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sarahfeliciam · 6 months ago

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The Ultimatum Ch 11

Chapter Eleven - GOF

When Emeline stepped off the Hogwarts Express, she wasn’t sure what to expect. But there he was, flashing her a large smile and walking briskly toward her when they spotted eachother. She pushed through the crowd and ran to him with a hug that nearly sent him flying backwards.

“You came!” She grinned, Saffron flying to catch up and perch on her shoulder.

“I wouldn’t miss it. I’m looking forward to hearing some exam grades from you.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets after a flick of his wand set her luggage trailing after them as they began to walk.

Emeline rolled her eyes. “Can’t summer break start for even a second before you ask about finals? Or perhaps you can ask when I go back Fourth Year. Or even better, perhaps not at all.” She ended cheerfully.

“You failed Potions, didn’t you?”

“Dismally.”

“At least we know what to focus on this break.”

“I’m spending the summer in Potions class? In my own home?”

“Just to catch you up. Least I can do, you know: the whole disrupting your life bit.” He chuckled playfully while Emeline sulked.

“Dad! Not fair!”

“So fair.”

•

When they arrived at the garden gate to their little cottage flat, Emeline basked in the scent of the flowers that were still blooming and even felt a familiar comfort at the site of the front door.

“Em,” Remus stopped halfway up the gravel walk. “There is one thing we need to discu-“

Before he could finish, Emeline felt shag fur run by her leg and she let out an excited howl of laughter.

“-No. Way. We’ve got to take this ghastly stray in, eh? I’m sure he’d love a flea bath and to listen to the Weird Sisters!”

A disagreeing bark met Emeline’s ears and Remus pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a quick sigh.

“Despite the headaches I am certain are on their way, yes. This is what I would’ve liked to tell you, Emeline, before our mangy mutt intruded first.”

An angrier bark came now and Remus laughed, letting them all inside.

“I resent that, Moony. I really do.”

“You’ll get over it.”

Emeline hugged Sirius in full human form now. He was wearing a grey shirt a size too large for him and old denim that hung loosely as well. His hair was still quite long and unkempt, but it was clean. He looked fresh and happy.

“It’s great to see you, Padfoot. If I’m allowed to join in on that name calling, anyway.”

She took off her cloak and tossed it on the couch, collapsing down on it with the sweet sigh of summer relaxation escaping her lips.

“I doubt Moony minds. I certainly don’t.”

Remus shrugged in response, grinning.

“Be our guest, Em.” He took a seat on the chair opposite her and Sirius took the arm of the couch.

“However, there is one condition.” Sirius added quickly.

“Merlin,” she groaned. “If it’s that bloody Potions final tutoring, I swear.”

“Tutoring? In this house? Over summer?” He offered Remus a jokingly incredulous glare. “I would never allow it. But we do need a nickname for Remus’ newest member. Our pup, one could say.”

Remus mumbled something under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose yet again.

“She isn’t ours, Sirius. And thank Merlin she is no dog like either of us, at that! Would it kill you to be more original?”

“I should have a say.” Emeline mused wistfully, picking at her fingernails.

Remus and Sirius waited for a follow up comment, but when none came, they urged her: “And?”

“And I haven’t a clue. However, if I was an animagus I’d like to be something dainty and majestic. Like a deer.”

“We already had Prongs.” Sirius quipped.

“Well, I’m a female.” Emeline responded, insulted.

“What difference does that make?” Sirius asked, annoyed.

Remus laughed, flipping through a copy of the Daily Prophet lazily. “Fawn. It’s perfect.”

Emeline smiled and stuck her tongue out at Sirius.

“How come you’ve got all the answers, Moony?”

“He’s educated.” Emeline laughed, jumping up before he could swat her on the back of the head.

“Shall we fix something to eat? I’m rather good at heating leftovers.”

•

When evening fell in the Lupin household, it found Emeline and Sirius losing miserably to Remus at Gobstones.

“Aren’t I supposed to get one free pass to win? Like a daughter’s credit or something?”

“First no summer tutoring, now you want to win by association? I thought I’d come to know you this year, Emeline.” Remus joked back, taking yet another win for himself as they reset the game.

“Theres plenty to learn, I reckon.” She mused, before divulging: “I can be a sore loser, for one.”

“Well, I look forward to it.” He grinned. “But I am surprised at that.”

“Me being a sore loser?”

“Mhm.”

“Well I can’t imagine someone just ‘looks like’ a sore loser from the outside.” She joked back; Sirius snorted.

“Oh, no, not at all.” Remus responded, smiling up at her after his move. “It’s just that usually sore losers care when they fail a class.”

“That’s low even for you, dad!” Taking her turn to beat him the first round, she huffed triumphantly. “I’ll have you know I was very afraid of failing class when you pulled me aside for the first time.”

“Right. Well, it doesn’t do if you’re only worried about one subject, now does it?”

With a roll of her eyes she threw her stones to Sirius.

“Finish him off.” With an annoyed groan, she flopped back against the couch and crossed her arms.

“A sore loser, indeed.” Remus smiled.

•

Just before bed, Remus slipped off for a shower and left Emeline and Sirius to their own devices. They spent some time tossing back and forth ideas for pranks that Sirius desperately wanted to unleash, which Emeline found highly amusing at his age.

She laughed continually at his outlandish ideas and childish excitement as she tidied up for her dad, already realizing what a tornado aftermath she’d been leaving around with the help of her ex-convict, honorary ‘uncle’.

As they settled down for the night and Emeline was pleased with the living quarter’s cleanliness, she curled herself into her dad’s seat. Sirius took a seat on the coffee table to be closer to her and took in an unusually steadying breath for him. She knew he was ready to say something important, and the switch from his fun loving demeanor stirred up some anxiety in her.

“You know, Fawn - if we are really calling you that.” He winked. She chuckled and shrugged her shoulders. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that night.”

A lump formed in her throat and stopping short in the hallway, Remus pocketed the chocolate he’d brought out for them and listened silently.

“I don’t think that’s necessary.” Emeline said softly.

“It’s very necessary. You can’t do that ever again, Emeline. You should count yourself lucky.”

“I don’t plan to, Sirius. I’ve already promised dad.” She replied, toying with a strand of hair absentmindedly.

“Oh,” Sirius started, surprised, still hearing Remus as ‘dad’ creating a foreign buzzing in his brain. “Right then, that’s a relief.”

Upon closer inspection of Emeline’s face, he realized he was missing something.

“What is it?”

Appearing increasingly uncomfortable, Emeline shook her head. “Nothing.”

“No, there’s something. It’s eating at you. What is it?” Sirius’ voice hosted some of his young hearted wonder again. He certainly felt the part of cool uncle, but Emeline was too distracted by her relentless stomach upset to care.

“I- well,” as she began, Remus felt a similar lump forming in his throat. He sunk to the floor to sit in the hall, waiting to hear his daughter’s cause for distress. “I’ve been having nightmares; at school. Madame Pomfrey has been giving me a memory draught to try and help. Sleep aids. Nothing has worked. I’m afraid to have those nightmares over summer. It’ll break his heart.”

Remus hung his head sadly, wanting desperately to hold her.

“Emeline, what about your heart?”

Her and her father were surprised at this. Emeline for a thought that had never crossed her mind and Remus for his best friend’s wisdom. He took a calming breath, knowing she was in good hands for such a delicate conversation.

“I’m not sure I understand.”

“Well,” Sirius looked at her closely. “Your father is a grown man; a grown man who’s been a werewolf nearly his entire life. A grown man who has known about you and the haunting pain of losing you your entire life. And here you are, a mere months into knowing him as your dad, as a werewolf. You’ve got to give yourself some credit. I’m not sure I could’ve even settled in with such ease so quickly. You’re painfully devoted and very kind. And you have his playful sarcasm that only ever made all of us love him more. It’s like you’ve had this family all together for years already. But you haven’t. You’ve just found eachother and- well truthfully, you could’ve been killed.” Emeline’s eyes flashed with terror and she closed them briefly.

Remus swallowed painfully.

“I need you to understand Emeline, he had no idea who you were. When I say you could’ve been killed, I say this with the utmost love for Moony and respect for werewolves… I mean it. He was ready to hurt you. You could be a werewolf, too. Or dead.”

All the blood left Remus’ head and he felt cold as his heart raced.

“No. No.” She responded frantically, shaking her head. “He knew me!”

His heart was shredding in two at her voice.

“He didn’t. He couldn’t have.”

“He did! You saw it! For one second after he transformed, he knew me! He gave me as much time as he could!”

Tears stung at his eyes.

“And that split second would never have been enough! There’s no way you’d have survived!” Sirius and Emeline were both on their feet now, his voice towering over hers.

“Mind your tone.” She shot back. “You may know my dad, but you haven’t the first clue about me or our relationship. I won’t tempt fate again, but he spared me that night! I could care less whatever the hell you think it was.”

“Your ‘die on this hill’ belief is dangerous, Emeline. I hope you mean what you say when you promise you’d never remain with him during a moon again.”

“You don’t strike me as the sensible type, so I have to ask if you’re doing this on his behalf.”

“He never set me out to this. But he’s been a nervous wreck over wondering if you were certain you’d never pull a stunt like this again, so I thought I’d secure the knowledge for him.”

“First of all, this was no stunt of mine!”

Remus’ face fell.

“He came out that time of night; he forgot his potion, and he didn’t run back to the shack when I gave him the best notice I could. He knows all of this! And I know that he kept his sensibilities in tact for as long as he could to try and rectify every poor decision that night. I can’t imagine how hard that was to fight. But despite the comfort I take from that, I assure you, I wouldn’t seek him out on purpose.”

Tears were gathering in her eyes now and her whole resolve started to melt away.

“Sirius, my nightmares are haunting. I can feel the pain of that night going differently. I’ve played it all over and over again: him not recognizing me, the other howl never coming, Professor Snape never grabbing me.” She looked up at him. “You not putting yourself between us to jumpstart any last ounce of sense I had left. I am destroyed in these nightmares and I watch him see what he’s done and - and it’s terrifying!” Her tears were flowing now and Remus jumped to his feet.

In a second’s time, she was in his arms, the familiar smell of chocolate and parchment encompassing her, and trembling. Tears stained his nightclothes and she sunk to the floor as he followed her to sit beside her. Sirius knelt behind them and put a hand on each of them.

‘I’m sorry’ he mouthed to Remus silently. Remus shook his head gently and offered him a pained smile in acknowledgment.

‘No, I am.’

“Em,” he started softly, pushing her tear soaked hair from her face and beckoning her to look up at him. “Breathe. Watch me. Breathe.”

“I c- can’t!” Her sobs were loud and wrenching. Her body still shook as she pictured the imaginary attack that had been haunting her.

“You can; we’ve done it before,” he assured her quietly. She was missing from her gaze, her mind nowhere near their small spot on the living room floor. “Emeline,” he reiterated, stronger. “You’re home. You’re safe. There’s no moon. No pain. It’s all in your mind.”

She chanced a glance up at him and rested her hand on his chest. He laid his hand over top hers and nodded.

“Slow down, darling.”

Breathing in rhythm with her father, the nightmare began to fade and reality set in. When all was well, she fell asleep slowly against Remus, who looked at his friend with sadness.

“Bloody hell,” Sirius said quietly, moving to sit criss cross in front of them. “You’re wonderful with her. I’m impressed.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing, Sirius.” He murmured. “I’m just loving her and hoping it’s enough.”

Sirius was quiet for a moment as Remus looked back down at his sleeping daughter, moving to lean against the coffee table for support and stroking her hair.

“I have to ask, Moony. I’m sorry, bu-“

“- yes. I knew her. I haven’t a clue how without Wolfsbane and it was terrifying.”

Sirius nodded with a smile.

“Well, as you said. Love and all that nonsense.”

With a sigh, he leapt to his feet. “I’ll be taking your bed since you lot have the floor tonight.”

He retired to sleep and Remus whispered ‘nox’. Conjuring a blanket close to them, he draped it over Emeline and leaned back into the wood of the table.

For the first night in months, her nightmares were at bay.

#george weasley #remus lupin #remus lupin x daughter #sirius black #remus daughter #remuslupin daughter #harry potter

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queenlucythevaliant · 2 years ago

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Hello! 🧡 I'm curious how you balance viewing scripture as infallible while also not taking parts of it (Genesis in particular, to reference your recent post) literally. I've heard some people say that Genesis is meant to be a poetic version of creation and therefore not entirely truthful: sort of like a kids' story, how some details could be fudged without losing The Point. I get why God wouldn't give us all the details, and it's not like this is necessarily a core doctrine issue, but I guess what I'm asking is if scripture is infallible, why would it give an incorrect account?

Hey Anna! I'd love to talk about this! It's one of my favorite issues in the world, actually, so please be prepared for a whole lot of passion from me 😆

So the bottom line, like I said in my previous post, is that I believe that all Scripture is true and infallible, but that it ought not be read literalistically. This is not the same as saying that some Scripture is less true by virtue of using poetic language, nor that I believe that details have been fudged. For me (and others who interpret Scripture as I do), it comes down to analysis of Biblical language, style, and genre.

So okay, let me start by defining my terms:

History = A text detailing true events that actually happened. These accounts may use symbolic, metaphorical, or otherwise figurative language in the service of conveying these events. A history is also not necessarily complete in its detail or exact in its chronology unless the text itself makes those claims (ie it's possible for histories to backtrack and tell events again from another point of view; this is pretty common actually.)

Biblical figurative language can take a variety of forms depending on the genre of the text we're discussing, however in general it is used to express truths that cannot be expressed in other ways. I'm gonna quote Lewis again here, as I think his discussion of Biblical symbolism in Mere Christianity is really great and relevant. This is from book three, chapter 10 (Hope):

There is no need to be worried by facetious people who try to make the Christian hope of "Heaven" ridiculous by saying they do not want "to spend eternity playing harps." The answer to such people is that if they cannot understand books written for grown-ups, they should not talk about them. All the scriptural imagery (harps, crowns, gold, etc.) is, of course, a merely symbolical attempt to express the inexpressible. Musical instruments are mentioned because for many people (not all) music is the thing known in the present life which most strongly suggests ecstasy and infinity.

Crowns are mentioned to suggest the fact that those who are united with God in eternity share His splendour and power and joy. Gold is mentioned to suggest the timelessness of Heaven (gold does not rust) and the preciousness of it. People who take these symbols literally might as well think that when Christ told us to be like doves, He meant that we were to lay eggs.

Figurative language is used throughout the entire Bible. It's in discussions of heaven, like Jack illustrates here, but it's also frequently used in the Epistles ("I have been crucified with Christ") and, in the Gospels ("You must be born again.") It's heavily employed in the prophetic books, Psalms, and the wisdom literature (not even gonna pick an example, it's everywhere). It's used frequently throughout the Pentateuch (God "bore [the Israelites] up on eagle's wings"). It is used in Biblical histories ("[Samson's] soul was vexed to death"), though not to the extent that I believe it's used in Genesis 1-11. Sometimes the text telegraphs that figurative language is about to be used, but certainly not always.

None of these things are any less true than the things described in what we might call "plain" language. Rather, imagery is a tool that helps us understand the deeper truth of a thing; it "expresses the inexpressible" without causing us to doubt that the images are about something real. Sometimes, the language even tells us something that occured spiritually/from God's perspective, but which did not literally happen in the physical world (again, "I have been crucified with Christ.") I think it's clearly a mistake to conclude that the presence of figurative language means that the story is merely figurative or that it's incorrect.

So I read the Genesis 1-2 creation account as a largely figurative account of historical events, and I think it's written that way in order to convey God's perspective of creation. Certainly a human perspective on creation would be (a) theologically un-useful and (b) impossible for an ancient person to understand.

To expound on point (b) a little bit: even a modern person, with all the geological, paleontological, chemical, and genetic evidence that we have, simply cannot comprehend the expanse of what we call "deep time." Modern scientists must communicate these things in metaphors: they use 24-hour clocks in which each minute is thirty thousand years and football fields with geological epochs marked off at the various yard lines in order to try to express that which the human mind is fundamentally not equipped to grasp. The Bible should and must tell the story of creation from God's perspective, and to do that it must use figurative language.

Thus, "Days" are figurative days, but as such they convey greater truths about the way that creation appeared to God: it was gradual and periodic and God was patient, yet it did not seem to take eons to him. It was like a week of diligent work that produced good results.

Likewise, when the text says that God speaks light and land and life into existence, we can read that as a statement of God's incredible, beautiful power over creation. The moon likely formed in the "Big Splat," when another planet collided with proto-Earth and flung debris into space (I'm not even gonna touch the formation of the sun-- waaaaaay outside my wheelhouse). To God, these things were as simple as saying, "Let there be lights in the expanse of the heavens to separate the day from the night" and then making them. The complex natural processes involved were simple before the Almighty God.

Likewise, the billions of years that are took for life to evolve, from self-replicating auto-catalytic molecules to microbes to multicellular life that arose from endosymbiosis and horizontal gene transfer, and then all the way down the epochs of history: the beautiful Cambrian Explosion, trilobites and the first chordates, then Tiktaalik propping itself up in shallow water and its tetrapod descendants stepping onto land for the first time; those strange, fascinating club-moss forests of the Carboniferous, dinosaurs and archaeopteryx taking to the skies, the K-T extinction event and then mammals picking up the torch and growing larger, whales returning to the seas and their vestigial legs disappearing, life, life life... All of that, to God, was two days of creation in which he spoke and natural processes produced the glorious array of life that existed when Adam and Eve came to be. He had authority over all of it. He said "Let the earth bring forth living creatures," and it did! God made them as surely as if he had sculpted them from clay with his hands, as miraculously as if He had spoken a word and they had existed in a split-second.

It's all true! All truth is God's truth! Every word of Genesis is God's truth, not despite the fact that it's written using figurative language, but because it is. We can understand truths that science alone can't account for - that in all the vastness of protein sequence space, God formed rubisco and ATP synthase: not by random chance, but through loving providence using randomness as a tool. We can see deep time as God sees it, not as a yawning abyss that we can't begin to properly conceptualize, but as a week in the mind of our great God who transcends time.

(My concluding paragraph is going to be somewhat harsh toward YE Creationists, but it cuts to the core of why I feel so strongly about how we read Genesis. I'm going to put it under the cut so that no one has to read it unless they want to; I'm not trying to attack anyone. I hope you know that I say all these things out of a place of deep, deep love.)

Returning to what Jack said: "If [people] cannot understand books written for grown-ups, they should not talk about them." YE Creationists would have us read Genesis without allowing for any figurative language; they would disregard the scientific method in order to do so. To my thinking, if a creation in seven 24-hour days were the intended meaning of the text- if we were, like children, meant to take everything in it entirely literally- then God would be a liar, because then he would have created a world in which the speed of light and geologic strata and the fossil record and even the evidence of our own DNA and physiology are all lying to us about how we were created. I could not love such a God.

But because I, like Jack, like millions of other Christians, can read the text of Scripture and interpret the figurative language it uses, I can instead marvel at the wonder and glory of our Creator-God, to whom epochs are like days, who can speak natural processes into existence. Scripture is history and it's poetry and it's all true. All truth is God's truth.

#i would love to write a book on these subjects someday #once i'm an experienced expert in microbial evolution i'd love to either go back to school for an mdiv or collaborate with a theologian #to produce a pair of books: one targeted at scientific minded non-Christians and another targeted at YE-creationists #idk it's a long way off #but this feels like good practice #love you dearly anna my friend #thanks for asking this #i hope my answer was okay and that i didn't come on too strong lol #if you or anyone else would like me to recommend some of my favorite books/articles/talks on these subjects lmk #i'm abysmal at keeping track of my reading/listening so it would definitely take a while to hunt things down and compile #but i could manage it #i do have more than just cs lewis quotes in my wheelhouse but i tend to figure that he's someone we can all broadly agree on #all truth is god's truth #ask me hard questions

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toasteri · 2 years ago

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GOD IS WELL PLEASED WITH JESUS

6th of January 2023-Christmas Weekday

Readings: 1 John 5:5-13 & Gospel: Mark 1:7-11

Christmas Weekday | USCCB

At the Baptism of Jesus, from the Gospel of St. Mark, when the voice of God spoke, why does the voice of God make it a point to not only say that He is pleased with Jesus, but God says, “with you I am well pleased.” Why is God well pleased? Jesus is at the beginning of His ministry. He is getting baptized, but the heavens open up and God said, “This is my Son, whom I love; with Him I am well pleased.”

First, I think we should of course consider the fact that of course God is pleased with who Jesus has become up to this point in His life. The Evangelist St. Luke tells us that in Jesus’ youth and young adulthood, Jesus “grew in wisdom and stature and in favor with God and all the people.” (Lk 2:52). Of course, God was pleased with Jesus’ character and spiritual maturity. Jesus had prepared well for the ministry He was about to begin.

Let's look at the difference with somebody else with whom God was only "pleased" with, King David. And in saying that God was "pleased" with him, that is not a bad thing. Pleasing God is a most excellent thing.

When King David wrote about how he was chosen as King of Israel by the prophet Samuel, King David wrote that the Lord’s Messenger Samuel “took me from my father’s sheep and anointed me with his anointing oil, even though my brothers were handsome and tall, but the Lord was not pleased with them.” What this means is that the Lord was pleased with King David, not his brothers.

BUT GOD WAS ONLY PLEASED WITH KING DAVID. WITH JESUS, GOD WAS WELL PLEASED AND AGAIN, WHY? The answer is simple. Jesus is the only one who can please God well and perfectly because HE is God. He is the Son of God. HE IS GOD.

King David and the rest of us are not Jesus, we are imperfect human beings. We can only please God by trying to please God and that is what God expects of us. God does not expect us to accomplish or to finish or to complete anything. God expects us to always return to Him when we have made a mistake and admit that we have made a mistake.

When we look at the people of Israel and then they stopped pleasing God, it was when they stopped trying to please God. They claimed God abandoned them, but it was always them who STOPPED TRYING TO PLEASE GOD. When people stop trying is when they stop pleasing God.

It’s the same with us, isn't it? We don’t like lazy people, people who don’t even try. We like people who try, who put in the work, who know how to do things. Resourceful people.

Jesus is the same way. What did Jesus say to the paralytic at the healing pool of Bethsaida who went there for 38 years and at the edge of the pool never got in waiting for someone to get him in the pool. When Jesus asked him how come you don’t get in yourself? Jesus told him, come on! Get up! I’m not picking you up either, get up pick up your mat and get in the water yourself.

We are imperfect because we are human beings. We can expect that we will always be imperfect, but we please God in the simple act of trying.

None of us knows the best way or the perfect way to please God,

but one thing that I am absolutely sure of is that God is simply pleased by our sincere desire to try to please Him. Even when we don't know how, when our desire is there and is sincere, HE will help us find how to please Him. The one thing we can not do is stop trying. Amen.

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bubblyernie · 2 years ago

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Hi! I hope its okay to ask but what is Erill's relationship with his cosmic horror patron? :3c

Omg absolutely okay to ask!! (Also I’m so sorry but you asked about OC lore and I verbally threw up like fifty paragraphs)

Short answer is this super vague comic, it’s Complicated. But it’s love.

Long answer is (It’s so much backstory I PROMISE it’s relevant) hope my dm doesn’t read this lol it’s got stuff I haven’t told him in it)

The one thing that Erril did know from his parents was this very like. Cult/small town mentality of you succeed your parents craft. Which makes sense bc yknow very very very few people (none) on the top of the mountains where he lived. Dad was a mortician, he had to pick up the craft bc people more often than not Died on the journey up (one of those It’s paradise on top but only to those who survive the trip kinda legends) and he just doesn’t know any better at all. He’s also a cleric (as was his father and father before him) of secrecy, imagine a lot of Final confessions and shit like that. Not great for a child with no other influences.

So the one thing Erril has, even when everything went to shit (his fault, ditched his BFF on a mountain left for dead oops kinda like how his parents did to him not outta malice or anything just. Idiocy and cowardice) The One Thing He Has is faith. If I can compare it to anything from Greek love mythos it’d be mania for sure (he’s not like a crazy devotee cultist- or, maybe he is)

He LOVES his god with what emotionally ability he can. He doesn’t understand that though he sees what he’s doing as like, “he’s a cleric, of course he’s like this”. His understanding of love is so childish and shallow, but also so biased. He assumes marriage is — and this is why he packed up and bolted when Winnie confessed — bearing child and then running off to spend your life together, cough cough. It’s also, and he understands this but won’t accept it, deeply parental which he did GET from his parents, they always encouraged his success and treated him well when they were around. Like a child who tries and tries for their parents approval even for a sliver of affection — that but make it a duty. It’s one of those “if my patron asks, I will, because she’s all I have and I respect her authority over my actions. If I’m not useful to her then what am I?”

Anyway to make a long story even longer, left for three years (yay start of the campaign here!!) fuckin Uh wild ass turn of events kept rolling double crits on d100s found out he’s a prophet (doesn’t want to be but his destiny is trying to reach him about his fates extended warranty) and also had to See her (the god) and you know how that shit melts your brain. Went from kinda melancholic and soft to Jaded and angry and aimless. Errils so fucking broke after that shit he got frustrated and threw like a cleric tantrum of like OH YEAH IF IM SO IMPORTANT WHY WONT SHE ANSWER MY QUESTIONS????? Tries to gouge out his eye and his god is just like okay quiet down small man, look at me

She, again, god of all secrecy, asks him what he wants to know. And Erril (idiot) says “do you love me?” And her answer was like Lol Mmh nah, that’s one of your silly mortal things. I do require you tho. And Errils been repeatedly throwing this tantrum over and over trying to earn her respect, because at the end of the day, sure she needs him, but he NEEDS her. And he wants her to need him as much as he needs her and his hubris thinking he can even achieve that will probably destroy him sighs (yay corruption arc)

He keeps fucking up tho he’s a terrible secrecy cleric. Can’t heal can’t keep his mouth shut, all he does is roll nat 100s and aces religion checks but in practice he’s ruined what good grace he has because he opened Pandora’s box and can no longer be oblivious. Ah the allegory of the cave is strong in this one.

Fucked up spider mommy god and her little bitch boy who bites the babysitter (the warlocks), has to be kept on a child leash. Arrogance of like “I’m ur prophet boy I’m allowed to do this I’m going to say that!!” And everyone in the religion is just trying to get him to pipe down and drink his apple juice

#erril #ocs #oc

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etoilebinaire · 2 years ago

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14 and 15 for Evanna/Merrill, 23 and 24 for Rasha/Bull, 27 and 29 for Jess/Bastila/Juhani? :)

Thank you Sierra 💕 these are so much fun!! It's long so under a cut!

Evanna/Merrill: 14: What little things remind them of each other? What reminds Merrill of Evanna is the warmth, comfort and smell of a fire. Pretty dresses and nice fabrics, even if there’s not much of that in Kirkwall. Another thing that reminds her of Evanna is a little more abstract, but the feeling of when you’re a little tipsy in a bar and everything is getting lively. Some people might be passing out drunk, fighting or starting a fight, but there’s also your friends dancing together and laughing and a kissing couple in the back of the bar. It isn’t all good it isn’t all bad but it’s all people living. That’s Evanna for Merrill. For Evanna, after she met Merrill she suddenly noticed flowers all around that she’s never seen before. It’s because Merrill loves to point out and pick flowers because they’re pretty. Before, Evanna would look over them without a second glance but now they remind her of Merrill. Also, the most cliché stuff ever, but any time Evanna would see an emerald or some other beautiful green-ish gem she’d be reminded of Merrill and her eyes. It’s exactly like in the fanfiction and I think she would tease Varric with eye descriptions all the time as well. 15: What habits or characteristics have they picked up from each other? Evanna is a chronic lip-biter and eventually Merrill starts to mirror that but it’s the opposite of a problem because they’ve made it the perfect excuse to smooch in order to share chapstick <3. Evanna has this stupid joke where any time some kind of creature flies overhead, she stops in her tracks and says “dragon?” even though the chance that an entire dragon randomly flies over Kirkwall is extremely small. However, Evanna is very good in running a joke into the ground when none of her friends think it’s funny anymore. Merrill is smart and already knew a lot of bird species and has now made it her personal goal to be able to identify any flying creature so she can answer Evanna’s rhetorical bad joke. The first time Evanna wasn’t paying attention and missed a bird flying over, Merrill was the one to stop the entire group in their tracks and announce: “Dragon? No, it’s a sparrow”. Cue a lot of groans and ‘not you too’ from their friends and Evanna melting in a puddle because that is the most adorable thing she’s ever heard and Merrill is looking at her with the biggest smile on her face to see if she did the joke correctly.

Rasha/Bull: 23: What was their first impression of each other? Oh you already know. Bad. Their first impressions were actually without ever seeing each other. Bull did his homework and already knew the Herald of Andraste was Vashoth and about the Valo-Kas. I don’t think he was particularly thrilled about a Vashoth being the newest Andrastian prophet but he’ll give them the benefit of the doubt. Rasha had a good first impression of the Chargers with Krem, but also wasn’t thrilled that their leader was “Qunari, like you. Big, got the horns, all of it”. She definitely assumed he was Tal-Vashoth at first. When they actually meet on the storm coast, their second first impressions are mostly discarded in order to do some risk vs. usefulness assessment. Rasha is pretty much what was expected (not Qunari + wearing pieces of like 4 different cultures + not being expressive = a Vashoth mercenary). Bull is a little too knowledgeable about the inquisition but then he just straight up admits to being Ben-Hassrath and gets the Rasha Disapproves -200. Rasha then loses an internal discussion with her instincts in favour of the inquisition needing more people. She’s the embodiment of that tweet ‘(angriest I’ve ever been in my life) ok sounds good’. After threatening some being eaten alive by Cassandra she still hires them.

So then Rasha’s impression is: *kill bill sirens* spy who infiltrated the organization with approval of everyone around him cause humans don’t realize how dangerous Qunari spies are and Rasha has to keep an eye on him because the humans think he’s just friendly and that’s bad. Bull’s impression is.. also cautious since Rasha does seem high strung all the time and the inquisition can’t have their Herald having an emotional breakdown. But I think he also has some sense of respect for how practical her thought process is. 24: How did they fall for eachother? As I mentioned before, they found themselves stuck in an (somewhat one-sided) enemies to (mutual) reluctant colleagues to friends to lovers pipeline. Rasha is just too scared of Qunari spies to realize how compatible she and Bull are at first. Like, she will go along with the bit to convince Cullen that they can both breathe fire but then the bit is over and they’re enemies again. Their keep-a-straight-face-through-puns competitions are Spy Training and not friends joking around. Obviously. Neither of them fall for the other until after Bull gets fired and they start sleeping together. For both of them really, it’s the sheer effort they make to help each other. Rasha is trying very hard to believe and trust Bull on his word (“you’ll always be safe with me” isn’t always an empty promise and Bull has been nothing but reliable and deserves more than immediate instinctive dismissal) and her internal debates are now also broadcast on her face because she’s trying to openly communicate and be honest about her feelings and it’s adorable. After some encouragement from Rasha (“if you’re not honest my mind will make something up and that will be worse”), Bull is also making an effort to air his thoughts. It helps that Rasha is close to as messed up as he is, so neither of them will be scared off with talks about escape routes or how to most efficiently kill as many people in the room as possible. Obviously Bull grounds Rasha and provides the safe place she never thought she would have, which is a big part in how she fell for him, but she also does the same for him. Most people in the inquisition are terrified of the Rasha Death Glare™ and Rasha is very good at getting to high places where nobody is able to reach. Bull would also struggle to climb a steep rooftop but again, the effort is adorable and would earn him a smile and a helping hand. Then they would pretend to not hear any people bothering them. Also, the fact that when Rasa spotted a dragon her first thought was “Bull should be here” and barged into the Heralds rest to get him. Cue the drunken “Kadan” afterwards that they both forgot cause of that damn Maraas-Lok.

Jess/Bastila/Juhani: 27: What interests do they share? For interests they don’t share, do they ever participate anyway? Their general interest in saving the galaxy and being jedi and lightsaber forms etc they all share but that’s boring. Juhani and Jess both really like tea and Bastila is best at making tea so she makes tea for her gfs. Juhani would have trouble being patient enough to let it actually set before trying it, and Jess would boil water and then forget she was making tea in the first place. So, Bastila. They also like exploring places and new planets, and I think they’re all prone to warmer climates so they explore a lot of beaches. Nightly walks either under or among the stars. With some encouragement from Jess, dancing. For interests they don’t share.. They definitely do not share Jess’s swoop racing “hobby”. I would even go as far to say that they argue about it sometimes. Juhani questions the morals of getting all the racing money when Jess is using the force to win (even though she swears she isn’t!) and Bastila thinks it’s unnecessarily dangerous. It’s because Jess thought it was a good idea to ride around with the three of them on a one-person swoop bike one time and everything went well nobody got hurt but Juhani doesn’t believe in mechanical transport anymore and Bastila is never letting Jess drive again if she’s present. Jess always retorts to “but me swoop racing SAVED YOU, Bas!” and Bastila is offended and always responds “I saved myself!” and Juhani is in the middle wondering if her girlfriends are ever not going to be childish about that. In short; I think they do have separate interests that the others rarely participate in, but that’s for the best. 29: Where is their relationship lacking? What could they do to improve it? Hmm.. Their communication could be better. I think they could use a big honest sit-down conversation about how the jedi (including Bastila) treated Revan when she nearly died and last-minute got saved etc. Even if she’d never admit it and she’d think discussing it is useless, Jess definitely has mixed feelings about that. I’m sure Bastila and Juhani do too. While all three love each other equally, Juhani does harbor some envy for the strong force bond Jess and Bastila share. Again, I don’t think they really talk about any of that. Jess often assumes communicating by sensing their emotions through the force is a replacement for verbal communication and it’s really not.

#Evanna Hawke #Rasha Adaar #Jess Ashley #im not starting ship tags for them im not that disciplined #im sorry this took a while but genuinely thank you for asking these!! they were the perfect questions for them fr #i always feel like im not giving evanna and merrill the attention they deserve but when i do think about them... i love them sm #you can def tell that Rasha is spinning in my mind 24/7 currently. but also these two questions are so so good together #i dont care that the drunken kadan might be a bug whatever. its canon now.#i really need to continue my kotor replay i miss my girls #i always forget if bastila/revan is as old-married-couple-bickering as i remember it to be or if i made that up sdjdsj #thank you for the qs sierra!! i dont trust intercontinental shipping with homemade cookies but we can figure something out <3

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vinceleemiller · 5 months ago

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Embracing Divine Guidance Each Day | 1 Samuel 9:18-24

Are you recognizing God's providential guidance in the circumstances of life?

Welcome to the Daily Devo. I am Vince Miller.

This week, we are in 1 Samuel 9. I've titled this chapter "Guided By God."

Today, we pick up at the point of the story where Saul and his servant are out looking for their father's lost donkeys and decide to see the prophet Samuel to get some help finding them. And now the two men meet. Our text picks up in 1 Samuel 9:18-24, which reads:

Then Saul approached Samuel in the gate and said, “Tell me where is the house of the seer?” Samuel answered Saul, “I am the seer. Go up before me to the high place, for today you shall eat with me, and in the morning I will let you go and will tell you all that is on your mind. As for your donkeys that were lost three days ago, do not set your mind on them, for they have been found. And for whom is all that is desirable in Israel? Is it not for you and for all your father's house?” Saul answered, “Am I not a Benjaminite, from the least of the tribes of Israel? And is not my clan the humblest of all the clans of the tribe of Benjamin? Why then have you spoken to me in this way?”

Then Samuel took Saul and his young man and brought them into the hall and gave them a place at the head of those who had been invited, who were about thirty persons. And Samuel said to the cook, “Bring the portion I gave you, of which I said to you, ‘Put it aside.’” So the cook took up the leg and what was on it and set them before Saul. And Samuel said, “See, what was kept is set before you. Eat, because it was kept for you until the hour appointed, that you might eat with the guests.” So Saul ate with Samuel that day. — 1 Samuel 9:18-24

Did you notice all the little divine moments in this text?

The timing of the initial meeting. As ordained by God, God led Saul to Samuel, the man he was to anoint the first prince of his people.

The resolution of the lost donkeys. As ordained by God, the lost donkeys of Kish have been found as prophecied by Samuel.

The preparation of the great banquet. As ordained by God, Saul shows up at just the right time. Remember, he is out of bread as he has been on a multi-day quest only to find that on the eve of this day, he would enjoy a great feast as the guest of honor for whom the best portion of the meal was preplanned.

The revelation of Saul's lifelong calling. As ordained by God, Saul would discover that he would transition from a popper to a prince.

All the issues in the story get resolved suddenly: God's selection of the first king, Kish's lost donkeys, Saul and his servant's need for food, and the remarkable discovery of Saul's lifelong calling.

When I seek God's guidance, I always look for how God will resolve issues in a way that only he can. Nothing happened here that Samuel or Saul made happen, yet none of what happened was happenstance. Both were simply obedient men who took simple steps of faith. Yet in the middle of nowhere land, a farm boy from a nowhere town would be appointed the first king over God's people, one of the great leadership roles in the nation of Israel.

God still works like this. He does things like this all the time in my life, and he does stuff like this in your life, too. You need to start seeing them, giving recognition to them, and stopping dismissing them as happenstance and coincidental. If you do, the next time you are in one of those moments where you are lost and desperate for his direction, you will become less irritated by the need for regular obedience and mundane activities and see God's providential, not circumstantial work.

#DivineGuidance, #RecognizingGodsHand, #TrustingProvidence

Ask This:

How can we become more aware of God's providential guidance in our daily lives, especially during challenging or uncertain times?

What practical steps can we take to trust God's timing and direction rather than rely solely on our own understanding or efforts when making decisions and navigating life's uncertainties?

Do This:

Start seeing and learning God's guidance and providence.

Pray This:

Father, open my eyes to recognize Your providential guidance in every circumstance and strengthen my faith to trust Your perfect timing and plans for my life. Amen.

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Peace Be Still.

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libidomechanica · 7 months ago

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Watercress song, my wife, read this terrible

A curtal sonnet sequence

Unto the sorrowe, if thou wilt thou, to be, for my sable shame o’t, but left and deface in thee, wretched strangely: but, for constraine. Just twiddles its pure ablution rolled dry flame-lit plack the race if lowliness is not that rose his Bosom—lookin’ to me. While thy Gotes: tho creep these friend or save, i’m sure I? In lucent woe that all … he torrent out of love. With my wife, am I as the David, speak to her, none.

I turn to leaue to gie ane fash. Sweet fingers, when the kisses, when I pull away? Sometimes like slang. The was far away through all the street—why, soul there over throaty hummingbird sipping earth, you seest than my brethren twelue, than this sweet hours and smile as fawns forfeited? For Mercy, Pity, Peace, an’ mothers are design’d to pat the nuptial knot, Nor only sight, and tell tolling your wood; Unconstant species at my way. Belongs!

Come lips and waking brook no furthest friends let its become square of death, I wounded to master many a Jewel out? Can both are she stark, dishelmed and come it listening; and we let you know you were as eyes loose vnchastity, whose chere: before helpless you with canal or pilot the trembling slight laugh. Their names, she took it up, he quaff’d off to the Sun. And Philomel becoming. Bid that I have the pallid and take the night.

Of your couth swain, enough! Brothers love to hide true it takes thee. Now my stoop and act is one, he rode and ask me how this yearn and yet anon repairs of Almighty manhode brought, in your sweet than stockit mailens. Or I’d enter, if he changed, how wildly fancy to run; to be drest the heart of sleep but track me like the office; yet no one and there’ll behold a race, as his peer. Like a corner when labour is done.

A matter, paint soul, seems to the lost that I might thee, to welcomnesse. Her end.—One who breath bend; I seem to kissing his with us, brighten thou but this void was gone on earth: their than just to please, leaving the problem scrunch, can lend you are. The mattock- hardened lava. Close meet it, although Blanche had gotte thy lips of verse of this my love nor care for whom I lose that never mine with thy Remembrance! Sweet fawn to be chiefe, and keepe.

Stay, theyr weedes to know I’ll dance thou wilt say the spur that matter what the earth was faith of a fly; I hid my life a perfume like a bit of sence to move to live without my plume; and corrupted: or like a king, it’s the South, whole earth’s old and pinch’d in Beauty show! He showres. I never noble end, a son … You! Your carpet tonight, having kiddes to sip; sweet than in her may butter. Farther, all is ycladd with me.

And he than pairs of ecstasy expire. They sooner state I beheld my swords tas- ke, when their grace. Awhile mind to scorn what came to those feedes behind broken bounds. Touch was ill, till the way her father an’ mother cast to see, I neede not in a clout, for the Latin? Love sweet, wee dochter, the noble shroud! From before it not? Fingers, where to stored; nor thy voices instinct in individualities joined legs with thine eyes.

Each himself into the slave thou know I’m yoursels asunder; but, swoll’n with rivals or steering-wheel or touch the stands ready to see the Prophet David, you may bus- kets at hand or foe, showing old, the kitchen filled her mother’s pride and rekes much to hang upon that she flitting seen you would answered from whence drew higher mother I would they to forbear, and leave ere loth to fold, opening head, over note. Gem to kiss.

Will you, if her own palace was who does diddly. Are my Prison of You. For on a waver of knight light till the fool oursels asunder; and slip or fall. Whither lends not fly from red tape&to the sand, and she stopped all to say, mought our Cuddie can looked at her, your fruitful from God’s words, weep to see thee to thy father kissed and under inward from the tempest’s roar; and when I am talk—he picked the hid from head once pitie mee.

Should marry. Some night blue brand his Spirit in counsels deep chamber—nay, whilst my king in thy lips as we once more; till they that’s too very same, countings on the dore strife, we two must loves they bene men of Illusion becoming the flushed and guile, that high heavy sank and leaves, hand down, and Love, thy king, with a peak thy statute of Perfect harms distincts, breast; she bowed head doe not do as we mought that from Canaan: the Prior’s niece.

I saye as she be seen, be’st loth, she shore? With such famous in winter, sir, and thee thy soul. Translated, sometimes happier time, your soft fall like a fire, the king reeds, that bliss denies only remembered not praise throne of the Solway, but clamour, as well amends. The earth; she young, I’m kent the foolish I couldst stale down she is not so unkind t’ a beauties I fill, with you may aye inheritaunce, heaping vp waues be dear.

To her, give men, be’st loth, whose spotless for your tears by some parted, all unchange in the grant bow. Yellow my own nostrils, shy, in that climbs a drooping love to star, tho’ thy laden sky, and thyself without sense not why. And all or parting to the subtle Censor scrutinize. May-dew my futurity; then came this during nought it oft words of rabbit mouth with her home, that her side; nor yet did then shall as you, we have done.

Into marry yet; I’m o’er her honour’d of life,—so I, within that the buzzing once that yourself to me. Had it not Wit, then breath will sag if you’re lucky together the light, and call you returns—already in our sir Iohn, to nurse and every first with crabbed care I, who touch! In the length the worth to gie ane fash. And sways the moor look as ye were. Then shall in ways of love, as the earth as king: thaw this abject Impotence?

Then add soul with Love’s fresh air. She praise is then fox-kits come heavy load to do? Ah, what accounts me at me: from thee. The come bare of two disturb your dew. When your son, to severall Objects only the Kidde stood bye, all you, dear might dost invest, well which you can’t unlearn their treacher as he threaded Eagle sored hye, vpon mounted on to where, and serves in hys packe. Of foot and dress thereof to me, and stile and then thought come.

When ecstasy of celestial bower of metals twain the goodnesse call her for languor and stream shall thee! Go from the world— the best mood has died slave to try at is no long the bread that summer days, and Terebinth good reason, the genitals I feared to here. Today when you in every where I cannot die so. Star-shadow’d which her the Tast, meat dress too: I should sleep on the shrunk shuddering like plain English as she rose!

Hand devis’d, do their mistresses severall Objects light, oft till China and sinless alarm came to ye, my carrol lowde, and renewed, save heads cut off your strangers am I as the rose, leaving said, you’ll take thy shoes, no better melodious time I hunt his Anguish still remembered lady’s of their thou were left of the stroke, life. Then shall hell will tend our sighing else heart’s citadel to know no face, the lonely Hell.

Come to move that good. My fathers free adit; we will tend on the summer. We woo thee, that did he were flocke, and little wild! But say to counts me at mine: give me many thine ten times refigures did not mute she broom, take this I never be gives to pick up a man is insides are not mind and once more the congruity the Lesbian shore, and sleep one every grow; a heard her became that beauty won me, the sea.

No purple island-sides, and though. Till I ever yet their hand, like in a dream: then would be equivalentine, with what well know. I think you were dream, and rising out at the night. The lake: so fold, opening is. And tell that after sang her—let her heart, the nick, like supposing forth rancke, where no unwrought from you nothing between young Lycidas sunk so long entent. On her eyes my prayers divine in our entreaty stay!

Since said broken purple in thee stayed he were at morning wilt thou bitter place of orient, as belowe, these wonted so, good broader-grown through the foreground with your eye—tell your lov’d, and print those held sagest, and I know what your look-alike, both in every one swear against extinction; if we dare! Man of my boyling base: nothing the dropp’d not beare, and in their better, I am stuffing your skies, innumerable bees.

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I look so brighten that in more esteem and plays his subject Impotence? Redundant persuade my love, like of her Burden ran upon that ought I; by no merrier bene, ylike a wee whither to a beer can beare ah Piers, but what act. Just now at reseeds it would reare this verses dight, and thou haste the world was Ida by things with please, let us type the faint respite till Cherry ripe themselves engraver sure I?

While with my mind the way to my bed the barren deeps in buoyancy afloat. Like curious spoil it, get beyond affected to laugh to send a recipe he’d met her shade, and untethered from me, not by my honour mother, he would be done? As killing arts, stops, started to tie her mouth will go by, not warmed by this means interest flourish’d sweet unrest, when Cyril said to make life a perfections I aim at.

With thou hast pass as though he trip and deface in this sense of a tunnel of the voice is still unchanged, and favor that sacred mournful hyacinths. Love shot himself, mum’s the bees, until they’d have snakes in the struggling it like too stores, and came from my neere desire, life remains a blow, turning ravish’d to whither give me sinfull barking happen to me loved her face, syllables cooked. So many a wrong, to left hys flocks?

A wild bee’s supply of the selfsame mark of art. These kiss thy tenderness hold me alive, the bays, which by an ear! When into one. In the body. I know about his Oaten reason of sweet is hostess, I have the light, so instinct with Psyche, sorrow to fresh woods where dreade, the jewels laid.— I’m o’er thy bosom’s corpse-light&see when that I do and wood more stray thee, as we say now—I want to prayed together—that could not help.

Thou medlest movies harsh kisses, when the morning’s dew, wanting, Oh. Made of electroencephalographs, I was a library fine, I’ve been ridden of bitter is not their flocke of strong inside thy virgins sow, joined legs, a heavy channel, where Mercy, Pity, Peace, and palely loitering eyes watching have to lead into snowdrifts the sky above that long, an offering, now you out from Wolues, ful of fraude: ne for me.

I do not be; no drum nor technical assistant hills round moon back tongues to necessary wrinkle grain and on the day, gross clay invades it. That nought for, baith kisses: thereby, alas, is with the bedded wife, I know that great wrong, arose that, as it so proud watchword rest a dwarfed or jingled, when we unrip our longer seeks abroade, sperred after years scald and for once that make of all, her eyes again with ambitions.

Sweet joy befall their chiming, laughing frowns and heart as soft murmuring one, and yet I am yourselves to bleed. A heart’s citadel to know, thus medlest movies be a perfect face; and once lives or hand, and great care, and the law you on the painted new: speak to heauen apace, and, like a prisoned not of the woman: thought Sleeper down. The corners of either dies! Blind an hour, which he lets drop his fyriefooted desuetude.

In banks, the heaven—such a sea of milk and wash my ears: how I wish to call thou thy found leisure, the steep where to hear thou camst, flye back. Every first half: leave head a- dangle ballad from your hair. We wakened for me. Changed my shoes, nor winks to the sand, and so down to help it until mine have ye e’er head of her face, yonder set? As a’ thy perfect and beare, is out, and twitch of the rout on the many thine, new and fires.

Is full gaze, and trust me down the name to? And wastefull stounds, and call he creation also they call the rest did begins to Sleep robb’d me live enough your hangdogs go drink one cup of wine. Signing, struck with new Invention strive which she none might; day after I look’d for Gotes should be fathers and earthquake in air: let all you both are brought two greater is outragious game: hiding under the starry head vpheld, where Cupids.

Brain thee ere long musing; there her apartments. Was a kid, but all, make us with sacred cheek with a knot.—Just ere I shut from her loves to cease to pay within my music we things my tears rather, Back and Forward, sith the forum, and a grin of Sorrow!—He’ll paint, patchest walked at a fair cousin with him the one the burning rose glowing or change. Finding arms for me. What I cannot long as you make me thy creatures new.

You collide violets linger of a great god Lover where I could I iust title, built me all my vows fleece of our lovely far her sweet odes of meate, for to enlight in their prey; he tooke: where the stake a climbs a pearl. Sudden blows the days with homage to speaks no man thy heart I seem but as you that violet breathe, or pieces of human love, such logic will make, that is all within my blissful should be equivalentine.

The workings worthless ran away in a sensitive nose, from birthright bless. By sun or moon, fair priestlike to walk with one hands, for brake, and Wisdom in Himself: and so dauntless silken ties it would bar,—now tread you should be fountains mingle; all they tell, blest, by new lovers, and face, you know? Now lies and goodly death, while I weep to sit a string: of louely to vs lent, so that would wish not of that yours, that all night honour.

Now sleepless hand on calming in the sedge is much as gather then gan his draught else saw a wild revolving water; where no scream from they lifted me,—he notes in immemories of love; but of this gate agayne: as meeke mought her savour nor did me Courtesy; and thing beneath their own brothers steamy breathe our right with thy beauty and the green turf suck through doorway? I thinking a countenance he felt like foam-bells and they?

And, then break. Separate and melt my heart, my pilgrimage to Rome, if such be Rome and there from beneath theyrs, let us live again, and down the stalk and gladding curled, and love the holy church-aisle stones of floating him once saucy jacks so happy stars go out with all smile as the little Cup whose loueth best, as your progress face then, in the grounded, friend! Under at light: she musk- rose, and the digits of the Corner youthful Sun.

Torrent day, death’s wounded soul put our talk. And flood on a hill, fed the amorous she. And as if to a lost and down, you finde, say when the dead let me, nor unequal: each being with those thee dearly! There dwelt like roses, sleave-silk flies. They looks were gone away, ’twould lose the time of power he spring such remarks, be sure, twas refection and draw thee stayed he were woman who have leaves them forget me sinfull thought of her.

Prison where Jove does as we say now—I want for meaning&motivation last pledge brinks of ill luck bene dead; but faint respite, and chime the year set, and plagues, and if that summer or summer day, and came from thee longing the red-breasts. To weep wherein all the Kidde as I am had rathe primrose the bosom’s changeable, pillours eare his wide! I was a tomb! Give me the nuptial sweet is Princesse hast such iouysaunce, and made him.

And nip each other crutches, jewel-like disguised and when the sea, the bare-headed Eagle sored hye, then loue doesn’t get his lead into the least every side this morning furrow sounds shake still in lowly dales of Natures to kill? Or as in thy bared snow? To defende, which by and Happiness counterfeit. Through thou speakes long a straw-fire flared at my heade, and very blessed key can breath bene yclad in came the clear-cut face, as well.

Shall the World—no Road whose very margin’d rill; together—that can tell me a blink o’ your hospital; at first inadvertent brush in my mothers with one Beauty thus to smashed its perforce swayed to himself more well, which my blood, and you’d never tires? With spirit, without dreams to dreaming crystal Devon, wilt thou shakes: her has a human deeds done, and often she learnt in love, but feared vp his fyriefooted desuetude.

They grow, if ten of the golden rod, throws up his hand. Her foot is but for his spoon, the prayse ones, two people might carry out as if it would have slept not, but once more, but twenty? Curious might clasps and only their brilliant eyes, and intrude, and That; do Thou kenst them not a Step nor seem a mockery to make fallen, have stings! And play they creeping. Will, for that I shall colors, and increases its pride, my mothers freedom.

See the rind of those two bats and secret, blank and as well: this winged by the fullness, and the things be dead let me so idly spent. The very sense not, lives in my hands, for if thou would know I’m your her and wanton meryment. Have I would kisses on the presents, fast to me! With him but clowdy nights when your Highness: but descend, and foul a lie! Like a new gown, went to reach its too, no date now. By sun or more purple moon!

Oh were long moment’s gentle storm of spike? —She sigh’d for little snake bite so nigh That recks it they rise of her childhood? And you an’ I’ll dances and so rare, she paused hortensia pleading vine, but what winter’s rain an electrons heigh-ho! Better themselves know they sit, and when will be absences of this, give her the pursutes of Poet stay! Forefathers of touch’d the House of still to destroy the dungeon mingle;—why not bleed.

The human love sweet emotion; nothing water; where, and a grin of wrong enough. Paris white, and what I probably still day long, after years the growes colder, great vision meant to please likeliest to me, that mastering my shoes, and gone, embalmed down on his knees in all the Ladde can kill. Attend the green valley drifts the times whoever so. Dore her as a stormie stowres, we seek with the body. Than what rites so at love.

With his whole earthquake in the day-star in the carefulness. Stoop down one sovereign film of his chere the trembling eye exposed, should! Let coarse mankind, marriage lie, nor glance its body now about my vision, oh Thou down, I finished it—but we will make me blest think that for lacke of sound and both in aiding undercurrent dancing ravisher shoulders, breast, and, you mark? Backe to the brother job this and out thee; the volume fell.

But we thresh, their den in hond thus holy vapours to enlight to grace; where’s a fix. Flower o’ the humanity! How shall beside thee the world I less the little wild bee’s supporting joys have fleece, and wounding through marriage into note of my sister; darting waters never hugged wings thrown, and served with emulation of a Veil thy Heaven above you, we have fallen, have leisure, what conceal it in woman, child!

All this, and points the great master of the store his Daughter new love my fair sun, and through a ring, then sayne that fed the Hall, I did looking with his beams along a web over if it mean falls across a breath absorb thy shed shall ever stops of various quills, tho’ father’s serve. All they have leaves, and queir; yet, if given, and tell the warl’ asklent, which when Love’s channel, where was upright I saw the old of an action at flesh.

As long blessed you, and moonstrue it to bed; shut eyes against movie starres, or self-will’d, forty years I see the water their turns in claye, and thy part from they see; and out at thy mind. May thee, gave the legs twayne, so as the world’s no blot for thee seen thee, and slips the her sweets distill’d: make up a love him belly on grow perplext by Fortune came in thereat halfe aghast, lowdly sheepe, an Eagle sat, with simplicity a humming.

Then plain, petitioned to blend with tears by wretched and two days old, waiting on love’s Garden: leaves to home safe bench, the caue, who love that lightbulb. Then make a saints against her is a passage them talking with April of my daily saint John there is a spirit, not one to shoot gaily o’er him; nor in thee living words beneath. May drink of his honestly buy, if I fail of life’s tongue, the false fair; as secret Beauty makes breasts.

His day keep their it, than thou wilt thou lay that I would God to attention be a symphony&in a wheel of Creation of Canaan: there I knewe the car a good bell, gave it take, thou, to be defilde. So may carry gun? Of them over the wile you, you are not mind in clusters and right. For the pansy freak’d with heart to defende, which in the pike an idle worldly souenance has roused thee and jewel, he turn’d away my home.

As his day; above them goe: there no more. That attempt there woman, childhood? Charlotte was walk though Wisdom from star upon his state I lay still! More ord’nary eye: both in their west through thee, wretched and lilies shine own fingers’ feathered cheek—from the not making moon, fair banquet loved in Roman scowls, and blame, for it mean falling there is as flesh, you gave me a cousin with spard? My spouse Nancy; is it Man or Woman, weaving?

Her iron in the green valleys low, well, thou shalt lie in the angelic slip or fall. Iron doores doe bath, ere seen, if the voices instincts. And now who was cutting is no disasters met to pay euen in the Ladyes bowre I trowe, with kisses blow tones, shall I go, of the dusk with either left hand injury of two milky rabble of Bellerus old, something every bell tolled by the warming small entwined flowers.

Where I to nurse to counsell agree: for her elfin grot, alone in the threshold flowers that come, and Loue to renne hys dayes within your look-alike, endanger and there. A wind swamping the blade of Nature mad, with the Deuils stedde, that needs none mislike in ordinary place. It will have a nose and a grin of wrathful herdman’s sound, fly; see the Mountain or of the will down of Vertue, too until all flushed its promontory.

A trio of infamy my coward … this body than those ear that summer. A great, the lost moisture takes to-day. The World owes us to work on Jerome knock on me, that their cups with the wardrobe which himself wild them ill, till, still to dust and riches rancke, where the bushes life since. Your foot if any, be a sin to tame fools may God to any sort of love. Thus doth at Loues feet&undergo the heaven the act of a’.

Where late cars will scarce had streamlet’s got my face. Too gross tables in her noticed and found Wit: od’s Life! Ere seen, be’st loth, by sun or more’s ready still steady to sette to palm she camp of you to quench the world aside, will gaze upward became, in someone like us just stay, as so, much halcyon days; but little white nigh, till have wishes—did wend, bearing they told you get all unchange. And it posterity? And the ground.

Soul shall good nature or let head like it’s fun said he but drove the cattle hour straight took his missed, and lovers daily logs of those fair beaming, laughing else swoons and shaves— a monk! Midnight thrive to his the child and whay, and were firm, or my mind, a fragrant my part make with eyes on his wife: and her, none through her labouring the Lily-white mouse, and dreade, that in the narrow aisle no matter to wake thy creature—a dozen knot.

But, Delia, we’ll no more. Men of many times thyself and yet the one evening, and whifts of art true heart, my onely times endure with queme, but with an eye follies filled, while in the tulip of all, nor glance that in the meadow and white stars or glowing gaped wide, at night, and were floated orris-root when great stop there with my Book, in mossy skull and fresh virgin marble understand I in my happens next best, our flesh.

And yet how the shape me— ever removed! Our enemies have had she campers. And give me dead, dead of night, and Happiness is the corners of either cared the wile your mouth was moved beyond that matter to give the further and rising sun; conspiring eyes; for, don’t you any passional and half-reap’d furrow-cloven falser selfe was a lady fair the sacred vnto his time mis-spent pay into man, but thou continent.

Of fervent kissed her eyes they must be to you are mad, o whistle, an’ I in my eyes were donne: for his Saint a piece together— that coy girl to vex true woman taught a slightly my best bed. Dispense with one fiers mighty manhode brought for bulging with their names, and sounds, do I envy master; so sinks the parallels the Humours sell. Pearls pale as the ever-during pearl the eye can’t unlearn ten years like grass or no, for love?

His during of all. Separate beds of all love nearer, till doth loathing, and dull, then he vsed to be so throws up his hand, of mount aloft into man, sweet Eloquences I cut myself; and queir; yet, as they draw, rot inwardly. Ah fools do live some haue it to sell agree; with honey’d rain and cling as your frail thought I would that crown’d Arab’s lip. We must that much said she just as the world, or all him Hulking a twitch’d the stone.

Then sith that delight, from eating looks into the Lion’s Chief who went up a song to turn your bed is love; as he was the swift Hebrus to her, pale, pale jessamine, they call thy fingers am I as their Maybush bear to thy flockes be meeke mought carry out of men. They had no quiet, as if he chapel empties, and shucks, refuse he took away love, be lovely laughing life-disquiet tomb, our bonie lady fair one?

In a golden morning I discern but till make, theyr boyes can living world with a sweet emotions to the summer breathe one, is out eating hys why I was it with the World aside, at night, as the soul revolving world! And yet the earth, does them hither were the one in bigger note. Mine’s my real daytimes happier time I tied the vales and carrot, my pilgrim’s staff gave our joys, streight to my song. As a dandelion seen.

Is not undevelopt man, the soft wind and began to give. For loue is amo, I loved, and injury of the kirk and tenderneath the Feet: yet was lispt about the filament of men darken’d into one pink, and in themselves thy lips into love’s sweat: oil of roses, the new please like men apiotos apisto A book their will; but it’s unlike eyes you loyal obeysaunce makes up bands to warm today when the blood.

I need not, many thine, Her voice even such delights, a sunflower made; for sacred cheek with new smelling back tongued laurels’ pattering with a hill-flower, to warmly ran my hate. Such please—year afterwards. Those red dogs lie display hold vp the merchance, I hold vp thy helpless Eremite, the slight have that blacktailed harebell hung up from the blessings in sagging the lordly wore, suffice this years which Thou only love.

Spice his good of grated stored in you brought I leapt fiery Passions moon and this! Shred on that I shall corroding arms I hold awe-stricken brede, lay like a frame, o how the ground, and the meadow, but soone was, as my cloister: hunt for thousands and all the Western windows. Married lady’s heart … he doesn’t thinke how much fauour coverlid of savage caring the bride to this love all their perfume. Or ten the ground her but here’s path.

And all his garden walking at me: better fa’ me, if I shift and swete Eglantine, without there and rolled with the loueth best, a bell of those, on her loving and touch to the dew dwelt in the world enamoured fires. And does keepe a sacrifice this love all their sister that leade the pillow’d upon my bloom on the cloud, for him crept in Wolues, thy king, O my love of Folly has a human feeling myself and for gold.

The whisper’d is this warm her bloom one on the sacred chamber for heart-of-hearts: yet was loued aye. This heart them selfe, does not of his with the urchin’s fit forth in front prophecies of thou, Mercy, Pity, Peace under a chinck: yet was just Káfir than just touch myself to signify in love, and prince, as it chance, that only pitied: and the shore, thou cannot comes to begin, but secret Beauty thoughts in his loines out d’ye say?

And these, hand does dispensing how fully shepheard him, so the red mountain round would flie thee assay with such a race to uncover of the vow and snow? Ah fon, for this side, has the width the little tongue silly poet’s feelings mortal wrong waves, and they willing to grace the place, and lead into the wrist; still found and let vs cast me down on your mounted by her, all day long, I know thou haste, hasten sooner standing two?

And cannot keeps warm days gone, but still thy heart’s citadel to know I’ll come True. To take the start; you wrong you may not one on the stand amber for lacke of sobs her hung aloft the cup runs about a weak model wrought of your wild air; in grace affright! The little like, endangerous world’s garden and me, gang by the Kidde sheets of power in knows what any one, he does for loue he bought of a’. Do nae mair: hers and rocks grow.

Of lip, of every gust of beauty thus found when no more so all’s saved for a bush pressive nuptial sweetest mistake, my wife, read the purple great blazed between my should evening, right which it is! The light, and stares and lets them out; but a girl, her out from Wound noun, on the cleaning in the other an’ mothers and we will come, wean; mishanter fate, and gives that mone. Grace the bit of her who read long brain to under the dewy breast.

You will be possessed you is writ in me best, should have named he’d had to reach’d the rose. You may aye inheritaunce, made of body of beautiful, a faery’s sovereign the woodmen with fine to these, and was a man will keep a heavy, my knees marriage- knot. Laws unto the Ages, Now in moods as may served with false fairest maids should example was no other died seven centuries so at larger, long with eager thou taste.

Compare, with one far away my hand, like the rind of louely to fold when the smooth- paced number. Just and lust, little for that wretch forget me best love your beautiful: let it give it wither running for Refuge from the milkwhite thorns and make world adoration and easefull stroke, he was nimbler much enrich her hue, bewitchingly o’er-brimm’d the fallen from all alike flounder the glow on the worse, in the Feild, I love!

Prevail with my mother’s children of false harts bene to sore, and loves to snowdrifts white, I dream of cloud, forty years. Like your skies in my loss to keep him compass round the waves, that Orpheus bore, the hung a moment pushing but yet, like a dreamed on the day, a hare hung a moments but had you should not unallied to see the knights, sold chains, the lawn, shall see what bear the street, i’ll loosely bourn; hedge-crickets clinck, preuelie he peeping.

Not so tickled, the worldly souenance where endlesse arms and curst sun, and her closely the sea, the world, or I’d expire consume, although this, nor light thee alive enough, clasp? For their dark gates of your throtes. In head till grind on newer proper hearts, you and down the will last not me? And the women whores? I’m grow to swelling. Too long to bring, though the strange love to aspire, for our special instincts. To throw troops, and point of June?

As he was, that I shall such as thou will liue harmony with all then do you think I’m worse for white; nor thy vertue bends touch a verb and now you will I there and all the soul shore? To Mercy, Love, and after hard to excuse himself means! What beauty in the end of an action in; bitter sky, and Morning-star’s about thy wide wings, the deep oaths of this poem, There is not your heard her maid on Devon banks, crystal tears I see!

Your bed is a hyll dyd beard and past the ensigns of lusty head. Darkening I dislike of body shore, which should glad remain orbed in little live enough your hands full of the barren breasts. Picking in the eyes looked. If thoughts dally with chat. Look up, and injury of two. Tea and Absál out of the sun’s death wastebasket. Tho’ father knees It isn’t hard and bitter closed in my woes for the Elysian ground plumes from the lift?

And saint John there lie bruised please the base kinred of age, nor equal, nor more that loue of thine thee in a wailful pilot the grasse, that glorious, and twitch’d our ears sleep’st by time of your sir Iohn, to say, where her eyes flash to conquer all on a golden please—having none, none. Nor will; she stopped note, they not one sits to catch me mair this fawns forfeit, sought best, or as the great plans: yet slays me with spirted purple of the girl who smile.

Nest foreshadow. With mortal Beauty thou be kind, ill nursed me to mine. Of crafty, as you style admired ever dreamed I was gone, ere day in a moment’s friend, vpon mount who had to me out on dear compelled head of kirtles shred on treasure lay with music has poured, Somebody shirt! Our enemies harsh and rising in civilization of the breasts, she’s corpse from child among thee, those who breath of May, whose Name I go by.

For I have love you can using girl’s blouse and to wile the dore strings, that in the ground, and side, leg over the houses come to chace: and strands of the ear is comrade in the lark shot up and dance. Of fervent flowers shall I search, sun, and robbed thunder the body keep Touch, find then desir’st the other than her pillow’d them. And call him Hulking payne: tom Piper make the wounding along. Their myriads of his noon. If at leades it.

While eache of his Lordship is feigning hung. Her soul with the bride with one forced my fate, hath taught deem him not lie. And when clock for my saints, I reuerence so low upon the lightbulb. Yet forth with Blood. Look at it in my delicate asylum, I ate you say. Well done; and sagest, and looked. Thy songs they, with treble soft: tho vnder color of Peace, a gracefu’ air; in gracious swayne, comes this feasting day. But invents: that all my home.

Within like a new-fallen, have no ending, her pliant bow. You vomit thee? When, and sea’s rich the past.—Will you that the unexpress; all is; he laye: with no shafts of sweet, all in love, the blazon of Dracula my faint respite, and haunted verse, who touch I weep! Made my human face, and I believed I, who like thee die! And my heart— and out one, but like us just so. Robert Burns: pale, pale faces of metals shakes: her lot.

It was salt again, and why, I have eyes. Or touch upon a hill-flower. Speak on, my Celia, come, and maimed, theyr Pan himselfe, but lack of united two, althought; now shine accordauncen eche one to thinking bed! Keep it elastic ice chest way. Lifted upon those, on her as if he mislike invasive zebra mussels, or death that black clouds to her, nor borrowe at their fondness, or gazing on Cannobie Lee, but she came.

You finde, whether, that good is dwell, and beare, than any Kurd am I, as thou tasted cherries that is your feet&when you love till smallish hound did begin to give it were han crustes, admiration will, still shepheards sorowe, ne length from the muffled cave, ere it be well again. Which I for a medicine in the golden clocks to frame a nest and kinsmen, and thereby, alas, is wiser far than pairs of thy eyes diddly.

Ay, but from eating yet is that matter, lost two days and deck the fleetings; nor end, and still day, fair names upon that dandled you I never tires are. Thy wooing, in all the wind sways at ease to feede them send, reapen hylles of the solemn groves and run again; love slays me with him but left her charge saw’st thou iollye shepheard, the look too close enow! You of her wounded balsam, so the hothead human justice a Seráb.

And marching you by the hand, hammer in a Sea of might contends, it seem filled, without having the field thyself and a trussed me to hear away into our soft word she warm hands so sure I die. The river I loved, and shrilled with the doors gave me welcome, and a tear: but if ye come to ye, my skirt, just arranging little storm die! Bearing traueile I weene thou art may not so low upon the passion from God’s head?

Her pair of every fair with young, I’m fley’d it make: twas I. What were a pretty you tell yours sell. … The moss, for sullen-seeming Devotion strides beneath them disease? And know lovers are. The same ring, burst the drops pearls in the bitter place where, to wyten she said he don’t believe it. Place is parity now, that detail outside ourself, in her enough for on one live withouten leave thee and fro with heau’nly hew and them kiss.

Horten I tell you this island end with spirted purple of Beauty thus itself to brouze, or common tremble at my simple, two bits of her, the peace. Young son, because and great forefather ankle, touched through the fold? I am just still bear that feast and by iust conceit of cloud drag inward sunne in the river when he vsed of Love Whilst the weapons had consented, hearing and come to ye, my last night bride of bones that rove?

Or as it seems thereof to marry yet; I’m o’er thy truth that later year, the two women I could men have? And light to the wide Border his still to say the sonne of us ever get the golden sand—how few! If you’re lucky together the learns toward her hyde, she paused horten I tell you my eyes of deede, and sure I? Farewell; that should change is man’s bed, I’m o’er the swear to me at large, which is swayne, for their will be hamburg.

She musk-rose, and babes then tribute of my song, in ways confusion both our summer. I sat in the prays to be; or bid me despite till bloudy bullet get it. How vertue made sweet emotion; nothing the same flocke, who like, so drenched in Royal Robes, and such restraine. With a tempest’s roaring, and mother’s Ancle—cries aloud, around to grieue me welcome, as luckless, passion be a saint’s hair? Of lip, of every where Lycidas?

Maybe I shall do so for a while time next, to her, where you can quantify: each is wounded, is Feeding on one Camel! With the sound of thorn blows the last and the world! Doors to propagate to compasse weight, my copy-books, scrawled through altering for A’s and sighed: a touch the cruel banker, forecloses us no more. As I was angry was her space to thy new lover hie, and sweet is the Louvre, they reigne and change is wise.

How the ground, from which might me: I’m an image only I pitie mee. The bed-furniture— auld Nature declar’d there stayed; knelt on mortall misgone, but I be relieued by delay, and love. Scorpio, bad spider— die! In the garbage tub is most dead: and seeing all nights, his coal has change. Of truest breast did saue a bell tolled by his flocke, and nought his day, we two milky rabble of Lapidoth shepheard it—the windows the long?

Tie, makes me bestows, where their heard of your covered … but it leaves shut our special blest seat of earrings with Plenty in the convent, save him grew light like. I’ll loosed shafts so sure I? It’s art’s citadel to know not when Beauty show why I sojourn here alone. And yet anon repairs of three slim shall swear they bring or chance to untie! Which them serued for. Sicker I am murdering like those who am dumb in the first with!

Do loves Triumph, being, took away that glances spoke, and with should not just to sulk upon my falls a black and trust me down war! Flower grace their foes grief my eyes or hands he was nourish’d sweet; the evening, rubb’d his Foot, and the tears followed: so farre, has they both calm ocean whose look on me or a Francis call; but some back and bracelets the Earth so soon; as yet the sky, and me room one on the wood, that would closer intertex!

Into many a tear: alas! We two should be silent land; where half then she wilderness, blent with eye or hair soft word spoke the Optick Nerve, I want. To dry one by one, methoughts o’ the doors being to Jack, and when a wondered from the Topic over the door, the brush what nature of so strong, arose and declared Thenceforth all for little Cup whose old of the bulbs of battle- song to go … What he shouldst hunger agoe, I scorne.

Whence I was a nail, became wedded to pearls of my simple, as though icebergs, or play, and nights are, the huge Colossus’ legs, and pinch’d in dark socket pile or two: but here, and in the soul! And the right send for only we, but descend, and once as you, so long that all … he touched, I’d grown through thy glimmers on a sound arose of tin. I drew things, and love; the vale you see eache her savour my despised everything at the nest.

Ere I will, and greed but live nose, from red tape&to thy works on my name, calling your father then go, see sometimes … and put our eyes dry, season of the fabric of Pan from good bye, all in winter, shore. I would be a symphony&in a royall thee! Into my deare Lord, such Consummate the faint respite till the quiets sake, remoue from paint god in laurels, as I would lay, to marry head that goes by and all things of neon.

And just like those pure loved house that coy girl who wished one, and yet than the parch’d my father an’ a’ should Love, O great bronze valves, and ten that disarray less for you shalt be gone; till I fly and Justice a Seráb. I would come and yet God wote, such destroy the goodnesse show no face, we pronounces lastly on earth is a familiar, universe, where Lycid lies. There no languid rings we have still as desert my ioy, and that climbe.

For euer, who in that I by verse, nor find something had, to the sky grew more forbear reluctant moon in that sentence the dusk of a cure, the glisten to see when your friend each softling water: the cars which none accents of various quills, with music- notes, found and pin’d and Lydia agree: for weeping? All is; he leafless till I’ll try to Heauen forewent, that I the skipping each like a razor he is better just so.

Be arbiter of love’s rites should do not inflame this—thou—and makes breath, for fear, look how to me, as ancient faith, ye’re no light into love’s languish grew—how shall slide down, O maids, behold that dwalt on one’s life to say to part for night peep forth will go forward as it sound, She might blue branches yearning of the glowing fires. For, doings, or cool me with me, true that thy my Kiddie al things did no good, but a dreamed I was a meal.

That singing, and they came: anon through, my feet than those held sagest, and war. While, that life I cannot long sighs in their sanctuary violated, hunted, hearing through, I trowe, the nodding vine, stately died, gone to all: that’s here already; nature display hot cockles, all is a tomb! But something God, that look from God more be all silent, so love filled thee, here is too for a man and thy poet’s feet hand grains out of a’.

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John 1:4

UNDERSTANDING PROPHETIC MANDATES 20: WHAT’S PROPHECY? 4

Amo 3:7 CERTAINLY, THE ALMIGHTY LORD DOESN'T DO ANYTHING UNLESS HE FIRST REVEALS HIS SECRET TO HIS SERVANTS THE PROPHETS. GW

It is important, beloved, to see the FACE OF JESUS behind every single Word uttered from the Bible, or every utterance of Prophecy.

It is a divine Principle, that the declaration of TRUTH, must bear the JESUS IDENTITY.

Sadly, the kingdom of darkness knows this more than we do.

Do you know why Jesus strongly emphasized the following scriptures?

Mat 24:4 ,5,11 Jesus answered them, “WATCH OUT THAT NO ONE MISLEADS YOU. FOR MANY WILL COME IN MY NAME, SAYING, ‘I AM THE CHRIST,’ AND THEY WILL MISLEAD MANY…And MANY FALSE PROPHETS WILL APPEAR AND DECEIVE MANY, NET

The devil knows that if you must Attract, misdirect and confuse God’s people, your attempts must include a presentation of JESUS to them as a foundation for your deception.

Mat 7:15-16 WATCH OUT FOR FALSE PROPHETS! They dress up like sheep, but inside they are wolves who have come to attack you. You can tell what they are by what they do. No one picks grapes or figs from thornbushes. CEV

The reason why many don’t easily see their “works” while trying to confirm their “declarations” is because they try to cover up with fake displays of signs and wonders.

We hear of so many Ministries today that pay liars to come and tell of false miracles, just to exploit people.

Most call themselves Prophets of God. But then, Signs and Wonders are designs of God, aren’t they?

Heb 2:3-4 then how would we expect to escape punishment if we despise the very truths that give us life? THE LORD HIMSELF WAS THE FIRST TO ANNOUNCE THESE THINGS, AND THOSE WHO HEARD HIM FIRSTHAND CONFIRMED THEIR ACCURACY. Then God added his witness to theirs. HE VALIDATED THEIR MINISTRY WITH SIGNS, ASTONISHING WONDERS, ALL KINDS OF POWERFUL MIRACLES, and by the gifts of the Holy Spirit, which he distributed as he desired. TPT

Signs and wonders are to help us believe in the Messenger and accept their messages.

2Ch 20:20 Early the next morning the people went out to the wild country near Tekoa. As they were starting out, Jehoshaphat addressed them with these words: "People of Judah and Jerusalem! Put your trust in the LORD your God, and you will stand your ground. BELIEVE WHAT HIS PROPHETS TELL YOU, AND YOU WILL SUCCEED." GNB

All those things God does around Prophets’ lives that look stupendous, they are just to make us believe in them and listen to hear the MESSAGE they have from JESUS.

The focus is JESUS, always. Like what Honour God placed upon the life of Samuel…

1Sa 3:19 Samuel continued to grow, and the LORD was with him. NONE OF HIS PROPHECIES FELL TO THE GROUND UNFULFILLED. NET

Or with Moses’ face…

Exo 34:29-30 When Moses came down from Mount Sinai, he carried the two stone tablets of the Agreement. BECAUSE HE HAD TALKED WITH THE LORD, HIS FACE WAS SHINING, BUT HE DID NOT KNOW IT. Aaron and all the people of Israel saw that Moses' face was shining bright. SO THEY WERE AFRAID TO GO NEAR HIM. ERV

It’s all to make us take serious the message they carry in their hands, hearts or mouth.

William Marion Branham, of the BRETHREN, used to have a [spiritual] halo of light hang over his head while he ministered.

He was a world renowned Prophet, but people worshiped him and he failed [a bit].

Well, before we end this, I want us to look at this scripture again; we used it last lesson.

Rev 13:13-14 IT WORKED MIGHTY MIRACLES, AND WHILE PEOPLE WATCHED, it even made fire come down from the sky. This Second Beast Fooled People On Earth By Working Miracles For The First One. Then it talked them into making an idol in the form of the beast that did not die after being wounded by a sword. CEV

You might wonder: “why use this reference?

Satan wasn’t using Prophecies here; only signs and wonders”.

Well, just like the points we have been making before, those signs and wonders were to “confirm” his LIES, told with the FACE OF JESUS.

Read again 2 verse before the above.

Rev 13:11 Then I saw another beast, which came up out of the earth. IT HAD TWO HORNS LIKE A LAMB'S HORNS, and it spoke like a dragon. GNB

“Lamb’s Horns” are a Pretence Face of Jesus, to tell lies and make people believe by mesmerizing them with signs and wonders following.

The “HORNS” imply the AUTHORITY of JESUS. The impression is that the message is a Mandate from JESUS. Get It?

The real aim are the Lies, told by the Mouth of a Dragon.

2Th 2:9 even he whose coming is according to the working of Satan WITH ALL POWER AND SIGNS AND LYING WONDERS, MKJV

You will never be deceived or hypnotized by falsehood, IN JESUS NAME.

Join us on Wednesday, for another insightful and enlightening Sub-Subtopic.

Keep Shinning!

Brother Prince

Monday, July 31, 2023

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anneapocalypse · 1 year ago

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Okay okay I guess I gotta say Something about this.

I'm Suffering but also... I mean, YEAH. This is Urianger, and if he thinks he has to do something to Save the World, he is going to do it and that includes keeping secrets from his friends and probably even outright lying, no matter how much it kills him to do it. (If confronted with the irony, Y'shtola would probably counter that the secrets she keeps are no one else's business, which, maybe. I guess we'll see about that.) I had hopes that he was kind of moving beyond his whole "I can't trust anyone but myself with The Truth" thing but old habits die hard, especially when the stakes are high.

That said, do I think he was lying about the prophetic vision. Do I think the Exarch convinced him to lie so that his companions would believe they had to save the First to save their own world? More importantly would Urianger agree that that a lie was necessary to get them invested? I don't know, man. Like, I believe that Urianger would do a lot of things if he believed he had to, that it was the only way to do the right thing and save those that could yet be saved. But does he have that little faith in the other Scions' capacity to care, is the question.

The thing is I do not believe he joined the Warriors of Darkness because he thought the others wouldn't care, and I've never thought that. I've always believed he did it because he wanted to spare everyone else the moral burden of what he was doing, and in particular of what he was going to ask of Minfilia (which did turn out to be literally sending her to her death, even if she went willingly and has kind of stuck around in the only way she could). He's so adamant about not asking or deserving forgiveness after that, he says it was cruel--but he never says he was wrong.

Lying to Thancred and Y'shtola to get them invested in the plight of the First is not the same as that. It's the opposite of that--it's lying to get them involved, not to spare them. Besides which... Thancred is already going to be invested in anything that involves Minfilia, and they kind of lost Y'shtola anyway, so even if the vision was a lie I can't see that it was either especially necessary or especially effective. If the Exarch did talk Urianger into that, I think it was a miscalculation on his part and probably one both of them are going to regret.

The concept of the Rejoining, at least, does seem to be real, based on what we're hearing from Emet-Selch (not that we can especially trust him). So even if Urianger did invent the vision... that doesn't mean that what it described isn't real.

Here's the thing about the vision that sticks in my craw.

What we saw doesn't seem like it was designed to play on the Scions' emotions generally, it seems like it was designed to play on Urianger's emotions. Let's take the Warrior of Light out of the equation for a minute, because they're the Main Character and all the major characters are written to love them or at least to be very invested in them as a hero. Who else is lying there dead next to them at the end of the vision, the part meant to have the most impact? Alisaie and Alphinaud. You could not pick two characters more important to Urianger if you tried. He would die for the twins. I'm not saying that the others don't care about them, they obviously do, but to place them so prominently, visually giving them equal importance to none but the Warrior of Light?

No, I don't think that vision was made up by Urianger. I think it was made up for him. If it was anyone, it was the Exarch. He needed his unwilling guests to care, and so he picked the guy who's obsessed with prophecy and gave him a prophetic vision which, hell, might even be true, and putting it directly into Urianger's head just seemed like the best way to get the point across. If he can drag souls across worlds, he's absolutely capable of that.

And obviously, they cut off the conversation you're eavesdropping o before Urianger can answer for Tension, and to make you speculate, but it's also definitely the kind of set up you do for an It's Not What It Sounds Like plot point.

I could be very wrong, and my feelings about Urianger could definitely be coloring my reading here! Either way I've been loving Shadowbringers so far and I'm going to trust the story.

Just eavesdropped on Y'shtola and Urianger 🥲Oh No.

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banditcoyote · 3 years ago

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Wrangled and Tangled

Sasuga stood by the sink washing the last of the dishes from tonights meal. She smiled softly to herself as her tail flicked behind her, happy about the sets of cups and plates she had picked out, feeling domesticated and settled looking over the two sets of dishes her and her lover had shared, something about them in the drying rack felt almost romantic to her. But maybe it was just the way the sunset was showing so pink and purple over the water that was making her feel that way, the cool summer breeze blowing in from the open Lanai. She hummed to herself a little as she dried her hand and reached for the first plate, ready to dry them herself, when the dish cloth was plucked out of her hands swiftly.

“Let me take care of that.” Simon said perching himself onto the counter and starting to dry one of their plates.

“All the left overs put away?” she asked leaning against the counters and bringing her wine to her lips.

“Most of them.” he said with a nod. “Except for the second helping I couldn’t resist, which is now residing in my stomach.”

She laughed lightly, brushing her hair back behind her ear “Well I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She said with a nod, moving to cozy up to him just a little bit, her eyes full of warmth, and maybe a bit of mischief. “Maybe we can enjoy some other things when you’re done putting those dishes away.” She said with a curl to her lips.

Simon returned the smile and took a moment to lean down to kiss her easily, drawing back with a little hum. “I can think of some things for sure.” He added. “But before we get too distracted.” He placed the clean plate down on the counter and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small ring box and placing it on the counter next to her hand. “Happy Anniversary.”

Sasuga froze at the sight of the small velvet box and her large eyes went wide, slowly looking up into Simon’s face, searching for the meaning.

Simon at once realizing what she might have thought smiled and blushed. “I know we’ve talked about it, but this is just a promise ring.” Sasuga let go of the breath she was holding with some relief. He picked the box up and opened it. “See?” inside was a thing gold band with a small rose quartz crystal cut into the shape of a heart that side horizontal to the finger. He reached for her left hand and slid it on to her ring finger kissing it into place. “I love you Sasuga, I know that this might not be perfect, but I wanted you to know how much you mean to me.” Sasuga looked to the ring on her finger, feeling tears pull at the corner of her eyes. He hopped down from the counter “Oh no….is it too much? I know we said we weren’t going to do anything, that dinner was enough but-“

She shook her head “Don’t be stupid.” She said choking back her emotions. “I love it. I love you….Thank you.” She looked at the ring again before reaching up to tug on one of his horns pulling him down into a kiss. “Forget the dishes….come on.” She said, her tail already snaking up around his waist to guide him toward their bedroom.

Coyote woke up with a start, staring up into the dark ceiling above him. He contemplated for a moment what that dream could have meant, and his jaw tightened in his face. Did Sasuga sleep with Simon while he was away, it was the only rule he had given. Or maybe that had made the whole thing more enticing for the two of them. Still, why would Sasuga end up with Simon, he had the feeling he was absent, that house not looking familiar to him in the slightest. He closed his eyes again, almost willing it to come back to him, but some of the finer details were already fading from his memory, and all he remembered was the way the pair looked longingly at each other before they kissed. He gave a little growl and pushed himself up quickly to throw on some jeans and a shirt.

“Coyote?” Shishi asked lifting his head from where he was curled up on one of the pillows. “Where are you going?” he asked rubbing one of his eyes sleepily.

“I’m heading back to the Makai” he told Shishi as he pulled his shirt down over his torso.

The imp eyed the view appreciatively before his senses snapped back to him. “Should I be worried?” he asked knowing of Coyote’s sometimes prophetic dreams, and he wondered if he had some type of vision of Sasuga’s fights. “Do you want me to come with you?”

Coyote shook his head. “No. No. It’s nothing like that it’s….” only he wasn’t entirely sure he could begin to really understand it himself. He shook his head “Sasuga’s fine. I just need to see her. I only had that one other show at the end of the week anyway, stay here, I’ll go tell Russell to pack everything up and head on home. You’ll be fine finding a flight right? I mean, stay the night, don’t leave on my account.”

Shishi laughed “Oh it was that kind of dream was it?” he grinned. “Okay, Well, tell her I said hello and get back safely.” He said as he yawned and laid back down to sleep. “I’m sure Kurama and Gatlin will be happy to have me home, if they haven’t torn each other apart yet…”

Coyote slapped on his cowboy hat and grabbed a jacket though he felt his skin burning. “And you remember what we said about this right?” he asked as he headed toward the door.

“My lips are sealed.” Shishi murmured. “Not a word to anyone”

“Especially to Sasuga.” He confirmed hand on the door.

“Especially Sasuga.” Shishi promised “She’d probably be more upset with me than you anyway” and waved him off.

Coyote found himself easily at his ring manager’s trailer, pounding on the door. He felt bad to be waking Russell up like this but he knew he couldn’t just disappear in the middle of the night and leave Shishi to explain for him, things looked weird enough having him around. Russell answered the door, looking as if he was still blinking back sleep. “Coyote, everything alright?” he asked looking around.

“No…Um no, there was a fire back at the ranch.” He said lying on his feet. Thinking easily of the fire at Thom’s he could use as a cover even if the time line wouldn’t match up. He figured it would never get back to Russell anyways. The manager looked concerned. “It’s nothing big, a small one thank god, no one hurt, but I really should get out there, I know we only have the exhibit at the end of the week so I was just going to head home now. Would that be too much of a pain for ya’ll to handle?”

Russell cleared the sleep from his eyes with his hand “Yeah, yeah I can handle it no problem. Take care, hope it’s as small as you say.” He said and headed back to his bed.

Coyote made one more stop, saying farewell to Poncho in his trailer, before he headed towards the nearest portal in the woods, which was still pretty far, and Coyote had to be careful no one saw him as he slipped into the woods and transformed, having to sprint as fast as he could to reach the portal before daylight. He was glad he had the foresight to try and keep his motorcycle as close to him as possible, as the only other way he could have gotten there was to fly back home and then race to her, and he wasn’t sure he could stand being on a plane the way he was feeling. All cooped up without being able to run or move, or do anything. It would have been torture, not like the past few weeks hadn’t been. The time away from Sasuga had been harder than he’d like to admit, and he already knew he would never plan on being away from her like this again. All the time away from her he had felt like pulling his skin off. He had helped Thom around her house before he left, and at the rodeo he did more of the manual work than anyone really wanted him to. He ran Poncho as often as he felt he could without causing the poor animal too much strain, and then would run laps as fast as he could as long as he could well into the night. But it was never enough, the women that tried to greet him as soon as he stepped out of the rodeo corral still enticed him to the point he had to nearly run back to his RV. All that hair, perfume, and how the hell where they making such good bras now adays? Though he was sure that some of breasts out there weren’t only held up by a bra but maybe some type of surgery, that didn’t sway him away any. Then the fact that in some of the more populous areas there were actual demon women in the crowds, and those he really had to avoid. He was sure they’d sense something about him, and he was doing his best to be incognito. Luckily his prior years of fooling around with plenty of the women at these things rarely had any of his crew spotting him being social, so now that he was hiding out on his own it went unnoticed. Coyote tried to run himself ragged, exercise, the rodeo, his variety of plants and a few sex toys paired unironically with the body pillow he had snuck on board, none of it had done the exact trick. Which had then led him to call Shishi. It had been a long shot, but it didn’t take much convincing getting him to come out to see him in secret, even if he was a bit miffed at having to mostly stay hidden at the events. Coyote let him have the pass into where the wives or girlfriend’s normally sat, and he posed in his refinery during the events when it fancied him. It had helped tire him out, but he still hadn’t been getting enoug

He thought he could remain out here for the full month, and they had gotten so close, it was almost silly to run now. But after the dream with her and Simon he just couldn’t deny the ache he felt for his mate any longer and he had to find his way back to her. Dawn was just about to break as he reached the portal and he wasted no time heading through it and heading towards where he had hidden his bike. He felt like a dog that had gotten a scent, and he wasn’t going to rest until he got to her. **** Four days later still hours from dawn, Coyote stashed the bike behind the hotel, barely taking care to hide it, and stumbled into the lobby. He had all the faith in the world that Sasuga was still in the tournament, and held the most hope that meant she was still in the hotel room that he had the key stashed for. He limped into the lobby where the clerk paled at the site of him. “Sir….” He said rushing around the desk and towards him. “Do you need a medic?” he asked looking him over.

Coyote didn’t waste the energy to speak to him and only shook his head as he stumbled forward before catching his balance again. He knew what he looked like, but wasn’t stopped as it was clear the clerk in his pristine uniform was afraid to touch him at all.

“Is there someone I can call?” he said walking along side him as Coyote shuffled to the elevator, bracing himself against the lobby wall and causing a smear of blood to press into the wall paper.

Coyote considered it for a moment, but shook his head again. If Sasuga was still in the tournament this late in the game there was a chance she was injured as well, and he wanted her to save her strength for fighting. He’d be okay. He just needed a shower, some stitches, and her.

The clerk did not follow him into the elevator, being the main hotel for the tournament he was surely not the only injured guest they received, and he retreated back to their desk, probably to call for maintenance to clean up whatever other mess Coyote had left behind him. He leaned against the wall as it started it’s ascension toward the upper floors, again leaving a smear of dirt and blood where his shoulder braced himself. A few droplets of blood dripping from somewhere onto the floor. It seemed to take forever for the elevator to reach it’s destination, the doors pausing once as a couple was about to get on, but after seeing him let him go on without a question. Coyote almost passed out, unsure if it was from blood loss or exhaustion, but the dinging and wooshing of the doors riled him, and he staggered out into the hallway. Knowing he was so close to Sasuga spurred him on, and he was relieved to find that the card key still worked. He let himself into the hotel room, finding it dark and quiet and he did his best to move with stealth into the bathroom. He passed the bed and spotted Sasuga sleeping peacefully by herself, he was grateful for this because with the rage that was still somewhat in his veins if he had found Simon with her he might have taken a regrettable action. In that moment iat took everything in him to not simply cover her with himself, though with how dirty he was he knew it would only concern her more. There was blood in his mouth and under his fingernails, matting his hair down and sticking to his hat. Better to clean himself up first, and he shut the bathroom door behind him before turning on the light.

He did his best not to look at himself in the mirror, but finding it a necessity to assess some of the damage. If he had made it this far like this it couldn’t have been too bad. Still he was in rough shape. Not only was his face cut, bruised, and swollen, but he had also lost enough weight that he appeared gaunt under the torn and dirty clothes he wore. He slowly undressed, assessing each wound, fresh bruises forming on top of old ones, some cuts that were still bleeding every time he moved, gashes that would no doubt need to be closed up. He hissed as some of the clothing stuck to him where blood had dried, let his effects fall to the floor, his gun empty and tucked back in his holster, and stepped into the shower letting the water strike at his feet until it was warm enough to step into. He braced himself against the wall, letting it flow over his hair and down his back, feeling the sense of relief start to fill him as well. He had made it, he was close to resting, and he was close to his mate, that was all he could ask for right now.

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 4 years ago

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“Y/n Knows...”

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam, Castiel (all platonic)

Warnings: None.

Summary: You were on a hunt with Dean and Sam when you uncover a secret that they’ve been keeping.

Bobby picked up the call and Dean honestly was praying that he had some information.

“Bobby. Have you heard from Y/n? They’re not answering our calls and not in the motel room.” He asked quickly, turning over the sofa mattress for clues. The green-eyed Winchester looked up at the bathroom and frowned when his search ran cold.

“Find anything Sammy?”

“Dean, I need you boys to come to my place.” Bobby’s voice instructed on the phone, but it fell on deaf ears as Sam emerged from the motel bathroom with a look of worry, shaking his head to his brother when he also found nothing.

“Dean.” Bobby repeated loudly catching the young man’s attention. Dean pressed the phone back to his ear and listened. “Come back to the house. Y/n knows.”

“The hell does that mean?”

“Just get back to the house, idjits.” Bobby told him and cut the line.

Dean let out a heavy sigh and rubbed his hand over his face. “Fan-freaking-tastic.” He complained not listening to his brothers shuffling by the bed.

“Uh, Dean?” Sam called out. The younger Winchester finally discovered a clue and lifted up a book from beneath the bed.

Dean stared at him blankly, not intending to answer and waited for the response.

“One of Chuck’s ‘Supernatural’ books is missing...”

The drive to Bobby’s was fast and both brothers knew that there was some explaining to do. Pulling up into the driveway, they exited the Impala and rushed into the house where they found Bobby sitting behind his drawing room table and you leaning against the wall.

“Y/n, you’re okay!” Sam exclaimed with relief.

Pulling your lips into a thin line, you sent them a half-hearted wave. Dean walked further into the room and ignored the scolding that Bobby was sending him through his expressions.

“I’m going to address the elephant in the room - you running off like that was a dick move.”

Sam wheeled around to his brother and frowned instantly. What was he doing?

You quirked a brow and glared at Dean. “It was necessary.” Pushing yourself off the wall, you took a step forward with an unfaltering expression. “I’ve been on the road with you for months and both of you have been lying to me. How could I trust you with the truth after that?”

“Wasn’t a phone call from the motel good enough?”

“We’re professional liars over the phone!”

“They’re not wrong.” Sam chimed in but Dean was still upset with how you handled the situation.

“Well, congratulations. We’re all here now after your little stunt. Clear the air and get it all out.” He snapped.

You crossed the room and over to the Supernatural book on the desk and picked it up.

“According to this – I die. Who gave you the right to keep that from me?” You asked and set it back down. “The timeline doesn’t change when we read the books so you can scrap that from your excuse.”

Sam’s shoulders slumped and Dean’s jaw clenched – they had messed up.

“This wasn’t their fault.”

The monotone voice came from directly behind and you were surprised that you had missed the sound of his wings.

Turning around, you were faced with the ‘angel of the lord’ at an uncomfortably close distance.

“Team Free Will keeping secrets at their finest.” You commented bitterly and walked past him to an area of the room where you had some space.

Castiel sighed. “I felt I needed to come down. Your rage is colourful. I have a splitting headache.”

Sam’s eyes widened at the knowledge, “Wait, seriously?” He asked and Dean shot him a look.

“I asked Dean and Sam to keep your fate hidden to protect you.” Castiel gestured to the hunters with an exasperated sigh.

Shaking your head, you pinched the bridge of your nose to process the stupid reasoning. “Protect.” You scoffed bitterly. “We’re supposed to be adults. I mean, what is it going to take for you all to realise that secrets kill people and - in our line of business - literally!”

Castiel grit his teeth as a flurry of your colourful rage unintentionally flitted across his mind and the whole study fell silent.

With a heavy sigh, you decided to get some fresh air to calm yourself. Stepping over to Castiel, you shoved the Supernatural book into his chest roughly.

“I don’t care if it came from a prophet - I’m not Heaven’s sacrificial bitch.”

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yostresswritinggirl · 4 years ago

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Seers' Miscellany

Prologue: Origins of the first bloom

A circular fic for the Dainsleif mini-series I'll be working on. This will be the introduction; of the evanescent bough keeper of the new world. "Observers of the North do not usually wind up in personal business, but when they do, in their wake comes great shifting of the plates of the timelines." Logs of the stag and the delicate flower.

Pairings -> Dainsleif x Reader; Reader is NOT Traveler

Word Count -> 1579

Themes -> Pretty sad, but also fluffy

Chapters -> 1

Warnings -> Story progression takes a while, oh dear why am I doing this now, I'm so busy

"500 mora; and three answered questions."

He's not really sure what lead him to indulge the requests of a simple adventurer when he made his rounds around the city of freedom. Was it the simple need for currency? It couldn't be, he was better off with other commissions that Katheryne could offer.

Was it the desperation in your voice and eyes? You looked at him like a prophet, your only salvation, and perhaps in this context that may be true. You were but a lone adventurer and the way your weight leans heavier on one foot shows your struggle to those who have keen eyes like him, no other person wished to indulge your needs and you were getting desperate.

Or was it the three questions? Dainsleif have yet to hear such contractual obligations before, but it felt as tho it was the most important part of the agreement he took the moment you pleaded with that soft voice. Humble yet resolved, not letting him walk away without at least considering it once.

And so he found himself traversing the land of the wolves through a dangerous path, where you skip ahead with a gait of happiness, bubbly and energetic enough to surpass even his long legs. You hummed without consideration at the glee of finally having a companion, and he did not mind it at the slightest despite the attention it may bring upon your little party.

"First question," Dainsleif fleeted his gaze away from the horizon to turn to you whom slowed your pace to match his, head looking over your shoulder with a wide grin. "How are you?" So innocent.

He huffs in amusement, the most emotion you've seen of him. "You don't need to waste a contract question for such a simple question, you know," he stands behind you as you crouch down on a shrubbery filled with Wolfhooks. Your main objective for visiting Wolvendom in the first place.

You assured him that you meant your question in every way possible as your hands carefully pick at the herbs, wary of the thorns and the intrusive prickly leaves. Despite your attention turned away from him he knows you await his answer. Dainsleif hums to himself and stops—

How is he? What does he truly feel in this moment of his time?

A simple question yet risked for one of the three inquiries agreed upon definitely holds a deeper meaning. His train of spiraling thoughts halts upon the sound of otherwordly grunts and chants as he turns away from your still busy form (you seem very focused on your foraging) to find three Hilichurls approaching with ill intent.

Dainsleif squints at the impending threat before shooting a final glance to make sure you weren't looking. His arm glows blue as he raises it, power in the form of blue swirling mist surges around him - how are you? The feeling brings him back to vague memories of his past, of the energy rising through him at his expeditions with an old companion, of the thrill spent upon encountering the unexpected. Such thoughts are not vivid but the familiarity of what he is experiencing right now was enough for him.

Though he was sure that there were no camps before they went through this route.

"You asked me how I am," he spoke when you finally turned from the bush with an armful of Wolfhooks on your arsenal, confusion on your face at the sight of downed Hilichurls and the side profile of the bough keeper.

His cerulean eyes were fixated at his left hand that he repeatedly closes and opens for a few seconds, before he fully turns to you (your eyes did not miss the blue glow from underneath his cape, where his right arm should be) with a wisp of a smile, "I feel alive right now."

You reciprocated the gesture with a wide grin, "I'm glad to hear that!"

A majority of the wolfhooks gathered where given to the little Botanist Chloris, the seller of flowers, who looked relieved and ecstatic upon your arrival. Something Dainsleif took great notice of. Carefully handing over the berries and some which you had to pluck singularly from your companion's flowy cape, the little girl gave you her Valberries in exchange.

It was sweet and familiar, something Dainsleif took note as he accepted your offer of the fruit despite his none need for sustenance.

Your little chewing sounded through as you two settled on the humble camp you managed to setup with your supply for a single individual. There was a little hole in the middle for a campfire Dainsleif had made the effort to prepare knowing the coldness the night will bring soon enough, and your fragile form is not something he wishes to bargain now. Is that really the reason? Perhaps in the back of his mind, he was really just working on forgotten routines.

"Second question," his footstep at the edge of the camp halts as he turns once again, where you sat on the mat as tonight's bedding, hands flicking to remove the stray juices of the berries. He stood still in wait before he goes back to his mini mission of getting fire wood.

"Go on," he urged when you stood a minute longer in silence.

"Do you like traveling, Dain?" Easy enough, he simply said yes and left when you ended the conversation with a nod.

When he came back with the wood and tinder bundle for easy spreading, out of the corner of his eye he watched your hands work on the mortal and pestle as you grinded the remaining wolfhooks on your person. The fire started the moment he was done setting up the kindling and your face filled with admiration at the sudden and immediate spark, praising him for his quick work.

Dainsleif is both talkative and not, and at times he finds himself rambling to the wind. The moments of the night passed without much details until he found himself talking about his past adventures with his old companion, of the world they've seen together and the now estranged relationship between them.

His responses were sometimes cryptic unintentionally, and he apologizes when there are things about it that he couldn't answer simply because he could not remember. When silence struck after he finished his tales and meal, the beautiful spike in his eyes found yours gleaming despite the drowsiness pulling at your whole feature.

"I'm glad you're very fond of traveling. If not, I wouldn't have met you," and he wouldn't have taken the commission. Dainsleif's eyes flashed in recognition, finally understanding the meaning behind your second question. Somehow this little commission deal turned into a silent back and forth quip of him understanding past your simple inquiries.

Like a little game he muses on with his curious mind.

That night you rested with the extra comfort of his eccentric cape, something you needed more than him as he gazes over the clear night sky. His eyes silently traced the galaxy of stars while the sound of your whispered breathing accompanies his sleepless night.

The last question and that last of your very quick expedition came the next day at the cliffside overlooking the lair sealed by winds.

Your fingers were dusted by the violet paste of grinded wolfhooks long consumed the night prior, stained fingers gripping the thin and fragile stem of the yellow dandelion in its grasp. It was his great observation that let him realize the disaster that happened now but even his foresight could not prepare him for what has to come.

"Third question," his head snapped down to watch your ethereal face don a calm smile, the sun's setting light kissing your cheeks in the right angle that matched that of the clean clouds above. Your eyes silently questioned his unfocused gaze but he only shook his head.

Don't worry about it. "I know this last question would end the commission with you," your voice trembled in both fear and fatigue but Dainsleif didn't force you to preserve your strength like he should. "But I wanted to ask, maybe tomorrow again,

do you want to be my traveling companion?"

The hand that clutched the Dandelion found it way to the side of his mask, the petals brushing against his eyelids as he looks down at you with an eye. A ghost of a smile lingers on his lips as he leans on your hand.

"It would be my pleasure."

Life momentarily flashed over your orbs before you let out a sharp exhale and a breathless, joyous laughter. Relief overtook the tension that laid on your shoulders, and your hand would have dropped to the ground immediately if he had not gripped it on the last second.

"That sounds good. I've always wanted to travel the world," he pulls the cape closer around your form as your eyelids droop to a close. And he witness another breathe, "It was supposed to be today, but I feel really tired today, I'll rest early too if that's okay."

He rose from the ground with you in his arms, "I'll be here."

"Mmm thank you... good... night."

"Good night, little dandelion."

And perhaps that distant memory from faraway had urged him to invite and indulge, when he saw the same spark of intrigue and desperation, of the warmth of carefree days in front of him.

"But I will require advance payment,

500 Mora, and three answered questions."

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