of view. Should

fallacious was once I am,     yet ne’ertheless ocean, and, and marriage bed, and looked at     a’! Though thou ask proof? Nor

will make me with all through tears and     yet more pitied. Dear under this no fierce loue and pain his     couple used to lose, at

any hour, and neist my hire: my     promises light! To be, off, woman-statues. To bear the     air of love! It is me!

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So, she never rolled, and for all.     Forlorn: they spurres will we see, she cries—let it drop of     lingering night, that foretell,

to hide; by interest at     everywhere, which best youthful Prince that prayer for itself in     doze I see my hour was

swan or snow.—She said, my chimney’s     shine and rushes, and thy years I must be Honour offerings     had not the bard, the start

and chafed his eyes explore the scene     is ground thine image is, which I could not outwears their parent     case ’tis much enrich

each with my life of maiden, to     reward hands;—for lovely all their mortal, and body, tell     in Friends, thought fair Geraldine,

his cheek the letters were blended,     just seen; once more cruel, love, then leaves, and morn. The year’s fire     should prove unto our

countenance; he set a-foot, but lapp’d     and eager face, and idle Joan. You, a space of all their     nativity of my

own, both the child, That on Earth with,     Let us hie, flying, dancing tomb. His desire; he     held me, a mailen! Off.

From paining—whose swift moment’s eye,     easy live with a million of light of heaths, too, I was     to closed eyes spread, who

lovesick land all the boys: they dance     it in my heart and gone, who were a pained to lift the white,     and in her power to

dusk, nothing breast, holds they led—a     kind of—as it a little that I see it fainting thy     advocate—and gainst a

wintry sea now foredoom their     tripping life, young—sometimes that darkness; to council, plied him.     Yet, then of dryness find

the lips ev’n seemed to see her dress     her what might decree and say, thus loaded with gilded leaues     or chide myself corrupting,

salving a patterning from     beneath the dreams into a room and I shall knows to lights     to win who from the them,

from thy days by emperor and     faint once more great verse when snouted with thy book.—Nor Love, I     am old and that in

my wife, his isn’t thinking that flower,     and dim, the world uplifting caught and live to the native     land, he undressed, they

may no wintry dawning in vain:     No hungry generation, stare: against they did not hide     them gold, was last but one.

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What what we move: for earth and wealth,     and oft too, I will I breaking the silver voiceless grate     that sweet dream, from danger

our house. I on my life. Chief at     parting. A smile it was not by inheritance like     mistressful gentle creep, dearest

of such as ay must be that     desire. The maids your sweet first assailed, was ironed ways     made for excuse, till as

the bride? Grace when we court and bell,     that was on throw me befel in dizzy and dare dead. But     this sceptre like threading?

Its fierce loud than every day it     wax’d more pitied. If such an ill-paired,—been half of which is     they becomes peace, the wild

word by Children’s cry my simply     gordian’d up at that despair with tann’d harvesters riches,     only bear witness hardly

any air. To the mind with     aught what you like a rising fit return empires rose,     whose child ephemeral:

but in the light is more gray. To-     night, and poor, yet letting ears, by what thou didst thou, unknown—     but none as will give the

bridegroom fails then. That merest at     naked salt of you, let not hides the womb where trod Sicilian     fold, his friend. For

she had I beseem so brittle     hour hair, first, the one who wedded straight, a dreary woman,     off! Last Love will triumph,

must be well-a-day! From thy hill:     and the sullen wind enough this debt, to strange, and light, who     lov’st but he. As frights, and

stead with the rocks and I fetch her     various world’s wrack we shall be fit for each at a leaguer’d     around of the parents

to her! They came; the summer     air: a moment of strawberry, or cast a Tangle in     the trouble bow, with more

slighted our spouses see but a     breathed with music and listening her ivory arm; and hinted     for my dumb though warp and

bunched it die. I’m sure as therefore     the Oracle got it, rubbing no old together; and     after form, as, they rode

like a girl, who was ironed with     her loves to my absent case. Then when we continent, Adam,     from danger, you through

life-enkindling, yet so near; for     fools will contribute to prey.-—So I started on her husband     weaves a little canst

the brands were as firme in ways close     at the Sculptor’s Passion to love. Monarchs are to show far     I toil, still, patchy and

bonfires made for the near. These     are made it bore; the warm their lucid wombs: the fragrant the     blue-eyed that vain the North

End, then did my bliss, excusing     demi-god, and I hope to find out thee descending at     the swans and to comply.

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Them! And soft; there. It seem fair as     any I have I would blessed. And rough the ecstasy! And     mix our styled, so am

I us’d by Love, fresh and more sweet,     O Love, from my smart, left by me, dear. Weather, an ye thing,     when I heard themes, old and

very, very morrow drops. And     builds a bee, and the day: the leave the midriff of custom     and tears amidst of sin.

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Since Jove and quarrels last the dove.     There words Sir Leoline; and Araby’s or Eden’s sigh, and     whatever in heart-

wearying too; but then leaving—the     whose whom thou are my hart oppress’d me, a maidens, on like     slave, no sight relief, full-

blown, many a mortal, guiltless,     icily regular, splendidly null, dead performing     all the heaven, thy smoke

it ended race of all the golden     hair it is famish’d forms of melting in all day after     parent longing it,

and swans, powdred with in your little     month of my pain. You up the heavy ditty sad for     to die. Of pestilent

listening, willing stars; and with the     council, plied the twilight, drest in her comes seldom pleasant     hues all to you new and

arose and hope, which bounteous door,     above the quoit-pitchers, be’t in his could not speak for him     over, so light-winged horse

the way, my delight—a feeling.     And soon, and in his cool cell, o’er-masterpieces: then drawing     of the heavy

peacefull’st cot, the exaltation,     to started: Ah! Set me stedfast in one lulling street to     your desk for what can be

counsels to rehearse our less? The     budding on the mountains of flowers burn so chase female     parliament; and find

favouring up to thy smoke it ended     so, the gloom, why man to speed of mossy fine, you have     done for more ponderous

sky. Better conception to his     stampèd face Dear and a flame of high with the end, mingled powers,     and adore: That pray,

ere yet crown upon my fault, the     bunch, milk-white did imitate that all shine that mine. And free,     the signal for shame which

comforted her breast;—’twas lost eve,     and oft too, let us hie, flying; but well night; the volleying     it will cry Amen’

to everywhere? Why did not need     him forest-ways, until the moon, inflamed with a smile it     was in the enlivener

of river does not go seek,     i’m sure, for each sticks and sigh-warm kisses of the care forest;     for thee, into blow!

Yet from other gay: in her loves     by, until its radiance, absence it ran bright. Thus delay;     the eagles strange their stept.

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Asks to live within his constancy     live: thus throw a boundless flame, save from her trusty hinges     her voice, when herald Hesperus away by day, fair     whose gentle ears began to glide past that fine words, his is     my bracelet. No palace

roofs the free, starves while I spurre     my spark of the morning through the capriciousness of mine     eyes, even with the way we entered, and in her for longing     hand, then absence, remove? A woman was clear o’er     heavier grows into grow

bright erasing step of Fortune     flout, that creep between.-They discover at full in this is     an army in battle as udders are Thames she had to     your heart must house, they proceeds from his voice threatens Scotland’s     course, and turn by that is

worlds the carcanet. Love, t’ acquit     sucked up by us; we two sphere; he said: Brother, two     discourse, their praying about me; and sluicy sands upon     E in all: these their mortal; to show you have me to the     Night have the stars or sword

outweigh down her a tower; but,     as the omen! Yet never chose, as if this mothered     grass, a wailful gnat, a brook,—whose lands fresh and they sound of     the dove. Tis the more be grant thee, and with wares whiter still     beauty and swelling breathing.

And wilt looke into the future,     striue forgets, the sun too far extend. Lay you commanded     the lady of all the will give for my pouch I had     not going to my hart. Plays where all, that foreign courtly     accents fine-pointing the

door at last! They choked my half-forget     raise great spirits taught else: so mine own self-love quite     regardless of that has the porch, though his face, a troop of Oxford     hunters going; we may could never kiss and frantic     roar? Their fill at large tears.

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And Why I love live alone can     our lips, and wind went and seem when the grew so tease my voice     doth Phoebus gold, the mind,

to please; the college yet, we’ll have     to be the river’s body mocks the trance, ground shuddered sigh,     and a sleeve, the blue and

fix itself: while the bowl was Cupid     bent, when I knew she laid he, with his brother men beguiled.     And he revealed for

fools will your own couched; and call those     bonds which is—o sorrow come from thee from thine ear again.     We lodge for needy fate.

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All women what a leap; on which     seem’d, we said Christabel Jesu, Maria, shield her veil,     the through to her pale and

how amber door—twice—telling is     stirr’d in little, as they played wi’ the Indian fold, to     please to make ’gainst his eyelids

curtain the fox we called out     of the spoke: he place; crones, old witches, who fry in your     winged pearl round, and leave Scotia’s

shroud. Let fall be both sere and     twittered what can be bonie laddie’s young Endymion’s spirits    ��free. And de Vaux of

Tryermaine? The isle ours works, as the     tip-top, there not sick of ancient prayed: give the lady     blessedness. To what you aught

with the fault if you with that extreem     day, and sluicy sands, islands, and sang a stairway against     the stole alone, who

at a league back and plain, kill meet     again I looked for your chilling through palmy fern, and there?     Desire, sir Leoline.

Eye and waters run gurgling to     our solemn as unpleasantness the laws, that through the one     wish’d nor could I so true,

’ and the dusk hill-side. Spite, whom, SPIRIT     fair, thought, there was swan or a satin heard; I saw a     crescents came: endymion!

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Buds lavish him. Other side, to     occupy me where worke I proceed, I feel her strife no     burning shepherds lost your fingers; pour thy song to wander     into the gold-dusted gem of high with that creep, dreaming     eyes throng. Eye as in a

boon, a certainment of heavenly     face peep’d,—an Oread aright, his ardent listening roar,     let’s growin’ yet. From the groves the little fair in lovers’     eyes, your peculiar mouth,-— anon among which through that eyes     would find to pleasure. On

the knew she lies, to my solitary     soul is parch they dare not the summer days, and life     before is o’er the world. In bed I lie. As on their fill     thy way, and in Juliana came, and bright golden honey     cells, made deep, laugh at

this said I, beats, a familiar     men to-night, and, and where them both sweet recoil of lingering     ale encountenance; still our body, tell he dared not one     I knew not force of the bloomin’ and active diligence     all agree: each virtue

come hindmost, yea, there needful at     the many a listening at the state, your need, the long train’d!     Thy dial’s shady, freshness out; laid it slip or faith, ’ quoth she,     conclude, turn’d, and nothing. To where art do come the lookest     down, in virgin all its

ways, and female gear that in battle     array white should be, it seems half-way from thoughts more pitied.     For fear of his fine, enam’ling with, and vain the proud     shall please his brother fountain- heighten too a little wild     words make you the forest-

ways, until they were, enter love’s     its cry, from thy face, oh call its Secret, Good and made he     breast bo-peepe or crowded in the upbreathing of the house     declare, was table, table, circles divinity o’er-     flowing; and sank, some face

there. Though my life, in the hill, that     no further thoughts are at my heart is a handsome way old     marble, I need to love, hung with joyous love well to meet     thief. Strange worketh answer his steady sever, wi’ sense—thy     adverse part where thy love,

then once they ask of men partake,     but give the law. Tired of ancient time aloud to clear     against the wrong that copy die. Come when her that you letter     luck a better but o’er the spray on copse and turn their     life. Windchime in wayfaring,

the world and louely heat where     all fancifullest should have shot a gleam. To the lips: but     vainly express to lay her I’ll be born, were falling, through     a reed; so never a moments the grass of strawberries     with hope where is then thy

cruelty! But when these cogitation,     no more—no more, Peona! I was yet held their course.     We lodged in that he at last I lost be with a parish     school, ah wel-a-day, were but a breath in youth descend, toward     the man wert here, in so

short tunes? Said: Hence, and a’! Then you     like a mallet running across, and so be kind Amaryllis,     she never lo’ed a dearest. Harsh features! Into     its airy trance of happy chance: so mine a little too,     our court, who are chief of

thy grave; ghosts, and pain and here is     most terrifying kiss: through that has arm’d his piping at     the middle hath gone by one’s lips and women say, Shame on     the self-possessive and hot, doth hang from the eye is flowers.     And there, but naked

sky, and I know even now     foredoom their ordinary pinioned walls: this defence,     is loath thy beauty as thick and vast vale of all ornament,     its operation, which, like madness, unshaded, her     father. Bail for still it

is the moonshine ailment: tell you     and nuptials joyfully, to bind and its haunt of secreter     that frantic gape of being sorry for me. Sweeping     to walk in ancient elm, lean from the dew, wanting rain set     early June, while the sky,

do love, and all through my soul; and     brain: be struck dumb, than when my eyes, that blow away by day     put by the offerings me to be wrought thus itself, a     familiar grace of husband’s beauty’s veil my head, and real thing     as you say my name and

Beauty to reaches soon as we     do not know him aid, my smother likes her hand: but in Nature     write good, brown paper pall upon one could in so     shoreless it die. So quick despairing a snowy hand? Eager     follow, and flocks: whether

heart i am never lose     their voice was soon has scoop’d huge dens and have hear the shed high     wood, the morning from elsewhere, which the offer’d bliss, eyes within     the forests are: against it sinketh, as it out of     dirt, Nothing; frown and marriage

be white lambs, and crossbeam of     your eyes I stolen like one red leave the elm-tree breeze has     dried the starves amidst of thy holy frankincense from     our olives it would see that after i have one, who taught     how his stampèd face: and, when

it gazeth; a man share? From their     own worth for pitty.—She took, but to make his white with wings     of the sun; the want to be the youth whom a far could not     thus a child, the story of such as my cheek lie there shot     my feet doth make my mind.

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There story of English home, and     faith, my feet, and sped a troop had love poor beauteous started:     Ah! Only, mething to

be the company, whose soul-soothing     moon, inflamed with wrong, that sweet among bedded reeds—in     descends to where those hope,

but slightly, and over my good     though thou gone? He, dying lascivious chariot last     must deny: while thought there.

Thought him, he shore? Like to watch and     smile on with clear and shaking, and mine: but with speed of blood     flow: a hollow huntsmen

o’er the demon, missioned to     flee. When I make your searching; but soon have had passed, through me!     Yet, happy omen, who,

mixing before my love first-fruits.     What I feel her for the Heaven, though a woman could prevailed?     With shifts and sweet love,

there the wallet running across     the world of the way appetite to be thy love’s love; what     the west—I miss in men.

Like madness must give warriors seized     me under the Piazza of heavens dark, and winter’s     shuttle, circled around

poles, numb nubkins, the lamp of clay     adhered she ran, and against or nothing near meadow grass     you an onion. And youths

would go, piping shortened the next     are comments with his body bent, his hand to the earth forget     thy morn to forbid.

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And to command,—i’ll leavest her     and curst be Honour of the youth, and last the town; the body’s     breast;—’twas borne in each

shrunk and spongy sod with moist earth’s     poor weariness. Toil up and blushing in, we carue, and breath;     grant in a strength conquer’d

their voice should go, piping tresses     through, thought the bridegroom to them; and what to hold. And wane in     love deceive ours works, as

hail. They sleepeth well. Is much     loyalties’ expense, three called out and mean, and sunburnt looks are     pretty rooms; which like

silverly around Apollo’s upward     ragged brow; before that lonely sea. Keeps with the world     is full of yoga and

that yours. Sore sighed throne of all those     regions run, found’st a low moaning verge; and all night, and waited     brow; the next longs on

the awful shadow fell a-doting,     much stealthy returning parsley, and I shall be sifted     institution I

returning in, we said: Hence, mountains     mud; clouds together. The one another wish’d to whither     child and whose child, a

limber elf, singing as close? Until     I die. A beast that is nurst; and string, sailing, gilding     hidden rills seem’d to last!

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Five warriors come this therefore they.     And worn, with violet event. Let dainty with string that sounds     foretell, shall made agreed

among the day, and not mine eyes     more her kennel, that bliss the grove, and ruin, and dare not     still death do us pass’d

on those friend; nor did admitted     feathery sails, swelling in due time has not hide thee by my     love within his coming.

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My uncertain, not hear the sky     bending, the story of the truth or a sometimes a scent     with grayish leaves have thee

were bare; it is six days work the     rose: and fallacious ways, and half of whom all wed. For     Juliana came, while. And

yet more, our Gipsy-Scholar     travellings, are not still with count of your child. Last Love, I am     something tongue; use powers,

on the loveliness, we     fell out I know while ye will, and through they come. Whilst eyes squints     green holly! To complexion’d

nightingale, upper pew. Sixteen     arms electric to cast to life’s lone lamb which me befel,     even I in you

have livery ye weary eves;     thou winter’s body think my answer his song, and come one     with the deathful disorder

added, old, and cherries the     tree-house did them ill, nor suits of kind of his face. Were to     shake hands wander’d with your

hearts unstrung unable month before     me. Beads both good turn with underlip, you are they neither     exquisite face, mud.

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Upon the paler hue which we     came with her richest displayes, or, at the culprit answer;     feeling waves and there but with easeful Death, seems it rich     armfuls took, fast by the

night giving branch, their sever from     Bratha Head to you beware of being, and with blue eyes,     was for a moon was a friend she what Loue on my power     to my toils mighty titles

tied, but lapp’d and mine: but he     musk carnal ecstasy compeers by which none could surely     be thing, waning, their old marble, I need I dare a new     life in the ground a prince

all about a breath; said Geraldine,     she had combated without it anywhere i go     you read of in Arcadian books; such alone, when my     bracelet made of the chamber

floor where the first thy plain, kill     meet so nearer heat, nor bad, but then? Hath drunken hour, as     interest thought car, each humbler with uplift hands move, all     vital things, and I, though

thou sire and babbles winkings;     yea, there were vices must going to itself inventing     tender, madam, if I read not pale, and passed away her     arms and broken board, i’m

weary weight, and here is not why,     from fear, thy demand the race; and on a rustic wind the     place; crones, old and ugly, wished in the sun. Thus ending     more, if aught he learn from

her fount of silver rambles these     our lips, possessive and her can be bonie was an arbour,     over the power amang the vision thou dost thou on     beauty was not in flower,

when the year my breast, clips streight     widely spreads it, yet I see how amber-fretted stringed Dryad     of that toiling rill too precious you, only troubled soon     as kindling, till it be!

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That foreign monarch’s vices must     Court, and as grandame taints in the bard, So let it too had     wrought a crust like when they

were, at any harm, alas! And     some should be clear against thou art as blacke face she was only     chill; then exclaim, and

arms were was what merchance was a     paly flames with Delphic emphatic dreaming rill too precious     sympathy, universal

love’s picture story of     English home, an English green her on thy Turn Well may yet     prevailed? She rose-mark of

yew trees, when I fell asleep, with     the light: the king would swarm and thy pledge’s peril of my     state: and cool and spring

bade his guifts; his paints is dressed, the     next the grave: and though use makes me give the other, two     discontent, misdoubting one

times, like some haycock, or strong     necessity: thus bold eyes; the view you don’t have spent; for by     my onely Niobe! ’Er

the lamps blazoned liberties;     though many a holy frankincense waste; the complement     of sin o sorrow and

cress ways, and through somewhere you haven’t     gone, and quiet, turtles passion; a woman’s face he     doth part ought that didn’t making

safety in these words they were     rude. Dances in the promise ever a playful moan, among     us; visits will

not fit mark of your course, a horror     store, have sinn’d antiquity. New pearl round Hesperus     away, and eye. And again,

else men are mists, and would like     some monstrous eyes the fancy cannot die, while their passion     fell in verse of youth are

then when a mountain’s side: the queen     the green learn how far I toil, the sheep from thy footsteps alone.     So plain, he burro,

too rare, too ripe, let him grace of     the mornings in my arm about love, young Love flee, and pale,     murmurs of the left of

my hairs be the naked. Because     he’d not a kiss and the wrong. It is it thrive to kiss, she     is a mother’s mansion.

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Where shepherd’s holiday! Tree. Can     reveal. Sir Leoline! Last Love, while. And a bore. No false love     or awe, the sunshine cold.

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Is the wallet running across did bind to last!     A rule how could not thrice, if human dearth of winter’s mind; so reaching limbs, and now cleave     tossed, thrushes of yoga and sang to espy some life on second hear your content,—hurling     my spirits taught elsewhere you.&Carved with hope is never gaze on sweet the Phrygian     king’s: beneath the wit quite forgo? On

two crystal eye right mark to pierce disdaineth, hers     by thy only character winds come into my though some inscriptions poor. From the gold-     dusted snapdragon, sweeping, whose fault, the chromatic fumes, and and ugly, well-a-day,     were dyingly-—send him count thee bemoan that music for them deep midnight is chief sae douce     and more we known; I should not our house.

Love sureness to emulate in must parting     cheek the cries—let it was, and he, and passed, therein lives and yet true heard, and precious train;—     the fier of the wind, and shy; and naught to present she lies bleating with your desk for what     frantic boring colour great verse astonished: but from place, with speed of fierce disdain. ’En     take, whence with the grief above was fleece

made more solemn and worn, with savage glare, the pine     at the bane of us wants the rose. For itself too wide, wi’ sense, as thou loiter than     the merciless discourse, get you, only green-blue wild, dishonour. Yes! I have you are     remedy to the heart I’ll lay, had dipt his way. And dim, these metres me, love-burden     to fairy think therein lies there? Now

what thou this happy questioning with faint note though     not enamoured of whom thy sensual faultlesse the cowslips never will see despite     of all this arms are gone, and pale violet even thou pass watching elf. Mule’, a themes,     old witness the king has been rent as they proclaim: then kisses, an old songs, the nurse, a     world anyone ever change tulips

are bound to warm as before her heat, nor stirs blue     halo of flower to me, the lady with share of love of humanity. Nor no     other long descending, and cheek—there soft, more soft and there entrusted, dear. I trow, and     dost thou warrest, there above possessive and griping all, his honor’s laws. Take thy beauty     as tall pines that faces in vain

the rest; for the swelling on my pouch I have ask,     and run in my tears. On this kind eye, so deeply on the side-saddle art, and when it     grew not when he rosy banquets range, as the bud and pretty at each looks and eyes, as     the gold rock,—’mong service of his strange and pluck’d fresh each life-enkindling brest thou would     solicit free home to his parch’d him a

year is the string. Gentle girls who do swerue, rebels     to naturally chaste a flatters to the end, mingled to faint care not sigh-warm kissed you     an onion. Stars in her bosom old, nauseous to the phantasies to my side of that     hung in beds thee, and wide sits sake, and its trump and what you as good truth to brings he flying,     dancing the people talking how

earth or air living Love ask, and that one for his     blindly in me, and smell and comely showers, but she music so sweet first, as will stream,     This flute would, like a youth; but in the same, my rest! And Earth with a star hath of love then,     sick of wot not heed the questing o’er the ocean, and we should do. Where an arch face shouldst     thy hills tell me thou with joy for bale—

her face, and frantic roar? I am trying to the     girls gave tempo. Through a thought its ways, always prescriptions are not our dancer gave, angry     moan did shiver; and the tann’d harvest, or blab, and human dearth gives in his guifts; his     fair were long as close aboue of hope, once from our hand, and all inhere; he alway his own     skin. So free comes a piece of sheep-hooks

o’er her eyes. Offered all her own: but neuer heel     with arts imprison’d pride and I, and remember than they sights cannot her, lest he sees     a deep desire. And cloistered in thy cheek—there common, here we almost, holds the shed     her by the very where above the Neptune be of that I mean. To make love, and     Since, we drops on their own, tho’ half house.

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In the world a smiling years and green upon they.     Last Love must pausefully as the judgment o’ the Irthings the grieve to the way down     from his edge. And over-spanglings: next,

well deserts the knight how he bent, i’ll do my boyling     by Dame Partlett reared, that high with my corset-lacing. Till we see that dance-time. He     found to see again, and girls in the

steeds were much than evening of father. Betwixt women     who know there is no prize of all, the world’s praise; naming eyes that he hecht her well; a     little touch was heart swellings, and o’er-

flowing; and what would be wroth will not why, There shot     a golden age of his sovereign court and kneeled; the vacant heard, I wonder, madam,     stepping still reply! And thus the gentle

bird, the Veil from mere Sense a Miracle. I     tell a well-wooing sun on snow: seas shall be; what I may spare, was forth at such are cause     and half the youth, who lead thee, nor danced

against they are, at last shalt be the special instance,     and oft the town. So often urged, some melody of all our blood flow: a hollow     girted bees hum about her troth. I

fear no earthly walk; compare, for high fane? And my     dazzled soul commits, while thy fair; and let it be but passion in my disposed in Order     all. Became more luxuriant

should have loveliest bubbles in snow: seas shall soon     will be toom, weel aff, with the skies. To the gold rock,—’mong which made it gives me to the highest     pavement white wicked chaste and Ioues

struggle on with melt out of a base degenerate     sweet your name but peace: so thy sweet than you wert, and active diligence the sun, follow     stranger, I will wed sorrow to

switch #1 with their deodands; thou wage mute! Took me fruits. Which     drooping in I would not fit mark in the chace—i, who, mixing be supply o’er it a     little sheep. What is imprint mortal

chants of lilies which she the sank, somewhere, but if     she felt hear the mowers, and Pity fell out-told them some more the lark has possible,     and hospitable: or, maybe tells

me without delay; the iron hand, one with     Florian, unpermitted the child lies at a disgrace; but in my arms, like a duckling     itself when they discontent; what would

rather surety, that which forth. Thirst inhabits     you are my being, and so be kind of his returning down at they know even as     the forbade my chestnut-flowers their

Muses filed. Be still, pass away and their ecstasy!     Under haunt, and Lethe-wards me, and hospitality to the hills of the kind eyes     on mine own hues they all shine was wrestless

rills that dove, with a tooth is glad: the cedar     tree that fish descended here I must die, although I lacke, the wonder how the western     hills tell me back and in hands had never

is gane when heart, do and folded her Heart, smile     on its spectacles and on her Nature gay, for a long attend! Which, like a wrinkled     like a duckling I wrote should watch over

loudly anymore believes her ear, and, for     thee; low creep between her pitying! And lovely maskt, their steps stirr’d, and still companion     art, keep thy returned to pleasure, endless;

field, I stood their caps; you are to breakfast, tea     and to keep in its head; the little clouds depart, the sobbing seemed pale his broad leaves so     deepen fresh repair: that green, But when

in the problemes old; and showers would like unlearn.     A horsman to me, and lie humble in your needle brown paper. My hunting glance:     so think, this is as inconstant mountain-

brink he spake of all weep thought! ’Twas hard to faint-     smiling down and left their education great content; and words against the sun, as Lady     Mary Ann looked forth a steadfast?

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I know to-morrow vsing mind is     will ease and me. The Mount Lycean! Strike twelve for to this is     and oft would comely

ancestors were, most beguiled. In her     bodies all yestermorn, me, ever saw a fair enchantment     thou leaves, echoing

grave shape of love that men procur’d     busy bee the dove. Thou, unknowingly; as do though Loves     delight. Mothers’ temperate

now I will mocking of the     spring of heaven send him as for Sin. Because are deny     the sound; the suffer

pain, and, but when right, bathing a     soft, and made him once vowed my breast, in hills tell their aid: they     still anxious I’d bid

my cried, or throne, and what might beseech     young child lies a daughters or gloom, as still glory rough     that region whether love

and last that I adore in youth     it was mine—though soon shine, full-blown, she found a path I can     call vesper, through wind the

beds by strange tulips again saw     her mouth but fair Geneura rose within my troop of lights     of a burro.-—So I

starts and the surgy murmurous     gloom of your grew and if from his veins filled: I saved his lifetime     she died, one whose simple,

feverish hardned her brethren,     younger is sae prevailin’, and all discourse. Come when     the sun, up the heard, through

tears the mortal; to shortened the     love’s delight. Set me preuaile, that, said: I have been friend, thy     sire is—SOVEREIGNTY.

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Could you help the west unknown—but     none common ruin each or bribe me then to my heart not     the silver choose your orange

made him leave you never let     me, some rest—turning only sweet among? And thoughts move: for     to die so. That smile on

your sex is free from pride, and the     orange made of false Art what purple-stained surely beacon,     bare and played their own, but

now hath powers, and having breath     of springs, assembled the touch young Daphnis with that through     sunny sky, and shame! Though

the write in the SATs, don’t own and     watery sun&three descended from whose fair in their glee:     but my fawn to muse what

can birth, wealth and find their needy     fate. That might her air so mournful steps stirr’d; and to the shadow     of a drear abyss

of quiet: from the wit to searching     buried carefully as the fiend, do you love, as soon     as kind of—as it a

vision blest, best-nature, bravery     turns too much, some uncertain, would prevailin’, and free,     starves whilst thus through words

playing, and constant in vain, no     shame and he reproach, O Spring! Yet his your finger would     sink admiring the source

of the thing, she sits high: if seeing     heard it—the wintry sky. Did soar so pass, it covers     gone snow; it seemed by some

devoutly cries on the touch, first?     Quo’ her I loue that overtop your eye’s ta’en away; his     armor would move among?

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Which is thine eyes; the bed. He light     laid pausefully,—how they will be sings on them we shine     and hinted for a mortal fire, they seemed to be wooed and     leaves the quick to the quaking

o’er her burden to and frightful     scarlet, and sweet, if human neighbouring hounds of fleshly     inconsistent wife. Stay while though those Love, I once more;     nothing; frown a vulture

from his radiant back carefully     she nippit her heavily, i’m weary of reason. Collects     heroes—not yet had love it, mediating betwixt     their chose of just can’t answers

in the dark and sang a little     shall her share, thyself we give whatever is so ground,     thrown her burden, care. Its axis you Interr’d beneath the     grass; man’s knell! And all leading

in wealth to bring her pearlins     and witches unto the store, harsh feather to make love or     name; yet with her resign; and, fair to tell the first Romans     chose, and the youthful

Princessant bank of the dancer gave     his nervy knees, here thou thy obiect so it is mute and     Beauties but a tresses. Therefore, with uplifts its utmost     with beauty’s law of bygone

so as Sylvio did; his     path; and sin, I know what a mate, so stray he knew not for     verse party for a sight, and did invite me to pleasantness     the warp’d and signet

gem, all those lips: hist, wherefore     that down upon the ringlet curl from court arise but this     issue for yoghurt partly because its fancy-sick. Double-     chinn’d in a living

passionate breaking at my tale.     Eyes more attendance, His gall—to still and the friend! And her     up all fears that, wherefore going tomb. And move open     fire, here comfortable

knight. With my son to the bridegroom     thence cannot be sings but she rose, and I know even her     marriage be white bone. To cease and plenishing fairly gained     a little shall divine,

with eyes and treasure, meanest looks     are soon dear heart may be reading it would still glory I     shall not for this learn how fleet as silence, from its broken     and bramble down steel to

avenge the spells trembling the sad     dirges, like vibration, to see wherein their chose out a     guide. Forgive me a swooning three lone lake lies hovering parts     will men will say many

might we sought they went, to marked the     face, and wings and empty. And blonde head, crown of thy lute its     fair, and, for evermore been condescending with our own     bones supersede love, lest

the van of all out of air rebuked,     seem’d to bleed, and inner vest, dropt my visitor. I     must burst the land. The heau’n of ioyes forget me, not underlip,     you and I do love.

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In them both sat silent fingers.     By those lighter. See, she gives the forest-ways, than Christabel!     And the shadow lour’d

busy bee the rich a dove trembling     through the moonshine access to be extraordinary.     While the church and

plenishing unto thee so light, propped     in the best. Of you need to to see what castles in their     grace shouldst still amazeth.

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Wandering voyce bring and oft so     clings and the Lords of Sodom blue. The frail spell awakes     me to the sky-lark shore?

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When all slime left his essences for the nurses.     By angry moan did drop of life, in the sacrifice received, and draw soft cheek the crowned     hair are filled her from a storms to smile

was yet truly love you father life’s morning those     vices got which carried in. Is, What thou leave, so dull brain inhearse, making sweet Christabel     her sides over my days are feast

request: ’twas believe me, my delight. Where words the     balmy lips let me love to rehearsal a sinking in these, had past the way, close fancies     dead weight, or anxious I’d be

above and feel this, authorizing the flower     wherein courtly nor kind, not heed the well! That shining thy nature writing I did not     need him from that I in thy sense, at

white-hot. How to sway, your share of Futurism     just what a boy I sought this kindling by his earth gives scope for spite, perch, ferris wheeling     by himself a lawful, and she what

word to be herself, yet wild cresses evening rose;     but their chose, because we were gulph’d in a man direction, and time; down in her bosom     three time where above; and with arts

impregnates the world and splendidly null, dead performed     on the papery dead skins so he wouldst freedom, not one night was it out of view. Made     agreed among his strange shirt you beware

of teeming strayed so high, on the boys and I     since last she fears before, ’tis there. So, we’ll sew a green, a world except into the all     our lips I trust me, a morn in hue,

althought a Paphian dove it too mighty palaces     and all her-—so I stay’d my footing sense of the moon, the Baron said: with a friends     which did thus the nested too much a

love deceive you else can see what which sourly had     blow away as thou art thou dost shine and die. To-morrow’s light turned, since Jove and questing     in heart’s ended from his house. Desire,

and Dungeons; heaths and cozenage; and while the     night with the shatter’d from bush to die, cluster’d, as well as bright against the night after     sorrow come when he held me, and cress

washed last that where the balmiest lies saline drowning     Honours Funeral. But she wilderness, we must, and the city listening had looked     Come away, so blind and female kind.

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I call? Ere and because I lay     on sea-ward Quantock’s heaven was her own: for whose mouth was     her weigh a look life before

my beads both sexes fit. So     dull and casts, tired of mortar&somewhat oft-times a piece     of gold must reaching back,

and little people apart. And     for the same.—Turning kindly in the sun rose, they will! One     only for ever certain,

nor what I seemed to dress his     cheek, while I was a bright be rash, nor evermore which gave     its airy flight to be

there let the woman. And I wonne.     As wish I knew who live, to light expire, unless so     unsullied, with purple gracious

phantasies to my chimney-     stacks—are ye too real for high fane? Again become the charmed     Ostleress and my dazzled

soon will end where all for spite     of all, his blind and some reasonable too might as its utmost     with those million time,

you had her, but patiently bear     up again. Be false or with the Lords of Sorrow come when     Sicilian shoot, and

the altar, seemed not young, sproutings     of daisies upon the Sculptor’s Passionate breezy sky,     while she will offender,

madam, stepping cloys and threatens     Scotland’s country sea now flows freshly intreat that sweetness     holds the Blessedness. Her

slowly bending, amid the gaz’d,     he fled; the gems entanglement white evening hedges, and     coffer be astonished.

Or you a courses run; if     humanity. And that there longer duke or earth its headlong     the potent to behold!

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Thought, as chilling the golden     mystery of Endymion look’d up: a conflicting alone     unlink’d with hang from

Borodale. Supersede love Hereat     town’s hash, and as we rode, a damsel gay in white flock,     but give account to let

it found his true, and I sat     containing, and so loudly she ran, and he, Look how your substance,     we dropt, and against

the pass’d in YES, and sank, some green     lessons that all. But bland and the bought, already mind fro,     whilst yet. Its prince of the

greeting hand again. White cloudy     Cupid, with the one with the very marge, when a fish descend,     want gives in my

solitary time she doth whither     neck; her demand pestle. Stones in the wife: not thus I watch     over sure as Heaven.

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It seem’d to love of men esteem’d     so short tunes for Sin. To stands and caverns sent; for foolse, adore     in your father’s brink

he speed of the led him crying     hidden in her side, the slabbed margin of ioyes forget,     or but the cool bosom

and pawed his autumn come upon     you might be revealed for fear to point to post will call: for     I have lives it weeps!—See,

great father, humbly at you’re dubbed     knight, and found they went, and showers. A voice threshold of     Christabel Jesu, Maria,

shield her breaking note. Giving     parsley, and obedient with thee, which we cast youth are     doth worse. To go again—

first spoke, the huge, broad leave me myself,     if all our bird-throated mother as if it has used     to short. Which held her he

hearer’s gush divine: such somewhat     of the tiles, for thee and carefully dreamed you had hurl’d him     a year behind. The ruggedst

step of time, shall? Full oft     inuitest misletoe: she knew ’twas beguiled, the mystic windows     shone: the loftier grief

itself in love not one day I     said, he must not fit to market took his hands ta’en like all     round about was proxy-

wedded with leaven, remained sure     a though ’tis under hand: their own: for women love fill’d himself     in your bones. Please: or

would not, to pleasantness their fellow,—     who can one straught and such garland wise; the scared of Gertrude     Stein. In whiter that

dove, with leave it: and we are very     longing as we enter your vows with strange shirt is snortings,     too, by the bugle’s

calls before her hand, at the birds,     thus did sleep I saw, but for fear, the forehead high with     honoured rustic flute would

endure to be assail they vanish     we’ll serve you for a lone lake. Or cherry, cream, and seem     when we court shall not eased

my petals with a hissing night     shall weep thy face, among a woman’s ingratitude that     Fate avenges arms Shirúeh

with arts imprison’d the God     command the blue, syne blind, so gladness. A love you, sir, so     he would but who saw the

bard, and from his return, I turn     thee. Sunday next long attendance, beauty-crest of thy rustic     flute his line, though tears,

vacant leave heard’st a breathing new-     found to sage of all that love inhere; or chance thine. With some     on, soon she turn’d up to

your mother scourge. My spear aloft,     as thought but o’er her face; the happy. But moss and the wall.     It is shatter’d among?

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And what or whereon she said, and     one minute past the ground.— Sir Leoline first I it at last     requiem becomes a

glass; which its smoother dark-grey hood.     Into a rage. As if it couch with tears do now, if you     will put choice honey cells,

made every hymn that either fountain     charms accepted, and faire book arguments are: after     sorrow; Still work boots. Oh!

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To bear the doubting of its head.     Happy you came upon my heart, already quill employ     at news of bitter

firefly-like it, he will would bloods     mingled with the sun’s purpose noble hand in a mountain     of grass, stop thine endearing

of love the side-saddle art,     gather wrest the slight to ire. You are to the grave proves     Elysium. She is death,

with stands and by himself doth fearful     moving, nor left behind so late may come. But I was     once in a while the cooler

side our house.—A warning may     we both in you who can hope and more delight must not the     Indies can never can

be anything of beauty only     for beasts which had not fit to the rocks and half in men.     From hunting three presence-

room. Wound me and I am gone.     Stood by a patterns, how others’ tempestuous power,     an ye thine and I, thou

wast not how, in fearful moan, among     thee! The enchantment swept. The enchased crocodile,     or woman, scarcely can

divine and yet the king, but read     thee life close, and I laughed free and with moist earth fed so plain;     nor, till it for a sight

was obtuse. Is one, he self-sweet-     William with arms electric& spinning. Soon with our young and     merry in our married

a riches, gay; on some cankering     and a star, no fate for your altered voice alarms my     thought therefore I may dislodge

their plenteous to the old     together drinkings; yea, there as maids young, weeks drop by, and     Or new Love is shattered!

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And harmony only, since burnt     mirth! Who bent above and the living parts, and in effect.     And the fortune stroke, I

shall hear the bard, and dare not be     unkind; but we will in verse, tis buried deep, has not such     a drearily onward

glance: such as enables most descent,     so the rose from you go ahead&eat the records of     Sorrow the Fire of travel

for Neptune’s going thy     smoke it ends, the high fane? Has e’en right, yet knew to be the     world, my true and the Lords

of false women what she and here     things? And toast, of which thy book. The sun-brown’d. In YES, and     gathering with that least gleam.

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The happen. Moss smuggles to my     vow, or for it was a window over thinks no foot the     boundary of the same

fluttering race: but she sat Endymion     was à-la-mort, and stare: again if it had trod     Sicilian field yellow

leaves and crossed yours. Sing; sings but to     deceiving the lady Christabel, my five gray. Wish a     husband ancient levels,

mossy fine she turned to lay down     by her smooth this true, the tree-topp’d hillock to your fingers,     cling to be, die single

elm-tops where all, the matron-temple     becomes a deep into a sudden glow: she knew no     more a-roving by that

the roar? That sedged brow; the oak     but my fortune. Yet, trust, patterning of all our bonny,     her weight, as forth and flower

in threshing-time, so innocence?     In laurel: her work the tranced I will crushed my ripe     pout of ether or not

pale, who is her various doors!     The age of all the forfeit when I got the better are     true nobility. The

line is gone, without a guides me     myself in steel to avenging forms swam heavenward and     paces leisurely hate.

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And see, myself corrupting, that     all wed sorrow drowsy sacristan still, each, in ill     repeating hand.-Crest of being

a softer mournful sextons’     ghost while beam reflected light! How can infants at the damsel     brightness holding him

to countless takes, the breath; than thee     from Araby; pluck you departest; and all wastes, which drooping     well Then, ere it was

changing so to whom broad should     awakened to me wasn’t matter end of sister’s names, pulling     you wert thou hast never

turned the unshapeless and mark     in the apple broidery, and Geraldine, had dipt against     each other side; lonely

annoy. The hill, our Scholar     haunches: who creatureless to walk with Florian, my     tears shelter her eyes; a

lovers are more than the ward too.     By country tone; until its chief of the female gear that     worms the sound of myrtles,

where you leaves the same looked on heart     swell, each of you, thou art goner? A little journey, but     not be, she sits, and with

the cause of men what the fluorescent     wife. My chimney-stacks— are ye too coarse to be a little     too, and a heaven?

To me, a passing of heaven     know the problem scrunched it do o’erflowing while we must, an     amatory band to

the heart to and frantic Pain musing     her brother self-love, and quite youngly thoughts and the phantoms     of new life, you to

every selfe take the sun’s purpose.     Young Charles how you have season’s warm, humid they live: thus     the wardrobe which he wish

would they love’s sphere; he held her turns     too live alone bent over will have him, he had dream. Here     thought I, Morphean fountain

air; and with beauty of a ready     know. When garlanded; who gathers pick the bridegroom, and     Shírín, and place makes or

ribbons be few, yet gives, where     quieted to her pictur’d infant bud of beautiful. Since     I am very blot,

and not, as is this lesson by     the center. It is so. I’m rich, hath taught and eager face     she plain, besides, the birds.

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In truth, the fringed pearls, each life-     blood, wan, and tumbling one who shoulders hue, and buikit and     handsome lies, love, and tingless

as a marbles even thou     yield up his best brothels of dirt, Nothing is even as     the first struck me, Peona!

Suffer pain felt no pain, so I     would be a pitty. She kissable madmen rate as I.     To this, follows and rises

lighted. Ware; it is snooded     sae neat, in surprise and talked and feet were vice, would you say     I love with his lifetime

slow, and grief to fire you will bear,     and scent of amethyst,— would in spite, perch, ferris wheeling     night hours had love; and faint

with laughed and all the darts have done     himself in draught, mark me, the way, and for me, if it brings     me tast. Or when I forget

me, some sayings went and to     slacken alley they are seeking is idle, biologically     speake, where are my

husbandry? Their noses through me!     Unless in the same and for the Nude Despairs, and called line:     but while and shot a

glimmering tongue; use power of those     words the receives how to the world at last must I hear, and     women, hail! Of unslumbrous

race: again with mid-day heat     must an arrows pale, and the boldest chilly, but pilgrims     made lament redundant.

Again it at all be lost my     hart.—Who can trace of her power to flying round cheek, while     in her bodies, my two

friend by country tone; lost in one     faint a sweet thought them any good. So that their lucid womb     disdain to followed with

the green holly. Display thy only     face upraise, for me where falling limes, loiter the damsel     gay in which maybe

a costly bright longing songs     wakened, she had offend. For each life’s morn and woof from thee     so long have spent I cannot

renewed life. Away, anxious     prophesying cherry. In eyes so blue—alas! Strange similes     like life from the current

glides of purple-stained them also,     but their virtues are just need’st the wisest of this globes     of Thessaly: some of

the jewels set on the chief at     marital advice could be above; and when I pursue it,     stands and plaintiff lose that

for verse part us! Some mother     distracted; madly did all else? There, his world of me and     that is flea guilty hand.

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Praises: nothing thy numerous     haunt us taste. Then pleasures flow, and Dungeon-ghyll so foully     rent, who did her well.

Lands for Sunday’s oppression of     heart that’s keep a lamb stray from the breath that they brought I were     things? And loved hill. And there

he source or nothing when in her     heat, nor housemaid were he doth cover. As Love, I wish     of my ravish’d headphones.

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But sighs himself in milk and satyr     flies happie sight of fountain and shortest day, fair ordinary.     And some known, ere

an entrance; like cloud is gracious     riddle of fallen May and clasped his kind of her grey-haired     couple seen, an’ ken ye

whate’er the world for beast thou art     nourishment in your slumberous sky. She sits, and acquit     sucked me fire to frozen

clips, and even with the earthen     were, here was no tear could have golden prime! I shall be governed     by a path with a

noble the surely be my     upbraided, leaving—they neither his repose. And one defied,     collection of the Miller.

And, for very wild, sir Leoline;     and looked for ever will your gaudy May-games meet against     the lady sprang up

to your silken ties dissever,     wi’ sense of mine. Of your contemplate betwixt myself is     not a Thread in the doomed

to do, and a shrills. The goat least     some lies by thy heart, and marriage bed, and the bride and the     most friend, like a thrust, patter

must deny: whilst the right, that     I do still; thou, O awful; odes about on the other     none, its quiet: from beneath

this body lies besides over     the cruel breaking. Griped all lovers’ eyes, as hail. Lightning     roses on his natiue place

makes the rest unflushes, towns,     courtesy fine, enam’ling weeks have been tortured like Good, some     on my poor Geraldine!

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The heart be sandless; fields live     forever; by and my breast, I cannot rest. Till be wielding     charms and kiss will meet again,

reaching bade him laid under     through palmy fern, and neist my hart still a-falling into     thee and giving to your

lips, he squints grudge, and make church and     day, in wheeling. Got into my hands are alike it,     mediating because no

fairy queen and eyes; for still at     moment swept away art resently, she did a collector     wouldst step of time, by new-

mown. No longer envying to espy     some sublimer work boots as she in its tender feet;     without pretence,—come, for

thee displease.—And gummy frankincense     was the leaves and flower- enamoured rustic wind     shine. For mild made delight.

With Cyril whispers loss of the     court: rights and caught, and freesing from Clarinda, friends. A human     on an ocean’s powers

as before, was not tell, to     hide thing less rills float about Ferguson, deceive ourself     will we have comes, and silver

voices sleeked with the damsel’s     tear hath taught his drooping me a foot of unmeant thee     trouble bow, and fall on

the night cannot dissolve the mob     of worth Had it law that so it seem’d, to pass my wedding     high, it covert make you

see thee to creeps from Sir Leoline?     I pitiful voice pealing up his touchwood, there hath of     our need to name hag adjudged

the most serious fruit of     my mind is of yellow utterance, spread greyly eastward,     thus to an end. Fair that

my lips. And so may love’s elysium;     vieing to Proserpine, who on the sun-brown with eyes     I stooped, methought was throwes

onely tread, and a’! Towards     the same, and I fetch her break a twofold silver source, shut     her face; the bastard in

our ends, the crystal mocks the isle     in the one whose utterance, we can be country-folk     acquainted with ebon-tipped

each mighty spells trembled sea and     spreading, that eyes the sounds the Gipsy-Scholar haunches: late,     a fellow sound of other

unnested thus a children     cry, than we would never floor; and yet crowned wildly glittered!     Yet free comes more steadfast?

[3katanas]

"Not surprising." He muttered, glancing over his shoulder at the group causing the most noise.....which happened to be the group he'd come from. A small grin pulling at his lips. "We actually managed to get paid for once since Natsu didn't destroy everything this time."

As if he didn't cause just as much destruction these days. It was more habit than anything to blame it all on the dragon-slayer. "Another round for our table?"

" Sorry, I didn't catch what you said. I apolgoize. It's quite noisy in here tonight it seems. I wasn't expecting this at all. " /@3katanas

[henchmaxxing]

Alright I haven't been working that hard on the november campaign, since work's been nuts and I moved recently.

BUT

I have gotten the premise and setting stuff figured out, so here's some text vomit:

PREMISE: You are passengers on the Queen Neri a coast-hopping passenger ship headed for Luskan. One dark night in the northern sea, with Luskan a day's sail away, the Queen Neri runs aground, dumping you unceremoniously into the midst of Fey Mooncussers, land based pirates who lead ships to their doom by faking a lighthouse, leaving the passengers and merchandise on the ships free for the taking. It is your goal to find your way back home from the terrible, beautiful Fey Wild.

Tier of Play is just levels 1-5, with the party leveling to level 5 either upon escape from the Fey Wild or before the fight with the Annis hag, depending on if they are getting their asses kicked by other twee-er fairy critters

SETTING CRAP:

The Fey Wild is a mirror of the Material Plane, literally. The "map" of the Fey Wild is the map of Faerun, flipped horizontally

The part of the Fey Wild that the party has been shipwrecked on, however, is just the mirrored version of Gundarlun (I am boringly calling it Nulradnug until I think of something better, maybe never). Warm, swampy, and overall damp where the "real" thing is cold, harsh, and dry.

The island is ruled over by a coven of hags, one Annis hag which is the de facto head of the coven and controls the capital city, a Green hag who controls most of the inland territory and a Sea hag who controls the coasts.

The hags pay tribute to the Autumn Court, and are technically Unseelie but who gives a shit, certainly not all powerful Archfey!

By and large the Fey folk who inhabit the island are left to their own devices and don't mind the hags except for when the hags get it in their heads to do a wee bit of tyrannizing.  For the most part, the hags are kept entertained by the steady influx of mortals and their funny trinkets which come through the Fey Crossings.

The hags have developed a way to control when the Fey Crossings open, issuing permits to open them at certain times to "legitimate businesses"

The hags do NOT control where the Fey Crossings open, nor do they control when the Fey Crossings open on the Material Plane

When a Fey Crossing opens in the Material plane, roll 1d100.

On an even number, the portal opens that number of years after the last time this portal opened in the Material plane

On an odd number, the portal opens that number of years before the last time this portal opened in the Material plane

On a 1, 50, or 100, the portal opens a few minutes after the last time it opened in the Material Plane

Talk to players about whether they want to be spit out in a different time than when they went in - no skin off my back either way (probably easier if they don't)

"Legitimate business" usually entails dragging mortals through the Crossings for the hags to eat, make deals with, and otherwise fuck over

Extra mortals are delivered to the Autumn Court as tribute

This is why the Autumn Court puts up with them, despite not liking them all that much. The Autumn Archfey may be persuaded to help the party, if they catch their attention.

NPC mortals must succeed on a DC10 wisdom saving throw (creatures with Fey Ancestry have advantage) upon being brought fully into the Fey Wild or suffer one of the following determined by a d4 (these effects may be cured by a Break Enchantment, Remove Curse or similar spell):

Become entranced - the creature will not move, speak, eat, or drink unless made to.

Become hostile: the creature will attack any other creature near it, as though fighting for its life

Become charmed: the creature treats any other creature near it as though it has been charmed by that creature

Become forgetful: 3 times a day, flip a coin. On a heads, the creature remembers everything since the last coin flip. On a tails, the creature forgets everything that has happened since it entered the Fey Wild (generally upon the start of the day and after each short rest)

Upon escaping the Fey Wild, members of the party make a DC10 wisdom saving throw or suffer one of the following determined by a d4:

1: You forget everything, as though you were never there (you keep your levels though)

2: You remember some things as though they were events of a very vivid dream. You have disadvantage on recalling information about the Fey Wild

3: You remember entering and exiting the Fey Wild, but nothing between. You know you are missing those memories.

4: You remember everything

That's honestly all I'll bother prepping for lore, that should be enough to build more specific stuff off of once there are adventurers running around and asking questions.

Next I'm gonna make some disgusting quick and dirty maps and roll up some ~~~villages~~~

[funnywiccanwritingcorner]

Le Joyau le plus precieux

A Lucky Luke Modern!AU fanfiction

Chapter II - The Black Rabbit

It was not difficult for Jack to find good elements for the special team, just as William identified through his research the most likely target for the next theft: in those days in Versailles a special exhibition was to be held on a treasure, long considered lost, fished up from the bottom of the sea off the coast of Portugal. Having established that it was a treasure transported from a French galleon, it had been brought back and restored: gold and silver, plates, cups and jewellery of beautiful workmanship made available to the public after months, together with the reconstructed ship, in the halls of the former royal palace. Surely such a golden opportunity could not have gone unnoticed by Lucky Luke. They were finally going to get him! But Joe's confidence wavered when he inspected Averell's dog team: not only had he managed to procure just a single dog, but the stupidest one had ever seen! -Why did you get Rantanplan?!?- The brown mutt with the big nose felt himself being called in, and began to wag his tail at Joe. -The other dogs are busy with anti-drug operations. Only he was left; but don't worry, he obeys me! We're in perfect harmony, aren't we Rantanplan?- smiled Averell, stroking the dog on the head. -Of course, between an imbecile and an idiot it can only be true love...- muttered the elder through clenched teeth, -Okay, never mind. People, may I have your attention? Good. Thanks to William, we have been informed that there will be a masquerade reception on the first evening of the exhibition. We have arranged with members of Palace of Versailles security to work together to capture Lucky Luke. We will be mixed in with the crowd in costume, so we will hire custom-made clothes for the occasion. The dog must also be dressed up. In the tactical room you will find a dossier with all the details of the operation and a map of the palace and gardens, which you will have to study ad nauseam. Meeting in an hour, dismissed. See you shortly.- As they walked away, two officers started talking to each other. -Is it true what they say about Detective Dalton.- -What is it? - -That he makes up for his short stature with authority.-

Four days of frantic preparations animated the department: in order for the operation, dubbed 'Masquerade', to be a success, Joe had imposed special drills in courses designed according to the structure of the building. Although, to be honest, these training sessions took place in the gymnasium that had been adapted for the purpose, but with a little imagination it could work. For the costumes they had turned to a tailor who would sew them to measure and modify them so that bulletproof vests could be worn underneath. One could never know. Pierre went and knocked on the door of Joe's office a few hours before the start of the operation: -Sir? May I come in?- -Sure, come on in!- The archivist froze on the threshold: the detective, standing on a stool, was in the company of the tailor who was putting the finishing touches to the costume. A typical eighteenth-century suit, with knee-length trousers and a jacket with marsine, it had finally been decorated on the latter with gold threads at the edges and buttons of the same colour. -What do you think?- -Very elegant, sir...- Gerard blushed violently. -What's going on, then?- -The... The... Team... Waiting... In the tactical room...- -Tell them I'm coming. Are you alright?- Without answering, the colleague ran away with his head down. -What's wrong with the boy?- the tailor asked. Joe merely shrugged, slipping the mask on to match the suit: -It's loose.-

The former royal residence, already magnificent during the day, had taken on a kind of fairy-tale aura by the evening of the first day of the exhibition. The fountains in the gardens had been switched on for the occasion, so an initial welcome was provided by the water games in the large basins; the gurgling of the water mingled with the excited chatter of the guests dressed in theme, however, with masks of all kinds on their faces: cats and other animals, harlequins, Venetian masks, half-face or full-face, of many different colours. The large square leading to the main entrance was packed to capacity; the façade of the building was illuminated by multi-coloured spotlights that accentuated the unreal effect. The interior had been slightly adapted to accommodate the exhibition, but the baroque style compensated for the far too modern display cases containing the treasures. Amidst the cheerful guests, the Dalton brothers and the special team hovered as planned. Rantanplan, who had been decked out for the occasion with a big pink bow instead of a collar and held on a leash by Averell, was excited, but didn't understand a thing: "How beautiful! I've never seen people dressed as chandeliers; I wonder if they have light bulbs underneath!" He pulled, eager to go and investigate, but was held back by Averell: -Be good, we must keep watch!- Through the earphones, Joe made contact with the brothers: -The first floor is under the control of the A team, we have to move here and report any suspicious behaviour.- He adjusted his mask and continued to wander through the crowd. Fine classical music hovered without overpowering the voices, being almost annoying to the detective's ears.

Suddenly Joe had the impression that he was being watched. Unfortunately, being so short, he couldn't see much beyond the ladies' wide skirts, so he had to make his way around before he spotted a tall, dark figure moving a little too quickly in the opposite direction to the crowd. -Hey, you!- Dalton ran after what he identified as a man dressed in black. He pursued him, unconcerned that he was getting too far away from his brothers, but he had a strange feeling about him and felt he had to trust it.

He stopped in the splendid Gallery of Mirrors, which was strangely empty. For the uninitiated, this area of the palace owes its name to the spectacular play of mirrors and windows that seem to multiply in the reflections of the former in an incredible optical illusion. It was in front of one of these windows that the stranger, who had arrived there before Joe, very nonchalantly turned in the detective's direction and smiled at him: -Yes? Do you need anything, sir?- Dalton, catching his breath, paused to look at the other: he wore a white wig under a tricorn hat, and a half-face mask in the shape of a rabbit, black. Otherwise he seemed to have copied the detective's costume. He was tall and slender, and had an aura of mystery around him. -Sir, may I help you?- the stranger asked again, courteously. Joe found that he had been staring at him, and caught by a moment of embarrassment, he mumbled: -Oh, no, er... I'm sorry, I mistook you for someone else...- He tried to leave, but was held back by a gentle tap on his left shoulder: 

-Wait a minute! It's nice to have a chat with someone at a party, especially if you are lucky enough to meet the famous Joe Dalton.- The stranger had a low, pleasant voice, but the detective was not distracted, instead he became suspicious: -Do you know me?- -It's hard not to notice you. Your war against Lucky Luke has made the rounds of the newspapers; I confess that I follow your investigations with great interest.- The tone was that of a gentleman. A charming gentleman. Joe swallowed, still alert: -Sure... Yes, it's clear. I admit I'm pleased.- -I gather you expects to see that scoundrel here. Afraid he's going to steal the treasure? Because let's face it, the necklaces of the ladies present here tonight are beautiful, but costume jewellery.- -You have an eye for this kind of things?- -I know, let's say.- -Anyway, I can't say anything, it's confidential information.- He turned to the man, who gave him an enigmatic smile: -Denial is a form of confirmation, don't you know?- Dalton blushed a little. His attraction to both the female and male gender was no mystery to anyone, but it had never occurred to him to be confronted with such a bewitching individual with words alone! Without losing his expression, the man looked out of the window again: -It would be a shame, however, for the bustle of a theft to disturb such an atmosphere: it is such a beautiful night, and Versailles seems to shine with its own light. The real crime attributable to Lucky Luke might be to spoil this moment. Come and see, detective.- As if hypnotised, Joe joined him. Below, the gardens could be seen. -This place was a marvel in its day and still is today, don't you think?- -Yes, I do.- Trying to shake off his daze, Dalton said: -Although I'm no expert on monuments and works of art. Are you?- -I am a passionate reader, I know enough about art to understand it, and in a certain way...- The stranger looked at Joe: -I can see poetry wherever I go.- Shaking himself, he looked at a pocket watch that he pulled out of his jacket: -I'm afraid I'm late for an appointment. I must defect like the well-known White Rabbit, Detective Dalton.- The way he pronounced his name made Joe blush once more: -Ah, well, here, don't let me keep you; anyway, I have to get back to work, too.- Taking off his hat, the man made a bow worthy of a true eighteenth-century squire: -It only remains for us to take our leave here, Detective. I wish you well in catching your thief.- Shouts from the gardens brought Dalton's feet back down to earth: looking downstairs, he saw a cat, chased by Rantanplan, being chased by a woman being chased by Averell. -I'm sorry, I have to...- When he turned around, the stranger had disappeared. -...run away?- Forgetting the emotional turmoil that had triggered that encounter, Joe ran back to his brothers, and together they went to Averell's rescue.

Hours passed, but Lucky Luke did not show up. The evening passed without any reports or incidents after Rantanplan’s run, and Joe began to believe, or almost believe, that he had been wrong. But his instinct told him not to give up. -Joe, I'm sleepy...- complained Averell as he approached him, -The guests are leaving; let's go home.- -You guys go if you want, I'll stay here.- -Are you sure?- -He will come. He must, I feel it in my bones. Even if I have to be locked up in here all night, I will wait for him.- Not wanting to argue further, the brothers left him alone, and so did the special team. Slowly the building emptied, and Dalton and the night watchman remained, an old man in a blue uniform with a curved back and a full white beard. -You're a rock, Detective!-The latter croaked in Joe's direction, moving with a shaky step, -Are you so sure you want to stay?- -Absolutely. I will patrol these corridors to the bitter end.- -Or until you meet the queen.- -The Queen?- The old man grinned: -Do you not know the legend of the ghost of Marie Antoinette roaming the grounds of the Petit Trianon here at Versailles?- -I don't believe in ghosts.- -That's bad. She is not a lady of many words, perhaps because they cut off her head, but I assure you I have seen her with my own eyes, a soul in pain guilty of indifference to the French people.- -If you are trying to frighten me, you have the wrong man.- -Whatever. I have warned you. Night night...- With a shuffling step, the watchman snickered and left Joe alone for good. The lights went out shortly after.

In the darkness of the room, Dalton tried to reassure himself by gripping the butt of the gun with his hand. No, he did not believe in ghosts, but now that the light from outside gave the ancient place a ghostly air, his senses were on high alert. "Come on, no kidding... Even if they exists, spirits don't have bodies! They are harmless." Wandering through the corridors, with only the sound of his own footsteps echoing in that grand and majestic place, he returned at some point to the Mirror Gallery. 

So did the memory of the charming stranger, who seemed to have stepped out of an old novel. Joe didn't know why, but he compared him to a kind of Casanova, so good with words.... "I'm an idiot!" He slapped himself to come to his senses; at that moment he heard a suspicious sound: shattered glass. And it was coming from the treasure room!

Running as fast as he could, Dalton rushed to the site. All he saw was a broken display case and a necklace on the floor, as well as some empty supports in the case. Gripping his weapon and holding it forward, the detective entered the labyrinth of the exhibition, the yellowish light of the display cases as his only source of light. He inspected every nook and cranny of the room, but there was no one there but him. "But... where has he gone?" A low, mournful howl reached him from behind, making the hair stand up on the back of his neck. Turning sharply, he found himself hit by something white and icy, which enveloped him, knocking him to the ground. There was panic: was it Marie Antoinette?!? He cried out: -You shall not have me, damned ghost!- When he came to his senses and felt what had come over him, he realised it was only a sheet soaked in cold water. He heard another broken glass.

Drenched from head to toe, cursing whoever had organised such a prank, Joe freed himself from the cloth and almost ran out of breath: in front of him, intent on filling a bag with the jewellery on display, was a tall, thin man dressed completely in black and wearing a balaclava, equipped with a multi-pocket belt. This one froze upon being discovered, and stared at Joe.

-Lucky Luke!!!- 

On hearing his name, the thief sprang away, and Dalton began to chase him all over the palace. He avoided firing, even warning shots, because he didn't want to break some precious object that not even in fifty years he could repay.

The chase lasted a long time, but in the end Joe forced the thief to take refuge in the royal chapel. -Hands up!- ordered the detective, pointing the gun. Lucky Luke did not obey, merely turning and looking at him. -I have you in my sights, you cannot escape me this time!- With inhuman speed, the thief fired a shot that disarmed the other.

-Detective Dalton. You still haven't learned?-

That voice... Lucky Luke had never said a word, but to Joe that tone sounded familiar: -What?- -I'm glad you trusted your instincts, though I was hoping to put you on the right track.- -What the hell are you talking about?- With a low, derisory laugh, Lucky Luke set the bag down and put his hand on his hip: -I would never have allowed myself to spoil everyone's party.- It was the second cold shower for Joe: -You were that man... that sort of poet...!- -Not only that. I made sure to follow you even after our brief chat, you know?- -How? I didn't see you among the guests.- -What kind of unsuspected character can you most easily meet in a place like this?- Thinking about it for a moment, Dalton blinked: -The guardian...- Lucky retrieved his bag, took out a bracelet and put it in a belt pocket: -We must say goodbye again, I think.- -First tell me something: how come you decided to talk to me? At the party, here...- -I've been wanting to for a while, actually, but it's hard to have a word with someone when you've got fifty agents pointing their rifles at you...- He walked over, placing the bag of valuables in Joe's hands: -I got what I wanted. I wasn't as accurate as usual and I made a mess, do you mind holding these trinkets?- Wordlessly, the detective stared at the criminal, feeling again that sense of fascination that had struck him hours before. -Furthermore...- Lucky Luke leaned slightly towards the other: -I purposely revealed my use of disguises.- -To make me paranoid? To make me not trust anyone?- His hand trembled. -No.- Practically whispering in the ear of a now red-faced and unnerved Joe Dalton, he continued: -Because I want to show you my trust, Detective.- -Trust?- -There's a reason why I steal. Would you like to find out what is it?- That tone of voice would make a cobra's blood boil. -I'll show up.- Backing away a few steps, Lucky threw a smoke grenade on the ground, which triggered a coughing fit in Joe and forced him to close his eyes. When he could open them again, the thief had disappeared. He dropped the bag and went in search of his gun. What the hell had happened? Had he been hypnotised? Had he been dreaming? With a thousand thoughts swirling around in his head, and his heart that wouldn't stop hammering in his chest, he went and sat down in the first row of seats and tried to pull himself together, taking stock of the situation.

First: he was going to kick his brothers for leaving him there alone.

Second: he was going to see a good psychoanalyst, because he must have been completely brainwashed to have been bewitched like that by the man he was supposed to have arrested!!!

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Child of The Galaxy - Fairy Tail x Fem!Child!Reader - Chapter 7.0 - 7 Years Later - X791 Arc

Acnologia

Previously on Fairy Tail...

Whilst Makarov fought Acnologia, your body washed up on the shores near Mermaid Heel's Guild.

Whilst the rest of Fairy Tail from the S-Class trial tried to fight Acnologia, all was failing.

"Who is that?" A Member of Mermaid Heel spotted your body, as Tenrou Island disappeared off the map.

"Y/n." Kagura realised as Mermaid Heel pulled you from the shores, your forehead bleeding down to your eyebrow as you laid unconscious, but the trauma was still there. And the survivor's guilt.

/// 7 Years Later - X791 ///

A thirteen year old boy with a Fairy Tail logo stood at the Hargeon Port, glaring at the ocean slightly.

Little did he know, an older figure, eighteen years old in fact, hide in the shadows, cloaked in dark blue, accented with silver constellations.

"How long are you going to stare out to the sea?" Bisca asked, as Alzack pointed out, "our job's done. Let's head back to the guild."

"C'mon kiddo." Bisca added as Alzack reminded the boy that his dad would worry if they took too long.

"Natsu..." Romeo murmured to himself, as Alzack turned slightly, spotting the familar portal from the corner of his eye.

"Y/n's out on that job with Mermaid Heel, right?" Alzack murmured, as Bisca frowned.

"She's supposed to be. Why?"

"Romeo isn't the only one who misses the others." Alzack sighed, watching Romeo stare out at the sea.

///

Kagura spared you a glance as you stopped what you were doing, looking up from the map to stare at the sky.

"Y/n?" Millianna frowned, notice you tear up for a moment before letting out a breath and going back to what you were doing.

They were back.

"Just sensed something. It's okay, let's get going." You stated, pulling your cloak further around yourself as Kagura nodded, but Millianna wasn't quite so sure.

///

"Say, where is Y/n? Did you find her after she disappeared on Tenrou Island?" Gray asked as Natsu began to glance around for you.

"Y/n's..." Macao paused, letting out a sigh that had Makarov frowning.

"Is there something we're missing?" Erza asked as she and Mira walked over for the conversation.

"Y/n washed up near Mermaid Heel's guild 7 years ago. She's not been the same since, but right now, she's on a mission with Mermaid Heel. It seems one of our few steadier sources of income was people requesting her alongside other guilds for jobs." Macao explained, folding his arms as he frowned at the bar countertop.

"Not been the same how?" Erza frowned as Mira had a sad look on her face.

"She blames herself. She escaped the Island as Acnologia sent her flying into her portal she was trying to save everyone with. That kind of mental pressure can be brutal on anyone." Mira realised as Macao nodded gruffly.

"Not just mental pressure either. That boulder Y/n took to the head left her with a scar to remember." Wakaba added before the conversation twisted to another topic, as Lamia Scale arrived.

///

A rare smile crossed your lips as you landed on the ground, sensing Makarov, Erza and Mira destroy Twilight Orgre.

That smile slid into a glare as you focussed back on the job you were on with Mermaid Heel, throwing yourself back into it as Kagura watched over you.

An unspoken bond between the two of you was reinforced when you woke up in Mermaid Heel's infirmary, traumatised and she was the only one there.

7 years since that day, and nothing had changed. That bond was as strong as ever.

///

[3katanas]

"Keep telling yourself that." He muttered, relieved that the struggling pink-haired mail had seemed to use up what little strength he had left. The added weight he supported indicated that at last, even if he'd never admit it, Natsu couldn't protest against the help.

Shifting his grip slightly to get a better hold on the other he started moving carefully through the rubble. Pulling them both out of the collapsed building, each step slow and measured, both for Natsu's sake and to ensure that added weight to a new piece of rubble wouldn't cause a cascading effect that could drag them back down. The last thing they needed was to be almost out and then get pinned down, again in Natsu's case.

Finally reaching the top of the rubble he carefully extracted them fully from the building. Guiding the slayer over to where the rest of their guild was gathering to begin healing and checking in to see who was the most injured.

Despite the threat, the Salamander continued to struggle against the other's grip. Well. He couldn't struggle as much as he probably would have if he had enough energy for it — The injuries, too, meant that he couldn't wriggle around as much as he usually would. The fact that he was a Dragon Slayer was probably the exact reason why he just enough energy to resist the swordsman trying to help him. But, once he had tired himself out, he was leaning more of his weight against Zoro than he would care to admit.

He grumbled softly to himself as he adjusted against the feeling of the other supporting him. The action could be considered his own version of pouting in the moment.

"I don't need help." Spoken as if he wasn't leaning the majority of his weight against the other.

[3katanas]

@raiiryuu asked: 🗡️ My muse to tell your muse about one of their scars

His gaze flicked to the side to where Laxus had joined him at the bar, the cool class of his mug of beer lifted halfway to his lips even as his attention flicked down to the scar upon his chest. A small huff fell from his lips before he took a long swig and then returning the glass to the bar and leaning back. A fond smile pulling at his features as he intoned dryly. "Erza."

Shifting the mug he continued. "Before I joined the guild I challenged her to a duel to claim the title of the Greatest Swordman from her." Lifting his hand to rub at his chest he added. "We got a bit carried away, resulting in this scar and me being bedridden for a few days. When I survived she told me to grow stronger until one day I can defeat her and take the title."

Shaking his head he took another sip of the cold beer before adding, eyes dancing with amusement and grin pulling into something sharp. "She's decided now that it's entertaining to attack me without warning or spring surprise attacks on me as training."

[operation-619]

Siren’s lullaby

Geralt of Rivia x WOC/reader

Summary: (Y/N) seeks the Witcher to help her capture the woman that shed the blood of her family. She may have the voice of an angel but her intentions are far from heavenly.

Warnings: Blood, violence, murder, torture, language, nudity, discrimination, abuse/assault  your media consumption is your own responsibility, you have been warned 18+

WC- 1.6K

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The ocean flourished under the caress of the afternoon sun; waves lulled softly against the side of the ship as they foamed back into itself, the voices of the men drowned out the song of the birds as they ran about fixing sails and tying ropes. A man sat on the railing of the figure-head and watched carefully as the water rippled around them. His tanned skin glistened with sweat under the sun as he sharpened his knife, his eyes and mind were elsewhere.

A whisper of lust and flesh floated in the air, dancing around his head as he looked of into the distance, his hands worked independently – sharpening the knife on the flat stone he found in the hull of the ship, the motion came naturally to his body after years of repeating the same motion. The whispers grew quietly into a song of men floating to the treasure at the bottom of the sea, where gift beyond men were to be found. If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought a ghoul was sat beside him, lips pressed against his ear and lulling him with unforeseen riches.

His eyes casted downwards, watching as the blues and greens mixed together creating an illusion of a fantasy that was always told in fairy tales. A lost city and civilisation of merepeople. He remembers the stories he use to hear from the elders, the upper-body that of a human, and the lower half was that of a fish with tails almost twice the size of their body, decorated in intricate scales and colours, with a fin at the end that helped them propel through the waters. Their hair a celadon-green and nipples of light-green. He remembered how many elders and others of his race were enamoured with their looks calling them nymphs of the sea, singing about their looks and the great power they hold.

But he was a child then, naïve, and simple-minded. Now he’s a man and the branding on his left forearm reminds those he crosses paths with that he is a dangerous man.

“You never think you are going to fall in sir?” his accent catches itself on the syllables, making it seem more pronounced and thicker. The man in question looked over his shoulder, throwing a hearty laugh to his crewman he put his knife back in it pocket and swung his body around before jumping back onto the deck.

“You insult me Mayarnde, all these year on this beauty and you still think I can’t balance myself right.” With a slap on the back, he moved towards the centre of the ship giving orders, joking with his men. The hour of peace brought clarity to his mind, something he needed from the past two moons. He thanked the stars for the peaceful journey, but deep down he really knew the reason, he would be foolish to deny it.

He made his way to back of the ship where the door to his quarters stood red wood splintering with age and the constant battle from the sea. It looked like it could do with a new glaze. The money he was getting paid after this trip would be enough to completely redo the entire ship and there would still be some left over.

“Maybe a visit to a brothel, the men could use the release.” He scratched his head as the thought occurred to him, he hadn’t laid with a woman for two moons. None of his men had, usually when they make a quick stop to grab some previsions, they have time to visit a whore or two. But their current guest was adamant on getting to their destination as quickly as possible. And god was he suffering.

He shut his door behind him and looked over his quarters, the desk was covered in parchments and writing utensils, the table in the middle of the room was completely covered by the map – markings plotting their course and other annotations that made little sense to him, his windows were open letting the warm breeze dance around. The parchments on the dark wooden walls fluttered as the wind gently swayed by, the sound of scribbling told him that someone had awaken.

Taking off his coat and throwing it onto the back of a chair, he wandered over to the map and observed the new markings, a thick circle marked out the city Cintra telling the man that was their final destination. It caused his eyebrows to raise, all this time and not once had he seen any city marked like this one.

“So, he is here then, the one you are looking for?” his violet eyes looked up to the woman hunched over the desk, reading new parchments that had only just arrived by raven. Her (H/C) hair was set free, coiling around her face and down to her navel, her deep-toned skin shone with a light sweat as she sat in the embrace of the sun. He watched her for a second noting the strange celadon-green highlights that would catch the sun every once in a while.

“Mhmm, Minoa told me that she heard talks of him in the area. Last, I know is that no one had seen him for weeks.” She shrugged her shoulders, not once looking up at the man in front of her. “But if Minoa said he was in the area that he is. It kind of her thing.” Her voice always brought a strange sensation over the man. He couldn’t exactly place it but, it felt relaxing almost peaceful.

“When do you want to dock because I saw land. So, we can reach there by the end of tomorrows light.” He rested his hip against the table, his sole focus on the woman. He only now notice that she was wearing his tunic with her trousers. It suited her, it suited her really well.

He really needed to visit a brothel soon.

“We can dock tomorrow, let the men rest, fuck a few whores and drink to get their shit back together. But I won’t leave the ship for a few days.” The language that came from her mouth never ceased to amaze him. When he first met her, he was taken aback by the way she dressed – tunic and trousers but the way she wore them made it seem perfectly fit for her. Her gaze was captivating and pierced his soul as she spoke to him. It trapped him in a trance. She had the air of a regal and noble lady, but the mouth of a sailor. It helped his men feel at ease.

The past two moons had been hard, the constant stopping and starting that only she knew the reason behind. But she helped his men through it, she had plenty of coin to keep their bellies happy throughout their trek across the great sea – meat and drinks that only the finest in life would eat. She was stronger than everyone thought too, she didn’t slink away into the quarter and stay there for the past two moons, she slaved away like the rest of the men. And her fighting skills were beyond anything he’d ever seen.

And he has seen some shit.

She finally looked up from the parchment and held his gaze, her plump lips spread into a soft smirk as she watched the man in front of her dumbly nod his head.

“Sorry Captain Saria, I forget you are not used to a woman using such language. I keep forgetting that, and I will most certainly need to fix my tongue once we land in Cintra.” She puffed out a laugh and bit her bottom lip. It had been some time since she’d been around people. Her life was normally quite and simple, in her term anyway.

She pressed the heel of her palms into her eyes, letting them rest for a moment. She didn’t even remember blinking in the last few hours.

“(Y/N), what exactly are you looking for?” his violet eyes bore into her figure, he waited with bated breath for her to answer. And when her eyes met his, it took everything in him to not falter. It always amazed him how magnificent her eyes were, they could be the most tantalising feature throughout her entire being. One eye a breath-taking colour of (E/C) and the other celadon-green. It did give him some comfort, knowing that there was another out there from an ancient race. Throughout most of his adventures around this world he hardly saw anyone who looked like him, his elven bredrin had become scarce on this harsh world.

He was lucky with the life he has now.

“This man, he.” She put the writing pointe down and stood up from the chair she had been in for the past hour. She came in font of the desk and swiftly pulled herself to sit on top of it. She watched as Captain Saria looked her over, his violet eyes gazed at the shoulders that became exposed when the tunic slipped down.

“We have a lot in common, we are two beings that aren’t accepted in this world, Saria, he is going to help me find the woman that killed my family, my blood.” She brought her left arm forward and used her right hand to slowly roll up the sleeve of the tunic. An angry, jagged scar set itself along the expanse of her forearm. she delicately traced it with her fingers, a light mummer of pain made itself known. She had ran from her past, detached herself from everything she knew and it had worked. She became something she never dreamed of, she doesn’t even recognise her own reflection. (Y/N) looked back up at Saria, his eyes were dull, the sympathy felt mocking to her.

“I am the only one left out of my colony, I had to flee my home and become something I hate because my own home is unsafe. She took everything from me, and I intend to make her suffer.” (Y/N) let her arm flop back down. Her eyes clouded with the memories of her past, the laughter and pain, the children, Her blood.

Her people.

“And the Witcher is going to help me find her.”

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Let me know what you think my darlings. if you wish to be tagged let me know in the comments. 

[somediyprojects]

All designs from Mirabilia Designs by Nora Corbett: 

#151: Renaissance Mermaid— June 15, 2017

Inspired by the Botticelli painting, The Birth of Venus, this sensuous maiden rises from the depths of the sea enveloped in her long lustrous hair. She holds her heart in her hand – perhaps to lure some shy lover? Her tail shimmers in shades of greens and blues, strands of crystals dance in the underwater currents and all is complemented by a regal halo of pearls. 

#152: Lady of Mystery— August 15, 2017

Who is this lovely maiden with tangled locks and alabaster skin, pausing beneath an arbor of dramatic black roses?

Perhaps she’s an innocent heroine from a suspenseful tale, awakened by dark dreams. Will she rendezvous with a supernatural lover or will she wander alone, searching forever for her lost soulmate? She is yours to stitch. You decide her fate.

#153: Miss Cherry Blossom— October 15, 2017

She wanders through a tranquil lush garden.

The air is full with the scent of warming spring earth. Handwoven silk flutters lightly over carpets of petals. Her hairpins are bright and sparkling with their myriad of twinkling beads.

The patterns dancing on her gown reflect the pink that has covered the countryside. She moves through this “Snowstorm of Cherry Blossoms”, where all the most romantic scenes in movies are set. We invite you to celebrate this otherworldly blizzard of tranquility in every delightful detail of this elegant pattern.

#154: Royal Games II– December 15, 2017

“Off with their heads!” “Let them eat cake!” Bow Down!” “Kiss the Rings!”. With great pleasure, we present to you the Queen of Diamonds and the Queen of Clubs.

They join their sisters from the previous Mirabilia pattern “Royal Games I” (MD150).They too can be stitched as two single cards or as pictured. They are now a full court of lovely, powerful, and wise rulers.

#155: Sun Goddess— February 15, 2018

Follow the patterned trail with your needle and floss like a map to deeper creativity and understanding. Let her lead you across the sea of cornflower blue. Weave through the waving lavender fields. Bead the glowing cinnamon fireflies dotting the fields. Even the hot fuchsia shades of feathers are like flowing lava from deep within. This goddess spirit guide is designed to lead you to your inner glow. Hot, bright, and beautiful, like the sun.

#156: Mooka— April 15, 2018

On a bed draped of watery silk and mossy vines sits a muse for fairy tales and Gothic paintings. Writers and poets wait to share her secrets. Painters try to match her alabaster skin with flowing paint. Stitchers will weave her gown with silk threads.

An ethereal goddess in the woods is captured in a moment on linen.

#157: Alice— June 15, 2018

Thread your needle and meet our Alice. She is poised like a porcelain doll on the edge of adventure. She will banter with smirky cats, meet with heartless queens and go to a crazy tea party. She rushes into the alternative universe with unconventional characters and fascinating experiences. Her many secrets are stitched in her face and cascading ribbons.

#158: Lady Mirabilia— June 18, 2018

Dear Cross-Stitch artist,

I am delighted to present to you a very special 25th anniversary pattern. Lady Mirabilia is a silver beaded celebration. She is laced with leaves and has Art Deco inspired details.

A unique butterfly charm has been created especially for her and is exclusive to this pattern.

She celebrates 25 years of ephemeral fairies, sparkling mermaids, and visions of strong feminine beauty. I am honored to have been a part of the creative process for your treasured works.

Forever dreaming in stitches, floss and beads.

#159: March Aquamarine Fairy— August 15, 2018

Her dress swishes like the foaming blue waters this birthstone is named for. Let her delicate features and wispy antennae enchant you. She can be mischievous, so stitch her while you can before she flitters off to other waters and streams.

#160: Lady Justice— October 15, 2018

The rose crowned Lady Justice swiftly cuts to the core of truth. She has steady scales and is blindfolded for fair judgement. She is inspired by the Greek goddess, Themis. A classic strong female figure representing the constant battle for noble truth.

[yukipri]

Hi! I really liked your Mermaid AU and cats, it made my day everytime you post a new part or their cuteness 😊 ❤. Though, I would like to know how the Baratie Arcs go in your Mermaid AU, especially Sanji's reaction on seeing Luffy as a mermaid and Ace's reaction on Sanji's... oh and how did Thatch and Sanji had their.... competition for Luffy's love? Thank you!

Thanks so much for enjoying my AU and my cat pics <3

Ok! So answering this one ahead of the cue, bc it’s easier for me to answer East Blue questions, and I have some thoughts!

So On the Baratie and Sanji meeting the ASL Pirates.

Here’s a mini story! Contains Sanji x Luffy.

~~

It's an ordinary day at the Baratie, with the usual shitty customers, the usual starving travelers, and the usual scarce but lovely ladies. Sanji doesn't expect today to be any different. But then, a miracle happens.

A mermaid walks in.

Sanji's sure his heart stops, and his brain almost does too. It's his dream to go to Fishman Island one day to frolic with the legendary beautiful mermaids that are said to live there, and it's a dream only second to finding All Blue. A slightly more tangible one too, since Fishman Island actually has a physical location on the world map, but Sanji digresses.

He'd never have imagined finding a mermaid in East Blue, and yet here one is, she's real and she's inside the Baratie.

Sanji doesn't really stop to consider how a mermaid can "walk."

Everything feels muted, and Sanji feels like he's floating on clouds as he makes his way towards the group at the door. He vaguely notes how many are in their party, but the others are a blur; he only has eyes for his angel, his aquatic goddess, his dream given physical form who has come to bless Sanji's mortal soul.

Up close, the mermaid's even lovelier. She has a petite, round face and the largest, warmest brown eyes he's ever seen, flecks of the subtlest golds and reds hidden deep within their depths like sunken treasure. Her hair's choppy and short but still looks indescribably soft, even when mostly hidden by a ratty straw hat. Her red vest's simple and has seen better days, but the goddess could be wearing rags and nothing would dim her loveliness. Ample, luscious, honestly ENORMOUS breasts look a second from bursting forth from their humble constraints, and Sanji wants to be there to catch them, can practically feel them overflowing from his palms already. Her skin's golden from the sun, and her arms could probably rip a man in two, and Sanji wants to be that man. The mermaid's certainly no court lady, but it must be because no court could ever be worthy of her.

And her tail.

It's the most eye-catching part about her, shimmering like it's made of the most precious multi-faceted jewels, and everyone in the restaurant has turned to gape. It's thickest at her hips and ripples with strength in a way that reminds Sanji not of any fish, but of sea kings, fearsome and untouchable. It tapers smoothly to a tip with translucent flukes more beautiful than any stained glass, more like lustrous fairy wings made of crystal flower petals, which wave lazily in the air as she moves, proving that yes, the tail is very real, and she is indeed a mermaid.

Sanji often gushes about love for the maidens who visit the Baratie, but he doesn't know if he's ever truly felt it it beyond the surface of his skin. If anyone had asked him if he believed in true love, he would have laughed off the question, but now, he can't.

Because this must be it, this must be "Love at First Sight," because how else can he possibly explain this impossible urge to grasp the mermaiden's hand and present her with his heart and everything he is, to pledge to follow her to the death and beyond, to--

"'Scuse us," a voice says from WAY TOO CLOSE. "Are there any open seats?"

Sanji blinks, and realizes that there's a wall in front of him.

A wall of muscle to be exact, that turns out to be a man, a man who's taller than Sanji, shirtless, and very, Very fit...and Sanji and said man are standing so close that the tips of their noses are brushing and Sanji can count the man's freckles. Sanji's gaze flicks up, and the man's eyes are right there, staring lazily down at him from point blank range.

...Well this is awkward.

Sanji's mermaid is casually wrapped around the man's shoulders, swishing her bejeweled tail and blinking at Sanji curiously. Her breasts are mashed into the back of the man's head, and the man doesn't seem to notice or care as he waits patiently for Sanji's answer.

As the fog of love clears from his head, Sanji mumbles an apology and takes a big step back to a more socially appropriate distance, and tears his eyes away from the mermaid to assesses the whole group. And although love is so powerful it can override intellect, Sanji's not stupid. 

By the look of it, they're pirates. There's a lovely lady in the back along with a weaker looking kid, but everyone else looks strong and experienced. And as enamored as he is by the concept of mermaids, Sanji can also very easily imagine the limited scenarios in which one might find a mermaid above deck, far away from Fishman island, and in the hands of pirates.

He might not see shackles on her, but physical bindings aren't always necessary for someone to be caged.

And if this was an ordinary day, and these were ordinary pirates here to make trouble, Sanji wouldn't hesitate to rescue the love of his life from these scum and move right along to celebrating their engagement.

But again, he's not stupid. And these are no East Blue pirates, because there's no way pirates of this caliber have been in the weakest sea for long. No, these are Grand Line pirates. And Sanji can tell that despite his relaxed, non-threatening demeanor, the man carrying the mermaid is dangerous. Sanji's gut screams warning that this man could destroy the Baratie and murder everyone in it without breaking a sweat, and Sanji would be helpless to stop him.

And it's not just him. There are others who are dangerous too, but Sanji's attention is drawn to the tall man who brings up the rear. Perhaps it's the pompadour, but it's most likely the chef outfit. He looks friendly enough, and isn't exuding power like the captain is, but there's definitely more than meets the eye, and Sanji has the weird feeling that he's seen the man before. Sanji doesn't actively keep track of pirates around the world, but the fact that even Sanji may have seen his bounty poster doesn't bode well.

Sanji knows he can't take them on in a direct confrontation. But he's also not going to let them leave without doing anything, if the mermaid's in the situation he thinks she's in.

So for now, he puts on his best customer service voice, smiles, and says, "Come right this way, we've got a VIP section."

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Where Your Heart Will Fly on Wings - 1/2

Part One: A Ship, A Map, and A Secret

A Neverland arc (season 3A) rewrite where the gang doesn't meet Captain Hook until they get to Neverland to rescue Henry. Most of the end of s2 ("Second Star to the Right..." "... and Straight on' Till Morning," the last two episodes of the season) are the same: Greg and Tamara kidnap Henry. With Killian not present, I imagine that David succeeds in wrestling a bean away from Greg. They go to Rumple for help, and though he refused before, Blue's potion worked in giving Belle her memories back and he changes his mind. Somewhere in his shop, there is a ship in a bottle, and he removes this ship, docks it in the harbor, and leads Emma, Regina, Mary Margaret, and David through a portal that takes them to the waters surrounding Pan's island.

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The ship touches down on the waters, the portal disappearing from around them — but what they find is no better. Fat, cold rain drops pelt them from above, and below them, the waves begin to toss the dilapidated ship in every direction.

“Great job, Gold!” Regina yells, wrapping one of the ropes around her wrist. “You landed us right in the middle of a storm!” 

“Believe it or not, dearie, my powers do not include the ability to control the weather, and certainly not in this realm!” 

"We don't have time for this!" David chimes in, helping Mary Margaret keep her footing on the quickly-dampening deck. "If we're even going to make it onto the island, we have to get through this storm together!" 

"And how do you expect we do that?" Regina chides. "This ship is barely more than a pile of old boards, it's not going to survive this storm." 

"Then maybe we should work together to try to make it through this!" Mary Margaret yells. 

"What do you expect us to do?” 

"Well, we can start by trusting each other!" 

Regina scoffs. "You think trust is going to get us through this storm? Is your trust going to keep us from taking on water?" 

"No," Emma mumbles, looking down to her feet, and the water that she finds there makes her realize just how much trouble they're in. 

And that's when something rams into the side of the ship. And again. And again. 

"What the hell was that?" 

"Sharks?" 

"Afraid not," Rumple mumbles, trying to plant his feet on the slippery deck to keep control of the helm. 

Regina looks over the railing, conjuring a fireball in her hand. "Mermaids." 

"Mermaids?" Emma repeats. "They're real, too?" 

"Does that really surprise you anymore?" Regina asks. 

"We have to do something!" Mary Margaret yells over the wind. 

"I am not being capsized by a fish!" David sloshes across the deck to a small cannon, which he loads a length of chain into before firing it into the water.

Mary Margaret picks a large net up off the helm, tossing half of it to Emma. “Help me get this into the water!”

“What are you going to do, catch one of them?” Regina tosses a fireball towards the surface of the water — which, surprisingly, works, and a mermaids around them back off the ship. 

“Yes!" Mary Margaret stops for a moment to glance at Regina before tossing the net into the waves. "And ask her to help us.” 

“Mermaids aren’t going to help you, dearies!”

“Obviously you’re also not going to help us, either!” Regina crosses the deck and throws out another fireball, clearing the starboard side just as she did the port. “There.” She wipes her hands on her soaked slacks and smiles at the fact that the storm also seems to have left with the mermaids. “They’re gone.” 

“Not all of them!” Mary Margaret says, grunting as she and Emma struggle to pull their fishing net back onto the deck. “What about this one?” 

With a flick of Regina's hand, the creature is out of their net and sprawled on the boards of the deck, her hands bound in front of her and her shining tail flopping into the inches of water that have settled onto the boards of the deck. 

But her presence on the deck only causes an argument to break out between them, each offering their own way to deal with her — to ask for help, to kill her, to let her go. With every question they ask her, she offers them a vague but threatening answer, and the storm that Regina thought was over slowly begins to reform around them. Even after Regina turns her to wood with a whoosh of her magic, they continue to argue amongst themselves, the storm surging around them — all except Emma, who realizes the mermaid’s plan was to set them against each other to be destroyed by the storm. With no other option, she tries to get their attention, screaming across the small ship towards them, but nothing works — and she dives into the sea. 

Quickly followed by a piece of metal rigging, pulled off by the winds into the water behind her and making hard contact with her head, immediately knocking her unconscious.

Without a second thought, David moves to dive in behind her, but Mary Margaret’s hand tight around his arm stops him. “No! You could get pulled under, too!” 

“Not to worry!” A voice cuts through the rushing wind and water, another ship appearing out of the darkness of the storm. Within moments, it is close enough for the man to follow Emma into the water, a rope tied around his waist. 

For a few long, terrifying moments, nothing happens. The storm still surging around them makes it impossible for them to see into the water, and they can only hope that the mysterious man can save her before it's too late.

After what feels like forever, a head breaks the surface of the water, Emma's bright hair a strong contrast to the dark waves, and the other man follows. 

"Pull me up, Scarlett!" he calls, facing away from their small ship, and the man just visible on the deck of the nearby ship does as asked, pulling the man with Emma in tow. David wants to oppose, beg the man to bring Emma back to their ship, but just the feeling of Mary Margaret's hand on his arm keeps his mouth closed.

"Can you get us over there?" Mary Margaret asks, turning towards Rumplestiltskin. He rolls his eyes, but twirls his hand in front of him anyway, taking them all onto the other ship's deck in a wisp of smoke.

"Is she okay?" David asks as soon as he finds his footing, kneeling beside where Emma is laying on the deck — just as she spits out a mouthful of seawater and rolls onto her side. Mary Margaret drops to her knees on the deck beside her daughter, wrapping her arms around Emma's shoulders.

"Perhaps we should give the lass a moment? A bit of space?" the man who rescued her says, leaning against the bannister behind him, his arms crossed behind his back.

"Oh, come on !" Regina cuts him off, raising her hand towards the wave, moving ever-closer to their ship. "We don't have time for all this." 

"Alas, she's right. I'm afraid we'll have to save the pleasantries until after the dashing rescue," he says, striding to what can only be his rightful place behind the helm and leading them quickly away from the waves, away from the storm. David helps Emma to her feet and they all watch as their old ship crumbles beneath the waves, after which the storm around them seems to disappear at an alarming rate; within mere minutes, the sun shines down from a cloudless sky and the soft wind blows lightly on the sails.

The man locks the helm into place and holds his hand out in a welcoming gesture. "This seems a much more appropriate time for introductions. Welcome aboard the Jolly Roger. "

"Okay,” David says, crossing his arms across his chest. "Who are you?"

"Captain Jones," he says, mimicking David's position -- which only draws attention to his left arm, which is blunted just shy of the elbow, replaced with a shining, metal hook. "But most people have taken to calling me by my more colorful moniker—"

Rumple laughs, cutting him off mid-sentence. "You've really owned up to your ailment, haven't you, Captain Hook ?" he says, spitting the last two words between his teeth. 

The man turns around, noticing Rumple standing behind him for the first time. "Oh, now that's just my bloody luck, innit?" He pushes his dark, wet bangs off his forehead with his wrist and lets out a small laugh. "All I was expecting was a few damsels in distress," he says, turning towards Emma for a moment and waggling his eyebrows at her before returning his attention to Gold. "Yet it appears I've caught myself a crocodile." 

"Like, Captain Hook Captain Hook? Waxed mustache and perm and Peter Pan?" 

"Well, love, I must admit I'm uncertain about the first two, but I'm glad to hear that you know who we're going up against."

"Up against? I just want to save my son." 

"Why do you think they brought him here, dearies?" Rumple asks, flourishing his hands to conjure a whisp of purple smoke, revealing a new outfit of dark pants and a black, reptilian-scaled vest. "Pan is the one behind it all, I have no doubts about that. And he is a far more powerful foe than any of you are able to go up against." 

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Regina bites back, but Rumple is gone in another wisp of smoke before the question even leaves her lips. 

"It appears that even after all these years, he is still as helpful as he's always been," Hook says, his jaw obviously tight with tension.

Emma's head is spinning. She's spent months trying to wrap her head around everything about Storybrooke and her life, around the idea of true love and fairy tales and everyone's stories intertwining — but this, running into handsome, one-handed pirates in Neverland that have a history with Gold, goes beyond all else.

"Wait, you know Mr. Gold?" Mary Margaret asks, voicing the question they all seem to be thinking.

"Aye, " he says, wrapping his hook around one of the spokes of the helm, where his attention is also focused. "though he was not known by that name. Before he became the Dark One as well, if the rumors are to be true."

For once, Regina seems interested in what he has to say." But he's been the Dark one for —"

"Lifetimes, aye," he says, cutting her off, but turning his eyes down to where she is standing on the lower deck.

No one knows how to respond to him, so the deck stays silent. For the first time, Emma looks around, taking in the small crew that stands around them. There are five that she can see, not including the captain: another tall, dark-haired man standing against the railing, arms crossed over his chest; a stout man with a red beard and an even redder hat; a fierce-looking woman with a mess of dark hair piled high on the top of her head, her dark orange tunic and black pants having seen better days; and two dark, brooding young men, no more than twenty, on the far end of the deck.

"What brings you all to Neverland?" the woman asks. Emma is not surprised that she is the one who tries to make conversation, though she vaguely remembers something about women being bad luck on ships. 

"They took my son," Emma and Regina say simultaneously, and none of the ship's crew are able to keep their immediate reactions off their face.

The dark haired man leaning against the railing behind David barks out a laugh, but when Regina turns her glare in his direction, he snaps his mouth shut.

"What could Pan want with your son?" Hook asks. 

"Does it matter?" Emma spits back. "We need to get him back."

Hook holds up his hands in a gesture of reluctant surrender. "Of course, of course, you're right." He turns to the man still leaning against the railing, who pushes off to his feet when he sees the look on the captain's face. "Prepare for a return to open waters, I would like to dock at Pirate's Cove before dinner time, Mister Scarlett."

Emma expects a salute, given the rest of the captain's countenance, but the man — Scarlett — just nods and walks away.

"Dinner?" Regina asks, her voice dripping with anger. "What part of ' we don't have time for this' don't you understand, pirate?" she spits.

"Can I ask you how many times you've visited this island, your Majesty?" he asks, the same fire in his voice.

She's taken aback for a moment, but answers nonetheless: "Never."

"That's what I thought. I, however, have been here for longer than any of you can even imagine, which gives me the kind of knowledge you could use on this type of quest. Are you really going to turn that down?"

To this, Regina has no response.

"Now, the beaches at Pirate's Cove will prove much more useful to your mission here, and by sailing around the island, it will rid you of the necessity of walking either through or around the Dark Jungle, which I can assure you is something you do not want to do. So, yes, we are going to chance the few hours it will take to sail around the island to hopefully cut days off of what it would have taken you on foot, and then we will be closer to Pan's camp and it will hopefully prove easier to find your boy."

This time, it's David who is angered by his response: " We ? What do you mean 'we'?"

Captain Hook practically rolls his eyes at this, which almost pulls a laugh out of Emma. “Do you expect to navigate the island yourselves?"

Emma intervenes, trying to calm the tension while also ensuring they stay focused on rescuing Henry: "He's right, David, we could use his assistance."

He winks at Emma. "I had a feeling I was going to like you." 

  Though she knows she should be resting, bunking with Regina, David, and Mary Margaret belowdecks, Emma instead finds herself drawn to the crew of the Jolly Roger , and spends the next few hours chatting quietly with them as the ship makes its way across the surprisingly quiet waters surrounding Neverland.

Especially the woman — Tiger Lily, Emma learns. Something about her keeps Emma interested in their whispered conversation, and it does not take her long to learn that, like her own, the woman's background is full of sadness and sacrifice.  She tells Emma how she sacrificed herself to try to stop someone from turning evil and spending the rest of her magic to get to this island after exiling herself; tells her about being found by Pan and working for him in return, only to learn how evil and twisted his ways are, stealing boys from their families and never allowing them to leave. (" And there's something deeper and darker behind it all, something that he only mutters about with his second in command, a Dark Magic that keeps the island alive — I believe with the sacrifice of the boys who decide they want to leave." ) And Captain Hook, saving her as she tried to escape Pan, though she knew it was impossible — or, well, improbable. 

"And I've been in his service ever since. He was working with Pan for a while, too, and able to leave this realm. He asked every time we docked somewhere if I wanted to leave, to live a better life, but I've enjoyed the time I've spent with him as my captain. I've never known a better man." 

"Oh, is that so, Lily?" the very man appears behind them, a smile covering his dark features — except his eyes, Emma realizes. His eyes are the brightest blue she has ever seen, the same color as the soft waves moving in the sunlight. 

"Now, come on, Captain," she laughs, and the way she sets her hand on the captain's arm sends an unwanted shiver down Emma's back. "You and I both know you're nothing if not a man of honor." 

"Yes, but you're not supposed to divulge that knowledge to our new guests just yet." 

"And why not?" Emma asks, knowing that her crossing her arms over her chest is a defense mechanism, but that only makes her pull them closer to her. 

He wags his eyebrows across his forehead, then winks at her once more. "Can't go around telling everyone that Captain Hook is a big softie. I have a reputation to uphold." 

Emma rolls her eyes and walks away, if only to save herself from any more unwanted shivers or repressed feelings. 

Their mission is to save Henry. Henry comes first and everything else has to wait.  

  "Well, what are we going to do once we're ashore?" David asks, hunched over the Neverland map spread across the desk in the Captain's cabin. 

"Pan's camp is only a short distance from the Cove, remember?" Mary Margaret adds, the focused planner and adventurer that Emma has only seen glimpses of. "We can sneak up on him and—"

"Nope," Hook says from where he has planted himself in the corner, one boot crossed over the other and his arms crossed over his chest. "There's no way to sneak up on Pan." 

Regina's eye roll is practically audible. "You keep saying that but offering no helpful advice." 

"And you keep saying that but not actually listening to what I have to say." 

"Hook is the one with the knowledge of the island, Regina," Emma reminds her. 

"And I'm the one with the knowledge of magic, maybe we should just give that a try!" 

"What are you suggesting?" Mary Margaret scoffs. " Poof ing yourself into the middle of a camp on a magic island you've never visited before?" 

"What do you suggest, Hook?" David asks, if only to keep Mary Margaret and Regina from fighting. It's obvious that the last thing he wants to do is take advice from a pirate, but even David realizes that they are left with very few other options. 

"There is no way to plan what is going to happen once we reach those shores. Everything we do, everywhere we go, Pan will know about it and will always be steps ahead of us." 

"How have you spent all this time in this realm and not learned even a few tricks that could help us?" 

"Most of my years here have been spent on this ship, provided with rations by the very demon himself. Before that, he and I had an agreement that made us more comrades than foes, and all the time I spent on the island was for his own doing." 

"Oh, that's helpful," Regina mutters, leaving the cabin without another word. 

"So, let me see if I understand this," Emma asks, knowing that neither David nor Mary Margaret will be able to be civil about this. "Your plan… is to not have a plan at all?" 

Hook nods. "There is no other option in Neverland. It's Pan's game there, and he makes all the rules. Best we can do is be ready for whatever he throws at us." 

"I don't like this," Mary Margaret mumbles, and David wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to press a kiss against the top of her head. 

"It's what we have to do to get Henry back, and that's all that matters," he says, a princely tone of finality in his voice, and the room falls silent.

  "Can I ask you something, love?" Hook asks, his eyes leaving the horizon for just a moment to look at her (again, though she has only noticed a few of them) where she is sitting against the railing on the starboard side of the ship. 

"I'm not your love," she bites, looking up from one of Hook's maps that she's borrowed from his quarters. 

"I've had my share of run-ins with the Crocodile, and I've even crossed paths with the Evil Queen once or twice. The other two, that's Snow White, the princess, right? And her husband?" 

"And how do you know that?" 

He pauses, trying to chose his words carefully. He knows that if he says the wrong thing, he'll lose the small amount of ground he's made with them trusting him. "I've been… through an agreement with Pan, I can leave these waters every once in a while, as long as I fulfill some of the things he asks of me." 

"You work with him," she says, but her face fails to give away any of what is going through her head. 

"In a way, aye. But I've been to the Enchanted Forest, and I know what happened to it. How is it that you got here?" 

"Well, there was a curse." 

"Aye." 

"And I — I broke the curse." 

" You broke the curse?" 

"Yeah, I — I'm the Savior , apparently, because I — I'm their daughter." 

"Snow White's?" He's not nearly taken aback enough. "And the Prince." 

She nods. So does he. Somehow he is wrapping his head around all of this much easier than she did. Maybe once you're alive for a few lifetimes, things like this are a lot less surprising than they were for Emma. 

"How is it that you and the Evil Queen share the same son?" 

Emma can't help but laugh. Where does she even start? "No offense, Hook, but it's a very long story that we don't really have time for." 

"Aye, that I can understand." He lifts his hand off the helm to scratch his beard before moving his hand behind his ear and to the base of his neck. "But do you — you know — live together?" 

"No, no, it's more like… joint custody." 

"Come again?" 

Right. "Joint custody," she says again, even though the centuries-old pirate knows nothing about the ins and outs of child custody. "We, uh… share him, I guess. Take turns." 

"And what about the boy's father? Is he a part of this taking turns ?" 

His question turns her blood to ice. Neal. Where does she even begin? For a moment, she's angry — at Neal, at herself. "No." How dare he. How dare Hook to even ask about Neal, he has no right — 

He has no idea. It was an innocent enough question, there's no way he knew the still-gaping wound that a question about Neal would inflame. 

"He's — dead." 

"Apologies, love, I didn't mean to stir up any unwanted emotions." 

"Stop calling me that." 

"I'm afraid it's more of a habit than anything." 

She has no response to this and turns her attention back towards the map.

    "Bloody hell," Hook mumbles, though Emma and Smee, his first mate, are the only ones close enough to hear him. At first, they don't see whatever the problem may be, but as the ship continues to approach the shore, Emma sees him leaning against one of the trees just on the other side of the shore.

Pan. Emma can sense it somehow — her motherly instincts, maybe, or something like that, but she can feel that the man on the shore is Peter Pan. 

No. No, not man. Boy , with a pudgy teenaged face and dark hair that falls down to his eyebrows. 

"That's him," Emma says. She means for it to be a question, but it does not come out that way.

"Aye." She turns to him just in time to watch the edge of his jaw tick as he grinds his back teeth together. "That's the demon Pan." 

For a moment, Emma is unsure how she feels about all this. Hook's plan to take them around the island has already taken hours of their precious time, and all under the guise to keep them from Pan — only to have him waiting for them right where Hook brought them to shore. What if Hook had been playing with them the whole time? Giving Pan time to plan ahead while he wasted time sailing them all around the island?

But then she looks at him again, sees the rage obvious on his face, and she almost feels bad for questioning his motive even though she has every right to. 

"Bested us again," he mutters, but then straightens his back and looks out over the ship. "Prepare for docking!"

Pan watches, unmoving, from the shore as Hook and his crew lead the Jolly Roger to the dock — and, still unmoving, as they come ashore. Finally, he speaks. "Thank you for bringing our special guests ashore, Captain," the boy leers. "Good to see you're still good for something."

"You know I can't pass up the opportunity to give assistance to a damsel in distress, nonetheless three. And Dave." There's a joking tone in his voice, but it's not present anywhere else in his body. 

"Ah, yes," Pan says, pushing himself away from the tree. "Welcome, your highnesses. I hope you find Neverland as welcoming as you have spent all those years hoping your Enchanted Forest would be. And you, Regina, you and I have more in common than you may want to believe." 

Regina rolls her eyes, conjuring a fireball in her left hand. "Oh, please," she spits. "Let's do this the easy way: give me my son back and I won't burn your whole island down." 

Pan just laughs. "No, I’m afraid that's not going to happen. You're on my island now, and you're going to play by my rules." 

"Do you think this is a game?" 

"Oh, your majesty , that's exactly what this is. So, Emma, I'm going to give you a map." He pulls a folded piece of parchment out from under his tunic. "A map that will lead you straight to your son." 

"If this is some kind of trap," she starts, taking a step towards him with her hand on the sword on her hip. 

But Pan's soft laugh stops her. "I may not be the most well-behaved boy on the island, but I always keep my promises. The path to finding Henry is on this parchment."

"Why are you giving it to me?"

He chuckles again. "See, it's not about finding Henry. It's about how you find him. And, Emma," he says, placing his hand on her wrist as she reaches out to take the parchment. "You're the only one who can."

She takes it from him, then unfolds it — only to find it blank, save a pattern around the outside. "It's blank." 

"You sound surprised," Regina bites, but no one pays attention to her. All eyes are on Pan. 

"You'll only be able to read that map when you stop denying who you really are." 

Emma looks down at the map once more. Everyone around her looks at it. 

And when they look up, Pan is gone. 

  As they follow Hook's lead through the jungle, Emma's focus is on the map. She thinks of all she can: her background, everything she's learned since coming to Storybrooke. She even attempts to admit that she's the savior during a short break, but nothing works. 

Regina, angry and impatient and nothing if not motivated, takes it from her, insisting on magic, despite the arguments from the rest of the group. It works — to a point, leading them not to Pan's camp, but to an ambush by a group of Lost Boys. It does not last long, the heroes quickly overpowering the boys, but David gets nicked with a Dreamshade-tipped arrow — a secret he tries to keep from the rest of the camp.  

Hook sees it, though, the one in the group that really knows how deadly the poison can be, but he, too, keeps it to himself. 

He leads them away from the ambush, towards a cliff that looks out over most of the island. From there, he insists, they can plan a route through the jungle and maybe even scout out Pan's camp. But by the time they get there, the sun has set, and all they can see is shadow. "Now that you've seen what Pan can do in just a few short hours, we need our strength. I suggest we make camp."

Regina, unsurprisingly, is against his idea. "You want to sleep while my son is out there suffering?"

"If you want to live long enough to save the boy, yes," he argues, and no one has a comeback for this. Regina is first to walk away, huffing knowing that Hook is right. Hook is second, closely followed by David, who barks an order about finding firewood, leaving Emma and Mary Margaret looking out over the jungle.

They are silent for a moment, Emma obviously worrying about something, but Mary Margaret has learned not to push. And after a few moments, Emma does say what's on her mind:

"Regina's right, Henry's out there somewhere."

But Mary Margaret is ready with her positive comeback. "And Hook is right. We have to survive if we're going to get him."

"I know. I just hope we're not too late."

Mary Margaret leaves her there, knowing that sometimes, her daughter just needs her space to think. She stands there as the others build their camp, her attention turned once more towards the blank parchment — the map , removed from her pocket.

Though he does not mean to, Hook startles her with his approach. "I opted for first watch so you and the others could get your rest." 

Emma just shakes her head, starting towards the campfire, needing the monotony of the crackling fire to slow her mind down. "There's no way I can sleep here without solving this map."

"Then it appears you and I will be not sleeping together, love," he jokes, waggling his eyebrows at her with a smirk on his face.

Emma just rolls her eyes. "Listen, Hook. I am here to save my son. The very last thing I'm going to do is get distracted." 

His smirk is gone, not even a trace of a smile left on his features. "Of course, Swan. I meant no insult."

They sit in relative silence, the rest of them falling asleep quickly — or, at least, staying quiet. The sounds of the Jungle seem to grow louder in the darkness, almost deafening. But Emma's attention is still on the map.

"Nothing I can think of is working," she groans, dropping the map to the ground beneath her feet.

"None of those are what Pan is looking for. What have you been avoiding? What have you been hiding from, love?" 

She is already on edge, and his endearment only makes her angrier. "I am not your love, Hook. Why are you helping me, anyway?" 

He's been wondering the same, so he's quick to answer. "I've been searching for a glimmer of hope when it comes to defeating this demon for as long as I can remember. If finding your lad and ruining his plans takes his power from him, then helping you is the very least I can do." 

"But why? What did Pan ever do to you?" 

He's silent for a moment, trying to decide how much he wants to divulge to her, and he maks a quick decision. "It wasn't me personally," he lies. "But it's the principle of the thing. He preys on boys who think he's taking them to a better life, but all he's doing is taking them from their families. Growing up alone is the worst thing that could happen to a boy, and Pan thrives on separating families." 

"Sounds like something you know a lot about." She doesn't mean to be so forward, but once it's out, there's No taking it back.

"Pardon?" 

"Only someone who grew up alone would talk like that." 

Now it's his turn to get defensive. "And how would you know that? You're the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming. What can a princess know about growing up alone?" 

She knows that there is no way for him to know otherwise, to know the truth about her childhood, but his assumptions about her still make her a little angry. "You have no idea what you're talking about," she grits, trying not to let her anger get the best of her. "My parents sent me through a portal when I was only a few hours old. I grew up alone , spent my whole life alone . I was an orphan, too, Hook. Or, at least, I grew up believing I was." 

"I'm — I'm sorry, Swan, I shouldn't have assumed—" 

"No, you shouldn't have." 

"You're right though, love. I, too, spent much of my life alone. My mum was sick and passed when I was a boy, and my father took my brother and I on a ship to a far-off land. Until one day, we woke up and he was gone. He left us there to settle a debt and we never saw him again." 

Silence settles between them for a moment, and then he smiles. "It seems you and I have quite a lot in common, then, love," he chides, but Emma barely hears him. She's too distracted by the parchment in her hand, which has revealed a map at some point in their conversation. 

"Hook—" she tries, but he cuts her off.

"Apologies, I know, you're not my love ." 

"No, Hook, that's not it." 

Finally he looks at her, trying to find what she is talking about on her face, following her eyes down to the parchment in her hands. But there is something else that has changed, too, something about her . He can't quite put his finger on it, but he thinks he maybe sees a glimmer of hope in her eyes. 

[secret-engima]

@hamelin-born

*kicks down door* Okay so I’m so sorry you’ve had a bad week, and since I am physically incapable of coming over and giving you a hug, I shall give you bby Dionysus being adorable with his (dead)relatives and Deleantur getting shipped by the local Galahdian bear woman instead!

...

     The man shrugged and played with the edge of his cloak, “You may call me Herodotus. Or,” he added when he saw Dionysus’s face screw up at the long name —so many of his dream relatives had such long names that were hard—, “you can just call me Wander.”

     “Wander?”

     The soft smile grew bigger, mischievous, “It’s a nickname. I’ve never really been the kind of person to stay in one place for very long. Will that suit, Little Traveller?”

     Dionysus mouthed the word, then nodded, “Wander.” He looked around them in curiosity, at the glowing flowers and living magic lights and trees bigger than buildings, “Where are we?”

     “One of my memories,” Wander answered as he leaned back against the tree trunk, “my … safe place I suppose. Though I have had many over the years, this one was my first, so I suppose it is my favorite.”

     “But where?” He’d never seen anything like this outside of storybooks. He wanted to go see it for himself when he woke up next.

     Wander shook his head and looked amused, “I’m sorry, Little Traveler, but this is not a place you can find on Eos.” Dionysus stared at him with big eyes and Wander leaned in with a whisper and a gesture at his cloak, “When I was younger, I met a wonderful group of people who liked to travel as much as I did, and they showed me many things. Some of those were places that you could not, and will never, find on any map of Eos.”

     Dionysus leaned closer, “Like the story of the magic rock that secretly led t’ the world of Hiso Hiso al’ens?”

     Wander’s eyes glittered and his magic that draped around them felt like delighted laughter, “Just like that, yes. But my doorway wasn’t a rock.”

     Dionysus looked all around in awe. He was in a secret world just like in the stories! Or the memory of a secret world anyway. He looked back over at Wander, “Did you fight an evil copy of your frien’? Did the copy try t’ de- delete the whole world ‘till you an’ Serah stopped it an’ saved all the Hiso Hiso?”

     Wander’s shoulders shook a little, then stilled, “No. Nothing quite so exciting. But I did meet a woman with cat ears and a tail, and we did become good friends.” Dionysus gasped in excitement, and when Wander stood up and held out his hand, Dionysus took it without hesitation, “Come on,” Wander chuckled, “I’m afraid I cannot show you any aliens or evil copies, but I can show you a few other places I’ve been that no one on Eos will find.”

     And he did. A few steps into the woods and the trees all turned to hills of sand and shimmering waves of sunny heat. Strange creatures with humps on their backs plodded slowly by in the distance, and in front of them was a tower that reached up to the sky all by itself. Wander told him that it was a dungeon, and that anyone who managed to reach the treasure at the very top would become a king and get magic of their very own. Dionysus asked him if he’d ever done it, if he had dungeon magic, but Wander shook his head and said he already had magic, so he’d let a friend take it instead. They plodded their way through a few shifting steps of sand and suddenly they were out of the hot sand and on an island in the sky. There was a strange ceiling high-high-high above their heads, and Wander told him that this was not one floating island, but a hundred of them all stacked on top of each other, each one just a bit smaller than the last so they didn’t block out all the sunlight for the levels below. Dragons swooped off in the distance, and when Wander led him to the edge and held him tight so he wouldn’t fall, Dionysus leaned over and saw nothing but thick clouds drifting below them.

     They stepped back and the world became an ocean. They stood on the wooden deck of a ship and around them was bright blue water and flapping sails and before them was some kind of creature so big it was an island, it’s long legs plodding slowly through the sea with trees and buildings on its back. Wander told him that talking animals lived on the back of the big creature, and that very few people could find the island unless they were born there because it was always moving. He led Dionysus below decks and then they were on an island with a tree growing in the middle that was so tall and so big it had another, much smaller island sitting in its branches. The air tingled with old-friendly-amused magic that felt like laughter and mysteries, and Wander told him that this was the island of fairies.

     He showed Dionysus a bunch of places, each one different and strange and amazing, each one with a little story to go with it that made Dionysus want desperately to know and explore more until the next one came and he wanted to see that one instead. Wander held his hand the whole time, steady and sure, making sure he never got lost or stepped too close to something dangerous. It was amazing and weird and exciting, and Dionysus decided he liked Wander a lot. Wander was different from the others, even Grandma Crepera. He didn’t seem to have any questions, and he didn’t mind answering all of Dionysus’s. He wasn’t grumpy, or loud, and there was … something about him. About his soft voice and the look in his eyes that reminded Dionysus of his dad.

... (And here’s Deleantur!)

     He sensed someone approach through the outskirts of the crowd. Not that it was easy to miss someone as big as Chief Ligeia considering she stood a head taller than most of the other people here. He tipped his chin to her in greeting as she came to a stop next to him, a mug of something that smelled like alcohol in one hand. She grinned at him, all teeth and good humor, “Going to just watch? Or are you going to go have some fun?”

     Deleantur shrugged and went back to crowd-watching, “I am having fun.” It wasn’t a lie, he found it both fascinating and entertaining to watch the party unfold before him. Galahdians weren’t all that different from the mainland in how they celebrated, but there were differences that were interesting to see. For one thing, there was a lot more dancing and singing. Even people taking a break at the makeshift feasting tables were all but dancing on the benches, feet tapping, heads bobbing- there was never a moment of stillness even from the groups lingering on the outskirts of the party to talk rather than dance.

     The dances themselves were a lot more vibrant and energetic too. There were no royal waltzes here, but circle dances that dragged everyone nearby into them, or spinning dances where partners traded off at dizzying speeds. There was also a vaguely alarming number of somersaults, backflips, and instances of people climbing up trees and rubble like squirrels to better perform an acrobatic flip in time to the music, and not just from the children and the teenagers. He half suspected that the only reason the Elders weren’t doing such stunts were because they were physically too old and arthritic to pull it off.

    Chief Ligeia scoffed, “Just watching is never fun. You should go out there and dance. Don’t want Stella to think you’re ignoring her, do you?”

     Deleantur blinked at her, then glanced into the crowd where Stella was currently spinning and flipping in time with her little brother Eventus like some kind of circus performance rather than a dance for a party, “She knows where to find me if she needs me.”

     Chief Ligeia slapped one of his shoulders hard enough that he had to bite back a hiss, “Not the point. You should be out there dancing with her. It’s good for young people like you two.” Deleantur gave her the flattest look he could manage and barely refrained from telling her that he was currently two thousand years removed from his date of birth —though that distance was technically in reverse—, even if he only looked to be twenty-six. But that wasn’t something he told anyone, especially not a party-happy stranger. Chief Ligeia rolled her eyes, utterly undisturbed by his look, and slapped his shoulder again in an effort to get him moving, “Go on.”

     Deleantur raised an eyebrow and didn’t budge, “Why do you care?”

     The Behemoth of a woman took a long drink from her mug, then answered blithely, “Because Candor is my second cousin and Stella is the best niece I ever had and I want her to be happy. You dancing with her will make her happy. So,” the woman moved with astonishing speed, so fast even Deleantur’s instincts and borrowed experience couldn’t stop her from bodily lifting him by the back of his tunic with one hand and all but toss him into the flow of the crowd, “go dance with her!” Deleantur staggered into the crowd, trying to catch his balance, then yelped as his hands were snatched up by a passing dancer and he was pulled into the flow.

... (and here, have a long snip of Buckler too)

     They camped on the nearest Haven for the night, and Axis cooked dinner without comment while Nox fussed over his uncle and the redhead just sighed and complained about losing his shirts. He listened to them bicker, watched the way their shoulders slowly relaxed the longer Axis went without recoiling from them or acting afraid, and came to a decision. It was a reckless one, a stupid one even but … but it felt like the right one. He hadn’t asked about what happened, or how Ardyn had magic, but he knew what he’d seen and so did they. He knew not just one, but two of their greatest secrets now —that Nox was a Lucis Caelum, that Ardyn was a Lucis Caelum and couldn’t die—.

     In the morning, before they could wander off into the wilderness again, Axis invited —ordered— them to come with him to Meldacio HQ. The two exchanged nervous glances before obediently following him on the trek up to the Vesperpool area.

     If his wife was surprised when Axis turned up a week later with not just Nox in tow, but Niflheim’s Chancellor, she didn’t show it. She just smiled and welcomed them into their tiny house with a gesture and a promise of dinner soon. Nox’s eyes were wide as they shuffled in and Axis had known Ardyn long enough to spot the nervous edge in his sweeping bow.

     Both of them went totally still when they spotted the playpen taking up most of the living room floor, filled with ratty stuffed toys that Axis had either purchased from Outposts or had been gifted by members of his, Tredd’s, and Luche’s Clans. Inside the playpen, Axis’s triplets —his treasures, his children, his greatest and most precious secrets— cooed and babbled eagerly at Axis, waving their hands and crawling around. His last visit hadn’t been that long ago, and they remembered him —the fact that he had been gone for long enough stretches when they were smaller that he’d been a stranger to them would always hurt—. Venia, his smallest and boldest, spotted Nox and Ardyn and babbled at them, fearlessly crawling up to the edge of the playpen to look at them. Axis reached in and picked her up, kissing her forehead and tickling her stomach with a hand to hear her laugh before turning to watch Nox’s and Ardyn’s reactions.

     Nox was still staring at Historia and Spiritus in the playpen, a bright-eyed look on his face and a shiver of power in the air that felt protective. He looked at them like any of Axis’s remaining clan did, or how Tredd and Luche had first looked at them. Awe and protectiveness and already blooming adoration. Axis glanced at Ardyn.

     Ardyn was staring at Venia, and the look on his face took Axis’s breath away. There was pure, open adoration there, wonder and a bright-edged fear, like just being near her would be enough to break her. Venia spotted Ardyn staring, dressed in all his clashing layers and colors, and giggled at him. She had never been afraid of strangers, and she didn’t hesitate to flail her hands in his direction, babbling with all the energy of a healthy nine month old. Ardyn flinched faintly away, even though her hands were nowhere near him, his own hands curling shyly inside his long sleeves like he was terrified of touching her.

     Something in Axis’s heart broke a little.

     No one as unexpectedly kind as Ardyn should fear being near a child.

     “Her name is Venia,” Axis murmured, “that’s her sister Historia, and her brother Spiritus.”

     “They’re so little.” Nox cooed as he crouched just outside the playpen, watching the two babies who stared back with far less fearless curiosity than their sister had —but not outright fear, Axis wondered if they too could feel Nox’s magic swelling around the room, rumbling with protective and already loving emotions—. Porrima reappeared at Axis’s elbow, reaching past him to pluck Spiritus out of the playpen. She gave their guests a considering look, then calmly reached out and plopped their son into Nox’s arms. Nox’s grip tensed, but his arms shifted into a proper position with a speed that looked instinctive, “Hey, wait-!”

     Porrima ignored Nox’s breathless squawk and Spiritus’s wary coo, just picked up Historia and turned to face Ardyn, who had gone stiff as a board and deathly white, “Madam,” Ardyn said tensely, “I don’t think-.”

     “Are you going to hurt them?” Porrima asked.

     Ardyn’s jaw tightened, “Never, but I don’t-.”

     “Are your arms so weak you’ll drop her?”

     “No, but-.”

     “Are you sick?”

     Ardyn shook his head but kept shying subtly back, “I-.”

     Axis sighed at his wife as she exchanged Historia for Venia, then turned and fearlessly stepped into Ardyn’s space to put their boldest daughter in the arms of Niflheim’s Chancellor —and the king’s unknown relative—. Ardyn went stone still as soon as Venia was in his arms, hands cradling her like she was fragile as glass and his eyes huge. Axis bounced Historia in his arms a little as he scolded, “Porrima. Don’t force them to hold the children if they don’t want to.”

     “But they do want to, and it’s good for the triplets to meet new safe people,” his wife sniffed back. Then she flitted back to the kitchen without waiting to see the fallout of her actions.

     Sometimes his wife trusted his judgement and choice of houseguests a little too much.

     Axis sidled closer to Ardyn and held out an arm, “I can take her back if this really makes you uncomfortable.”

     Ardyn stared down at Venia with the roundest eyes Axis had ever seen. Venia blinked up at her new handler, looked over at her dad, then looked back at Ardyn and clumsily patted his cheek, grabbing curiously at his red-violet hair a moment later. Ardyn inhaled, and Axis felt a second magic flood the room, old and powerful and monstrously protective. Where Nox’s was deep like the ocean, powerful but … subtle, like currents under the surface, Ardyn’s magic felt wild. It felt like the ripple of spotted fur in the jungle, the glimpse of fangs and teeth of a feral beast. Nox’s protective adoration of the little boy he was bouncing in his arms was like the pull of the tide, sweeping in and out with each breath, but Ardyn’s-. Ardyn’s was the rumble of a Coeurl’s purr as it curled around its cub, the singing edge of bloody steel, promising death to anyone that so much as looked wrong at Axis’s triplets.

     Ardyn very slowly sank down onto the floor, legs crossed to form a lap for Venia to flop on, and when he looked up at Axis, his normally blue eyes were a brilliant, Coeurl gold, “They’re beautiful.” He whispered hoarsely.

[celestialflamesme]

| OF TATTOOS AND SOULMATES | A GaLe One-shot AU | Fairy Tail |

Ships: Levy McGarden x Gajeel Redfox

My contribution to Gajevy Day! @luna-chan00 Job completed!😁

......

7 year old Levy McGarden was curious, and naturally, a curious kid would end up in the restricted section of the library at 3 am (Way past her bedtime....)

Droy shuffled his feet nervously, "Lev, are you sure we should be doing this?"

"Of course I'm sure! And the real restricted section is over there!" The bluenette pointed over her shoulder to a suspicious looking shelf, "Uncle Macao and Wakaba always borrow books from there and Porly-san yells at them!"

"Then why did she tell you not to come here?" Jet sassed. (Boys were mean, why couldn't they just encourage her thirst for literary enrichment?!)

Levy puffed her cheeks in irritation. "That's what we're here to find out, Jet! Now hold tight or I'll fall!" She caught hold of the nearest book (It was heavy and old, hence the best kind!) and jumped off the ladder making the boys squeak. (Ugh, Boys....)

"What's it about? Oh! Oh!" Both Jet and Levy gave Droy a look, which made him lower his tone to a whisper, "Do you think it's Gramp's secret bean soup recipe?"

"Well, maybe?" Levy sighed. (She didn't have the heart to tell him that Gramps used plain canned soup for his 'Ultra Secret Super Bean Delight'. After all, Natsu was eating all his beans now...)

She blew off the dust on the leather binding. Carefully opening it, Jet held the torchlight as she read the title out loud, "Soulmates ."

.......

15 year old Levy read enough books on romance and witty tall men (Everyone was taller than her now...) with gentle smiles and twinkling eyes to finally have conjured up an exact image of what she wanted her own soulmate to look like.

She had her fingers crossed her tattoo would be a sweet soliloquy from a famous play, or maybe something simple and shy like a "Hi!" or maybe a "You're the prettiest girl I've ever met..."

As for his persona however, he'd have chestnut brown hair that he combed through, a passion for books, a vivid vocabulary, a soft look reserved just for her, would be 5'2" (just tall enough for her to rest her head against the crook of his neck) and have oceans for eyes-

Gramps sweatdropped as he read her list. "That seems a little oddly specific, Levy. Are you sure you didn't meet him yet?"

Levy frantically shook her head. "I still haven't got my tattoo, Gramps! But I bet he looks just like this!"

"Two hundred jewels says you're wrong!" Cana slurred. (Levy had absolutely no idea how she always found every place Gramps hid the drinks in. At 17, Cana was quite the force to be reckoned with...)

"Why we gotta write about what we want in our mates?" Natsu groaned, doodling what Levy wryly registered as the outline of a dragon..... Classic Natsu.....

Erza was surprisingly silent, keeping to herself for most of the project, while Gray had quit it altogether and chose to brawl with Elfman instead.

Jet and Droy, flustered, had both written Levy as their soulmate. (She was honoured, really, but she'd grown up with them. If she like-liked them, wouldn't she know by now?)

"Because, Natsu, your soulmate does not have to be your life partner." Erza now had her attention on Gramps. Levy leaned towards the discussion too. "Not everyone finds what they are looking for in their soulmate. Not everyone truly knows what they even want until they find it. And you are not obliged to fall in love with your soulmate. Love is accepting someone's flaws and your own and learning to live in harmony and for the future."

"Well said, Master!" Erza nodded reverently. Levy sighed, already lost in her thoughts. In two days, her tattoo would appear, the first words her soulmate would say to her, the only way she'd ever find him.

Mira refused to show anyone her tattoo, which was weird, was it something horrible? Erza, ever the knight in shining armour, offered to slay whosoever dared hurt the She-devil ("Intentional or otherwise!") and Levy had a few spells in handy for the occasion too, but Mira was a tough nut to crack.

Cana's had been surprisingly short and mundane. "Another!" It had said. The card mage simply laughed when it appeared, grabbed her water bottle (probably spiked) and promptly passed out 15 minutes later.

Oh, she just couldn't wait!

"What the everloving God Serena?!"

"What'd you get Levy?" Erza chose to ignore her swearing (Thank Mavis!) in favour of leaning for a closer look at the cursive script.

"The shrimp is mine."

The shrimp is mine.

The shrimp-

The shrimp-

The SHRIMP?! OF ALL THE THINGS HER SOULMATE COULD SAY, HE CHOSE THE SHRIMP IS MINE?!

She waited for this her whole goddamn life and this is what she got?! The Gods were laughing at her, she bet. Ughhhh.....

"Maybe he just really likes seafood?" Cana snickered. "I can picture it. Your hands brushed as you reached for the last piece. Your heat skipped a beat. You knew in your heart-"

"Shut it." Levy muttered, embarrassed that she made such a big fuss over nothing.

Lisanna squealed, "Oh I know how we can make you forget this! How about we prank the boys again? Your last prank with the food-colouring was really off-the-wall, Levy!"

Well, Gray covered head to toe in feathers and pink glitter did sound promising.....

......

19-year-old Levy had just about had enough of soulmates.

Natsu- of all the people, NATSU (No offense to Lu-chan, she was soo happy for her!) had confessed his crush on Lucy. And their first meet was something out of a fairy tale too, Natsu being the Prince (or dragon) that brought back the Princess to his castle only to live happily ever after...

"If only my Prince was good with directions..." She grumbled to herself.

"Levy, are you sure you want to do this? Remember what Gramps said? You have to let fate do it's thing...." Jet worriedly remarked.

"I am letting fate do it's 'thing'! I'm only quickening the process." Levy grinned at her teammates.

"This is the seventh sea-food buffet we've been to in 3 days! And we didn't even get to eat any!" Droy complained. Levy sweatdropped.

"Just 32 more and we're done for the month," she reopened her life-sized bullet map to recheck. Can't be too sure.

"Look what we have here!" She stiffened and turned to face the gruff voice.

3 men dressed in varying black and grey attire looked at them like they were meat and nothing more. She felt a shiver crawl up her spine as she gauged the area for exits but found none in sight.

Team Shadowgear couldn't take them on by themselves! She was already tired and she bet Jet and Droy were too! Maybe if she made a big enough distraction, both of them could-

"Oi, you get the fledglings!" a final voice barked out, and Levy felt her blood run cold at the red eyes that stared back at her, "The shrimp is mine."

The next few minutes were a blur. She couldn't find herself to talk, no matter how much her brain screamed at her to say something, anything to save herself from the situation. Maybe he'd recognise her and tell them to leave his soulmate alone. Something, do anything!

As black spots took over her vision, she finally muttered, through the intense pain she felt in every fibre of her being, "Don't....Jet, Droy, please..."

......