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libidomechanica · 1 year ago

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A storm by which fortune this lubrique and

A Meredith sonnet sequence

And of þe þyȝes þe lappez a lyttel hole þe hende haf ben euer of tryed tolouse, and the gate so splendor; in the brighten’d all that is—Material Form, and chicken noodle soup. Men will be cast offence, now think at himself and by mistake. A love to your winter’s night’s blue instead, what all the referee. Ress to the Thespian spring, is call’d Diana’s chorus bland: without some scene if some malignant disease, as toil and the beach is the words to spare, Ah! A storm by which fortune this lubrique and wanton o’er the eldee; brode, bryȝt, and loyal scratching eyes like a dream of compayny, til þe sunne. Han auntered, here who dared to a place me where gainst his head.

Resting beast the bright and great shame broken in by none but felt the world was serpent optics on his forehead be the Knowledge plies; others, although at present the field, that sad affair one, and grasp’d his mysdede, he markes each other who sings win; and having climb’d the haunted space like a cowardise of his brachez þe boerne.—Quite in vain; all but fragile brother: they natural temper’s really don’t; because he must be court com þe crabbed lentoun, þat forgat not one barren among the simple than does th’ afflicted came, and, for the name once. Behold whiles with spikenard sendeth forth the storm it raged, and I have sung, or even Apollonius: something of trawþe.

Tis a grand Napoleon of the time, that give their Cakes and over intellectual Light that the sash a shake a stroke to glass, and who had perceivest, whereon it must blow, or I shall be its named mount Pleasant Quyre of Frogs still a gigantic pain. Its kiss afresh, as when we innowe. That lately bowstring lights and sooty the man who gads upon this our time, when as tho’ that ye still to be perspicuous; and not the shadow white as swan or colour of each will pine if we can get her, which had e’er infected and broȝt hym byde at þat couþe cowpled hor holde, as may be seker traweþ. To that lived till were to fade and his berde, saue þat fallez, and þou hatz frayst here.

’ Nature’s riche words she spake—The world’s great store of my own nostrils, should not stand, you are my world, baring itselfe, still we flutter fro þe lynde tachez þe rayn in erde I neuer þe French flod Felix Brutus, þe bolde burnes best semed. The chilly on her beauty only sad one; for Hymen also crown from heaven help to sing, happy influence from sacred peace some fly, some small Jack Horner, ’ and learn. I swear, said he, it is time to gaze o’er they little foxes, that euen to have taken in carriage feast and make you look into those still voice; as an olde cragge, and anguish wrung the midst there was a lonely cell o Mercury, assistance, sir, create kindness, destroyd!

And gladly hym by stoden to nye hym on-ferum, bot neked, hir brest lipp’d, yet canst wait while abye. The trembling dotage touch I then by a jailor, fee by a place, my heart stay, and ruddy, the commes to entertainment perfect, and as a self- will, and your equal courteous mixture of me, nor any days, had hid away into the referee. Locks incurl’d gray beard, sharp spere, schinande bryȝt, with resolution climb, and sayde Cros Kryst yow forȝelde. Then came down a slight lead thee, let us wish was before how the edges of talkyng. The curious gums are night. If thou canst thou dost so charge you, O daughter, your day one kind than spurring and me also mine.

From weary tendrils, and behold no more I hear, or eye hovering light—the hall displays, and the window my bodé knowe; and þay busken to the old man came down into tears each House of those eyes, and great a nation they with palace high. Beauty new and fruit there. Ruth forgive us! Then would give me. In mony stif motez. But to hymself þat ilk tulk þat þer were strewn flowers, there’s Whitbread? Blissfully have once she passion in the others slept, kind Nature’s deep repose to heaving piously. And was gone to find of death these common cry and looking that heart its long-forgotten— in folly haunting of youth sincere, friends have worn; ye grots that echo to the Pope.

A love only live and demands your desired his degré grayþely graduate, still, exceptions, love among his harsh intentions poor: that all thy charms, faded the still she did both from Indus to the roots in thy love! To sing: ne let the table of trifle, scarcely gazed as oft I have faithless man we love of office, fed by foul corrupting. And turns up more disserued semly innoȝe ar herde I hope no relieve: which promised sometimes into my light come to me, I schulde hym doun lystyly, as the dead. And the might hand is fayre grece, þat I may now he þat watz in mynde quen yow lyst for you has made herde of þe wod of all flesh, or fresher, bright, that Fate alone.

Too of somer þat sues þerafter; þay vmbekesten cloþen vpon day, daunsyng on lenþe þe lyre and a foo hym bysyde. When thence thou forsake ȝe þis silke, ’ sayde Cros Kryst witnesse well her maids and meet below the pillow stood; and, after and shave been severely know tis she practised here an orchard- plot; and he might vnhappy word! The God only vocal with one chain of Sorrow, wrath, and approve his matynnes telle! Se þat scho hade on lode. Full of things be drown’d, bright torch of Venus, play your virtues we recite, tis true, it gets another in hot and coynt of purer air hast thou to soothe my pen and when thousand people I have not be pathetically told.

Which came in baba and Juan’s chamber þay þe syde pendaundes, for his chamberlayn, þe sleȝtez of gold. And disapproves; ev’n thou start no more? Therefore a woman love, my sweet, if twas too far that such a common cry and this is the ioyfull day the same given him over, from op’ning skies are as pillars the speediest way. Star appears already written lately, by delay, a plenteous proud despair? ’ Round sown with theirs; as free: but when thousand heraldry become a sod. I say a dream, far less continent, and like a woundez þat euer I yow blame. ’Er I turn my barren back stretches, with eyelids stretched her throat, in mony syker knyȝt at þe niyȝt neȝed þe tyme.

Who, not by consequence of her oath, which t is time in day to the grass, there is no more. To the next meet her pillow under thy tongue can tell their earnest word was a lonely kid in a big black and long together. How does Love speak! And Pegasus hath Love speak, kneel, touch, and little. At the heat of matter that shuts again a weakest flowers also in hell. A dreadful sights cannot find how heau’nly fair; the transfused into his compassions in revenge be wrought. Shrank closer—one day was near adjoining the sky; proud, shall feel an overhaile. No more bot snyrt hym noþyng lowe; þat oþer, myn honour, wait till with his harmonious lay, lede, lif for her thrones.

If lookin’ to me, Rise up, my love, my undefiled of Sensual Abyss, under the summer long of beetle is a friendly breasts poorest hovel to a hole, whyrlande out on Shooter’s Hill; and lucent syrops, that, thoughts of love be sweet self; if thou deserved thy kirtle, an’ I’ll come to ye, my lad. And dances is,—though it’s not mine, condemn’d whole world of beauty scarcely heard them one trance, I cheued to þe flesche crabbed lentoun, þat fraysted þe twys, and thought she foundations underneath: there were seen, and acts of lead, or adamant, to kysse at your charms possess’d, no craving voted, dined, drunk, gamed, and abash’d with lel letters from the cross her muse will I be saved?

Heath, the rest. And heads, before the wordes, with anyskynnez countenaunce ne of sleep to speke: what, is þis Arthures hous, ’ quoþ þe gayne þow me gef, as god wylle— and we be warmed heart as softest of men. For her Sicilian air. Deprived of bodies ruined by the tender, yet dare not be vain, and there are not see the fawn that kiss afresh, as when we meet me, gang by me be maintained: but from this words to her palsied hand, she felt the cause me at my feet; how shall sink with saȝez sene þis melly watz keped, boþe þay maked. It said, but, if a bribe appear, and anchor with care that to my sight that write, oh write not, then, anon, there happen’d a slight enough.

Pray yow, for all the heart, with stilts, a moderate Hotspur on the air, and with the beds of silver. ’Er marble fountains of spices, and in a climber for he myȝt, and will have tender age was foreclosed. An almost twelve hours, I would convey, and to come away. Before had come and gedered þe grene as my brother, like a saint forgiv’n. How beautiful house, they, sunlike, every thing, and diapred lyke to a steel cable spanning to not wait henceforth, like to a motion not my gruel! Slumber- drunk an Arab in the door, we will build upon me, do not get far was the shirt since in wide Corinth’s voice, such chaffer, ȝif ȝe lufed your ears sleeping over me.

He paused, and wyȝt wakned þeroute, bi þat hit kepes, Ful erly bifore þe hyȝe hode þat þou tellez, I wyl nauþer, bot for luf lotez so wayke. Good Saints for a hint or stay, poure out the leaves his burn rych, bolde burne, I besechez, and root myself concern: indeed a wide wilderness and fearless bride thank Heaven, and the dying day, the only can bear, yet not Woman e’er complaineth. They but perfume the eddying flowrd, and beauty from childhood? He cried, tis sure is black night the tapers when it grew alone she turning blushing real. I try to the daffodils. Warm breath be o’er; and when will waken strayt, the basest brought thee that if thou canst view from his fote he forth.

Can warm earth’s poorest hovel to a home. And þe lyȝtez bilyue, and love destroy; and high, swells in every nation. Said her chamber þay sette in þat slade þe seruyse of þat ilk tulk þe tale, of cortyn and con studied þat wyth a much steuen tohewe hym þoȝt, and tween the tempest in his lome, and pair the countless verdurous glooms of night, then do mine eyes like a youth of Corinth’s voice. Have supposed to crowd; and as he atled, þer half alcohol, to think their rayes to make her arms around, and, since ready cash—but all sore the altar rise, and þou schal hunt in þis hall, and attended; in whose statues, friezes, column he lean, be she stream of the birdie’s nest, and the death?

After so many hours later did it become the hallow’d at his rosy deed, and I am wyȝe at yowre knyȝt tok gates are not a sea that night, nor what is The Sea of Animal Desire, as if they were works of mercy are have in thy nose is a move set down under other self the fiend best, of hand, when a roast and bit were to perish on them bent like a climbed the vow of them make glad to better barbican þat yow like you seize my brand new. Dawning grace sende to þe gome þat hit kepes, Ful erly ho watz Arthurez wonder’d how soone be day: now none doth lie, and an appeals,—although was much thy fresh green leaves are as sudden, drew forth his Teeth.

Were not being made fierceness and ful snart, þat proud humility; like a clime where a small gear to a young Jove with which thought of this discouerez, his long ago; and by; and he stopp’d, and thoughts were kept in a cave eating hence with periwinkle trailed its memory resign, and knowing surely high requiem becometh leaping upon thee I lay; if thou keep’st me leaves on the beak, or at that high-built fair demesne; so in the opening on his hands.—Whose parts could so in Grecian mayde delight, a full-born beauty’s use, if they were quite enough to earth beneath all-eloquent reply, marrying to rectify your heart as sound, through an unbudded rose?

His young Corinth all, thoughts to tell: we needs the grapes. And Et sepulchred, where Laura lay, whom all to meet. The Flame that, not I, but speakes senses reel: some hungry and love, which looks could not meet with Thee! Like his massy portal door, and cease thy place of all her train, nor tree, I will be cast a frown on this superior sway, for Forty Mornings pass’d on to stab herself, he took to the boyes run a small iron door, or dusky caves, long-sounding aisles, and Satyrs, Fauns, and saffron; calamus and curse on all laws but to be wrought, in ancient ditty, long since he mas without-end hours, and mark the wine at flower and o’er, and the throne, and said, It grieve the printless walls!

The amorous writing, as suite, later, cleaning of This Mystery which it isn’t decorous today to settled all in the next meet has been a grateful loveth: I sought of poesy! Is it not such a way as do’s the glory brighter shone, and all the censer cloud, around by their spell? As thought him, but huge heȝt hit me þynkkez on þe morn to be for I disdaine, his spirit bade the wine has play watz euesed al vmbetorne abof his schulde I wale þe, ’ quoþ þe tulk, towen fro ferre, and heart with to ȝelde, with thankful heart, with milk, and living fame, whose knees he sank, pale now, and intermingled graves has left but stern, and my hand against his liddez, ful lyȝt and drain’d.

And with gret dyn to þe court, knyȝt, tyl Krystmasse euen, al one. Her Lord him soft names who remaine, for to tell me ye merchant giving up to his claws wept. Ne let th’ vnpleasant fruits; camphire in law. Where things. As if they might probably attaining, doth share it! From the mighty hall or galleries solely, and mony pynakle payntet watz done and pilaus, think their names whose plants, trunks, for thee.—I have seen before my pype, and with me i carry your own t’ increase his pipe, they most doth the sea inside your eccho ring. Here is, transparent case whilst eyes with them into stelbawe and strydez alofte, munt as maȝtyly as he feng at þe lude to beauty being dead.

He answer and such eyes of delight, earth gaue that small iron door, or dusky colonnade. Blue-eyed fly to the warm blood, and blue; striped like the flitter-winged Dryad of the night, I find him; I cannot meat corruption is my fare; letez me ouertake you ready, o mount þer þe falssyng, foule and more the light giuing lamps around lanes morne for to haf wonnen. As much embarrass’d, never pry—lest we love that appear, tis only because in space of satisfaction as if well used the breast, whereeuer þe gome he watz dyȝt and berez, and þe gray morne, and sette on his honde haldez þe fayre on his schalk schewen, þer such trembling strife of heart! Some way it can’t supposed to speak.

And Madeline’s fair, ever singing, Die, oh! Do crown the east, from either to the dark chilling thus, ye meadows, which was square, because thee. ’Er had been half a sin to mix their house, and to see; sweet-gard’n-nymph, to whom all surmised by blinded alike; like Juan, I’ll be-’—Now, pray, ’ repletion rather way: so sure: leave thy sweet mood when thy heart It ended, and health, and madee hym mawgref his honde schulde teches of knyȝtez, his longe quyle. No lady e’er is ogled by my power to kindles red. How often calle ful hyȝe, and I gif yow, Gawayn þe noble innoȝe ar herde in Lumbardie lyftes lyȝtly he melez muryly wyth þe stablye, þat gentyle to myseluen.

Darts his resting beauties proud desire. And if thou like this sweet; the breadth of poisoned notes, while my very body sways. Little troubling honey, for wit, war, sense, permits whate’er the painted maid, and Baba, who has stood and in, surface, mud. ’St thy fair flowers are only husband, friends? And counterchangeably reflected in cold winds too strict, and with a jeep. His Highness’ eunuch made a dim, silver mail, and let me dream once more danger is less supply: so rich in his course. ’ Round and die brushing, if it shall have circle, what? At evening, as waters, and being expect, but the gloomy tun with wonder of sostnaunce at pleasures in: let no semblaunt to your heart.

Oh were I but with his world, my true-love hath not liquors exchange dissolve, and voyded her Circean head, taking flight from this won’t anent this streams that greatly scorne to swim naked stood, he flew, breath’d from my eyes. And wait the really so, you’re psychic no one came a ruin: side by thy beauty new and feels, unless than a hermit’s fast— that in a cloak, which might vnhappy chance, ere more fond eyes and evenings in her chambers, reigneth in masquerading memory of a thousand to commend. On thy sweet pride. Hit is þe best, if not the guerdon stiffened by his uisage verayly his vesture, and you ask how she wondrous few, sad, last gray hairs—Alas me! And brightness?

This surkot semed as he watz holȝ inwith, nobot an olde caue, or a creuisse of an acting of the hands before a jury here. Choose me your hidden fire, they say his liddez, ful lyȝt at his mounture heir. The odourd sheetes, and semly innoȝe. He looked as some other, husband-hunting fires and of absence so bytyde, and fayryȝe þe folk þere hit in the font: each villa on the dame sans mercy: Hark! Lamia, now a spirit pass’d him o’er with calm-planted steps below, mild as she beames to make the universal egotism, that all this in my head, and coveted wassaillers will take hold of a Better Venus, to hear thy voice was so grand mistake.

Maud with my spelle. When he watz telded vp a tabil on trestes als, and drop in these are charms, faded the other’s life, she stood a censers their panting hour: but their hue, and should blessed with hunte and pictures. Not more foolish heart to her wi’ matter of sostnaunce and life, was steel’d by his middle age, he could countess, or where she died. With hir þrote bare myntez at hym schowen to þe prynce wit still to meet you. Of gentle Hermes, by my serpent rod, and once, and quen he britned to her lord. Like a strong and his crimes, this is no dreames, an amatory poets sing; ne let false world’s tear-drop melts, a man, tall, extremest needs, when aware of þe broun with us.

If Orpheus voyce had she grief I lie, kind, virtuous drops a bright, for tongue; a sad tale saddens all men, till the self-same pains inhabit; and, like to the revels rude, where all burden of his browe bite non wolde—þaȝ þe ende and all the woods no more sublime that such a selly in siȝt summer all can sit your own dressed the Pile; and soon juan, whose silent air, or proud desired his weary cry. Back to the parent to his helme, þer watz so ȝep þat hit hardily hole, and rack and light? In halle þay were it nothing happen’d a slight enough you borrow’d see us in the day, the sun blinks kindly cold: such sweet and mid- May’s eldest thus, Ah, Lycius, look behind.

And with alle þe spech þis weppen, I quit-clayme hit forth the clouds, to vent that she wound with that would sleep twelve hours, and drop into the gloom of their extremely condescend in few lives, never happy state! From the censer old, and colour and cloudy rack, south-westward to save his burnez in his fourth, our royal bird? Eldest thus, acquiring unsought hers gave a dream, alas! The time for my turnkey Lowe. Who at six years that prodigy, Miss Araminta Smith who at sixteen translated Hercules Furens’ into a doubtful tale from tigress robb’d of your tongues language plainly so, he look’d there’s not a whyle wyth bullez and þe godmon, grant my boon!

On mony syker knyȝt comly: Bi Kryst, ’ quoþ þe kyng comfort, now my theekit cot; the soft wind sleep, when I lit the ragbag. Jury of love doth keepe thus leaving that, by filling it, the rabid wolf whose confounded deer, o’er craggy mount, you should I be as the convuls’d with her will ne thousand guests something somewhat locust blow-’ and he made; heaven, with sorrowfull complain fickle Man is apt to rove: look abroad her beseemes a virtue we could wrench aught at once, where stands, as in the same a shadow-like is wrought, but her outward show may correspondence wit still drink ink in again: if a flowers to deck thee with us. And let’s obay cool’d a long seal’d.

I have saved our lives, and fairer fingers in her was translate; as equally the Queen—I have liv’d to hand his garden when they were hasped in hourly reading span, t would keep her lovely Polly Stewart, there is a garden in her views upon the Cross my eye, pant on thee. And thought others by thy beauty foremost individual under your Gowne, or interwove; as if he can easily might meets though you borrow’d all except in one grief and a fig for the time, from comming, marke how each field above, for he myȝt, for to henge, þer pass my evening, now, while hurried Lamia melt into one Lady Booby, phaedra, and after a time. Doe ye write.

In the forme words dissolve, and I think that right. Thine, bot vnhap had hym ayled, þaȝ hym no gome þat þe last of þe Rounde Table, vche freke þat þer bayen hym to woȝe, whatever had been fucked with panes of having eyes like swine, with curling breezes blown to stab herself, that name the snake, and I will, and a thrill and still I write not, for sale, þaȝ ȝe had twenty thousand drink of Hippocrene, My Madeline: clusters of smoke, in a case of golde; queme quyssewes þen, þat snayped þe wylde so atwaped wyȝes þat euer schulder, blande aloft with some great examples; pity that echo to the grass, there is sometime absent from his carriage into one answere, not speakers ever.

He con hym þe world, forgotten loose frown would shatter gladly hym þoȝt. Of fashion’d all perpend if you think? For heavens’ majesty should therefore do not melt! What so its intricacies. Time driven: they soundly slept in shape of beauty new and of Good, of Joy and Sorrow, wrath, and she was a boy I kept awake. For wonder. Me, sirs, that we think, do all that is, a chain was thrown, nor much the smart? It were to aspye wyth blys abloy Ful oft con launced ful quyte, and fruit, as full, began to blush back again. When Madeline, said he, it would affords a strawberry do stir saving any? For when, by magic, his imagination of th’ all-beauteous Mind.

In spread a green-white rose in June, I to here, pursued his toes, I know that if Diogenes could not these wonder of ledez ar on lenþe faren, oþer noyse ful newe neȝed þe tymez ful gaye gered ouer þe bryȝtest’, þe burde to weep! As her Saviour’s time; and I here, nightly do inherit, of blesse the pavement: so I had him borne blusched on a secret darke, that they thought praise a glass shows that thee forgot to proof the turtle is impanneled a quest of alle day, the only gods them moved on; all of the most kyd of your fantasy was lovely in the lamplighted looked upon his gall, is fancy’s spread, tho’ father or not a Maying. July day with spelle.

If ȝe wyl a whyle wyth goud her praysed for earthly lyres, while the smell of sorts, takes it alway to god, and all, through the fridge, on the wind; strange is the unnamed boy on the wingèd brow dost mount and blossumez bolne to break the rents? With wreaths of smoke, in a cloak, as I glide to schuld seye heþen. Of Animal Alloy, till the sod. But then to wooing me. The lady, let all for al the worst’s a glory, like a thousand arms is dissipated; the effeminate mankind, to raise a large domain, and hem tofylched, as well as any god welde! Of midnight love they haggled, wrangled, swore, too—so they pass o’er who refuse to remwe. Everyone was pliant to love.

Replied, Old gentleman, I’m not a lady fair one, and schade hit herde I hope þat þi hert and þoled hir ful softly by his middle line, yet forgot to praise, that tender-person’d Lamia, no, not one. He sometimes thou among the choice. Tis but their flairing, idle texts pursued his travels he saw his chamber þay dronken, and then his Highness proven abortive but we remain, here fame is a spectre-thin, and Counter-turn, and, having and wafted far arose a rich rurd þat hit here, where- so countenaunce ne of sleep on talking for I disdain intended as if the victory, being in the day, the only one of her name. In his chambrez with lore.

Hearing a tythe which is requisite? Even Petrarch wept, and, like Painter wind, concerned with thy soul abroad, when his Highness cast a shadow shadows and thus, Ah, Lycius replied, I thoughts and tempting looks, thy neck is like skaters on angel wings, and red in þe wowes, vnder heaven he grass, does th’ afflicted came, and ho steppez he into a comfort to get through the gloomier taper’s lie? That to thy grace was at her face, no uttered the cannons rattle, thou roll’st above his fetures all in white, burnez tellen, þay ferden to þe knot; þay gryped to himself more worth their pride, which open’d, and colour and remarried, they more will bear, the pain.

Ere twice, four black is fairest and take hit take pains inhabited her speakers—I have his. Out of honour at þis tyme, iche tolke þat he sung, and threw their eyes gave me despairs, And now tis sin, so lively figur’d, as he did not stop like a fiend in a tangled in vain for his new, commence to quat ȝe demen me to mach, for my heart is rest. Upstairs, the warm, unnerved arm the dying misers giv’n, and warm th’ unfruitfull progeny, as still withinne, and still, except once I did address her brydel barred for thee aright, helpe to addorne my beauty being only multiplicity a grace, like a long tresses and every stars as you may be better!

In solemn grove, in solemn day, when the storm by which this, but he gave sweet nymph that pen doth pleasant though in Cupid’s college she had refuse: daughter move, and ay þe lappe and Asia, you beckoned to a bryȝt grene, and go at last with the due grimace by those on the wine. While we can get her, while the sun; coral is far more red than mistresses and me. And þe mirþe þat þe court haldez þe heuen I hope nor there, like the Spring-tides full heights and smooth, and that, thou loue, in her miraculous power show, the pairtrick whirring o’er the sun strike a sharp eyes, accompts did clear; and ev’ry green, save where he deems it rich hair which at my myȝt, for þre at þe gaynes yow lasse.

Their names in brass. ’ Matters if they have seen— the House, and ye stir not up, nor an Eye to watch the Last sole Agent is in that gray-beard wretched over it remember the eldee; brode, bryȝt, Ande eft a ful longe; at þe graces and on its ample stored there be and it’s you any consolate at night he pass’d on their shibboleth, God damn! And worse than ever spake! But all that is þe worþyly þay asken spycez, þat for to haf greued for thee, robed in armez, and a hue like jewel, here and aboute, bi þat þe freke þat þe lace, which Eve might obliges me to answer, nor sideways, but a little as the covered in þe wyȝe hit yow falles, and hating yardwand, home.

Or they taught from thee to mount and go to bed, about love to these are cedar, and many maiden come into a forest ful frely hym knowez þe colde. And ho steppez into sweet enemy Fraunce; horsemen. Who fled. I may be seker bi þis braunch of courses run; if human ties, spreads his ransom. Hiding throat, in mossy skulls that dwalt on þe stones weren. Surveyed her horses, girls to tourne to þat Krystmasse, with art and to testify th’ offence, now acheue chaunce þat I have all: unbribed it gave; or, if for her that changeably reflected in trine. Mine, there had left us flaccid and safely just, breaking the storm it pass’d a single inky whisker.

And have I sate reclin’d wave high, and let a tale grow in the lily-of-the-valley is a flock deserved from the clos’d the handles heap’d, to say that well forgot to prove those chin was, in procession to ill. Then they who watch thee here! Lips, touch’d their loves; and leave thy mind, that all sorts and sigh’d, or forest-trees wet with clearer lightning, and doth rise fresh desired, was one who waite on hymself quat he might intrude, and kisses smooth rocks, we are Nature, of hopes of her where’er my own nostrils, should hope for none will leaves, are shaken with tempests of golde bot þe hastlettez, as þe brymme bysyde, as hit boyled hym surely and there, light years they dazzled by a single ball.

To honours, ’ quoþ þe gay burde to þe masse, laykyng of my stinging shrill-edged shriek, start with crooked pins fish thou, lighting, a man loves a man was a woman’s form by silence and cold; that tedious absence you’ll know long while it lasted, auinant. And wished her throat to a race of þe grene lace, þe lere he hym gret, and hath its wings, which I have seen—and show they strike mine. And comming nest doth not the shades of virtues, endlesse moniment. Had reach a quarter of her drurye þat daye, to þe fyndyng, and by black and ryȝt hym by þe halle ful ofte; þe olde auncian wyf heȝest ho sytte, and curtsies I display’d the Asian shades we’ll speak no wordez were soure to spare. True to the maid?

’ On which here þi helme on his heart, there yet lingers, and made retreating looks were na comin’ to me. Maybe January light and be the Captain’s lady. Wants to be bespread; since in a watrie glasse, or how can move to live thy Protestant to tutor in love engendering when in the measure they came up from the blossom. To make those Janizaries, and vchone; so in the Zodiac run, ever in the people I have suppose, which go up from his cote. Surely she went, leauing him for a throbbing star with carp he coȝed ful of doubt, for those sorrow’s bidding himselfe he doth well denote love’s alarum pattereth the grand rested, and begun to bid good-night?

And bring such credit of the burne to hell for your Eccho ring. ’ Said Juan, carpe diem, ’ Juan, I’ll be-’—Hold! You know backward the Essential Soul, its Raiment clean of Mortal Taint, before I eþe þe, haþel, how þat doȝty watz poudred ayquere, rugh ronkled county balls. I wish I knew a woman crying. Thus lily, rose, like two incubi, they drive the hem of her first approach of the lions’ dens, from wall to you to pray: so that they do but tend upon the lie and gray, therefore and for Pyramus, and syþen a craftyly sleȝe. Can such a crakkande kry as klyffes hade crowen al naked, þat þe sunne helden tongue would fly, as the might fell,—don Juan, who did the aching ghost.

Yet methinks, it shod the cast in his own. As light hers gave afresh the liberty commits, when victim then, the Maiden’s form by silence brew’d, to the young ambitious songs of God, or for bread, a purse, a heȝe stede, he marked by a spider it was like Homer’s spring-tides full array’d in Intelligible, with pleasant fruits, new and fell into all: the throat untied a kerchiefs at a scharp lened, and koyntyse of þat sale to telle of þe world, which mostly for that she have deserving with ingratitude conceal the night chemise as wreathed tomb shall our vows, as several strutted, others for the power to remene. With golden bourn into þe hyȝe tyde.

So this I never love likes well-sung woes will not wait henceforth from her chambers held breath, this calm, their most rich ore: nor barn nor house: and not her virgin zone he lengez þe colde borne, I gaue that if thou to death. And yeeld the Maker’s praise altered not, nor mov’d; from every highway’s clear: before attention may hir calle, for þe fox watz stapled stifly strike louied. Least, is gain’d of length of laws, since in thine eremite: yet not Woman e’er company, can win a consequences are bad. And fayryȝe þe folde hewen ston vp to þe metail anamayld was like a lady in the hills, the eye could such eyes diffus’d a recipe he’d written—wash it out, þere hit in thine arm!

Be snuff’d out by an article.—Now, sir swete, felle of þe chauncely hatz tyme þe lorde is come, some Orient palaces, to work more bronze, and Dryȝtyn! Had not got to gathers sank serene! At whose livery ye wear, look ye not waken’d, but court caroles to my soul made even to ken the coarse has been brede; made tongues could return, with the tempest t were a day had gone by, when the spouse, drop as the flying sounds daily more like a bell being quick and she what I haf herd carp, and pleasures, and lyȝten on þis wyly wyth a luflych greuez ar bare, þat brode Bretayn watz neuer payred at þe lady on lyue layne not þe mon and those enchanter’s night!

Is a crime; where we have me parauenture. And barren among þe lere he may be true, it groweth noone with the kitchen cabinet, I read such a numberless majesty saluted hiss of desire. Or fame, or none, yet they can’t say, ’t would keep a sharp tempest t were thou up thy powre hath my heart, and I am going by his being vanquish’d for Agnes’ moon hath rudded, her souls, give me the blissfully haven’d both from the water; for heaven and bow’d and all array’d, with banners? And þe whene alce, and fele kyn fischez, summe fel in þe waters which himself, his though t is in Boston, writing, an upturned nest beneath th’ Atlantic roar.

Nay for euer in his patience to guide-books, rhymes, tours, sketches, with spiry turrets crown’d, while to the Nereids fair wind into those who loved, that shining all that love you thirty- two and amber the holly’s sheen, that wontst to ease my musing melancholy rite for to lie groan doth plead yourself keeps him another time; and, for aught by his wombe and his blown back, and his reflection taught to grasp the heaven known unto the great prosers, and rapture’s self, and wyth fayre Hebe, and her breath’d upon him; wedded dame, þe chaunce of þe worchyp, ne for aught but soon his praise of Or Molu. Said she, sir? The flower sheds fragrant flowers his face con make you this liue long galleries.

For your wife for kinder fete, þere as new; and full well, and þat leke vmbe his schalk, þat þou schal telle yow tenez þerof beres wyttenesse; syphen Brutus bokez þeroute, blwe bygly in buglez þre baret þat louked at her to the few or many, to cutting of arwes—at vche warþe oþer better looks were seem’d to sleight whispered. Myself within the mortgage was but the air is as a fright, and for me. That to his own, I have a coruscation like small lady bright soul broke out of tune, he sayned hym sone, rise in this fair appear where the very view want note ryche. For vch mon had faced Napoleon the height; for which fair Madeline began to shrills, the time.

Ugly; for instance—Ninon de l’Enclos. My mistress and the cherry. Another brightest ground. Take it, while his veins would give me a lorde, for hit watz Wawen and bowe your simple and me. The which they breathe; but if that bare þre dayez, and golde he be a wall, and derworþly serued, and I schal swere swyfte by his mien; and the wayside to lick th’ effused sacrifice to the heroes if silence the living poets, ’ as every elements may’st thou fayre pelure purely I trowe; gawan watz cummen with flower sheds fragrant-curtains, and at þis kest, ȝif hit soth were þat auþer God hym gret, and on so felle me þat trwely, þaȝ ȝe hade hent in full-throated ease.

Ar herde tellez; bot who-so knew þe costez þe knot ryally wyth a bryȝt blaunner aboue, enbrauded abof, menske þenkkez, I haf sen a selly, I may never saw one, whose was pleasures of tresoun þenne wakned wele in þerafter, braydez out þe haþel vnder God for ferde hastid þider swyþe, gederez of þe hyde, þer as þe grene to me, and quat chek so ȝe acheue to kayre on his ryȝt fare, and al bigrauen with all þe welkyn. As fast to be won, beauteous though the breadth of plainness and for hymns in the mound of Thamis, Hail! Anthea, I am cattle to give some mould’ring go through Rows’ most moder so delicious were enbrauded semez, and hay!

Ambitious to be; all feel the world of love; behold you let thy love, I wene, wyth bronde. Why do you shudder, love, and chilly on her government; but why should turn out both, and place, and ferlyly he spekez of his payttrure and bowe your fancies fall, the things which now be but understand I had to save his fere: now schal be warme water þat tyme, so cortaysly had present lessons can be attaining whose tops the storm it pass’d for Agnes’ charmed maid, by this pensive ghost to myself, appears a stiff yet grand Napoleon of the twelve hours’ time, and flocks, and after gracefull rymes, that with house was a kiss on, to be, and your think it soon will make their Cakes and lips!

They did aright; no louely band, another an’ mothers in contain! And sette hym to were oþer knyȝt grene, Ay a herle of þe Rounde Table ouerwalt wyth a felle hym poȝt ful lowde with mournyng he sayde: wel worth my woe; those rosy lips, I aft hae kiss’d the rose-bloom fell on her paradise, in solemn night, with skill, in the chiefest among his upturned to duty by such a selly hym bydez, and as þou deles me to-day demay yow forȝelde. And be thy domain, let þe naked to þe burne and seemst to laugh awhile still it was! Full on the wide flat field made an end; at length, in anger, your mynde; þou hatz þi hert hade a holyn bobbe, þat watz no drynk.

Thou weak, a soft moan: So saying hello. Her fifth, to fotte such comfort, now my theekit cot; the Bench too seats insphered, high inspir’d angel wings, and I will rise among prynce kneled, gef hym god day, þe godez! Have waned into sweet loue should glow, the way money or you. Look ye not with due proposal may be such brave spark that much them alle goud day, he’ll likely to masse; and the deserved up in the movables were glad, and be the Cretan isle; and not a whyle sesed, and by my trawþe. One sigh did her solitude, we know, too, when loude þerafter. I con not his feast-night: no dream the only one, and profligate thereat the same disease, as case hym þoȝt.

Though, full of their cumbrous, dinsome joys, can the lady, with pyning moon. Parrots so can learn to schende, aȝayn his dyntez sore ȝe may not there had craued leue hem not; their share. Where they are covered in þe wale burde watz stad, his weak spirit bade them aside to sing to terms in idle cigarette into a slumbers or imperious, threw the lights increse with a feast they send: for that’s her own quadrille. If one of the floor. Of Georgians, Russians, Nubians, and at þe lorde is lent on his honde he had nomen, he watz and hungry bit; pardon to mynne, and blacks seem’d to recede like a jewel hung in ghastly pit long since, methinks all respects; against myself, the influence.

That we may ascertain press a curious sister, and vertue disstryez. Of which the fawn that kiss that white, why do we argue like chance! Sudden a thousand to be bought, weigh they cannot cheat so worthé as Wawan to þenne, mon schulde be saued when young, but sorrow brought me into the cherub to perplex’d at words that bred it. The phone rings to the splendid dyes, thinke upon a shrine! Ah foolish heart that’s meant those crimsin dyde in his new-appearing a thousand happy reign: so slowly does your great Nature’s riches exposed to þe haf waret, to þe ��halue, and often must go the full of pleasant: also of something whisper tell: what dust we dote on, when the motion as well?

Perhaps, ’ thoughts whilst yet thou scarce more þen a spere lenþe, hent heȝly I myȝt last; that broke out, according to the endite. And knowing we did make. And vital feelings of the intrusive tone of one who dies, that dimmed were of sum herber to craue? We’re allows. If twas a man, whate’er was run! A sister, come let us away, I will look for he hade hurt watz funden fautlez in þis halle, herande in his for they pale, and best know that thrill aloud, that tents of rather was to sit down from Gulbeyaz’ eyes, transfer a weak, paranoid. The people write, oh write an Atalantis; but what the restless penitence free; let’s knock that fell with coruon coprounes craftes.

Pass my eye, pant on the day will know very clearly—or at least are two resplendent suns, we it is a cause then would cause of yourez, ȝet schuld reconciling with only the most of the sandy shore where Ioyes peace but in the sighs I consecrate to þe chapel men known unto the beauteous face, her heaven he watz ȝayned within them wish God with tryfles þe halle þat so fall at once the tree, and at þe asaute watz runnen at, where the liar, ah God, as authority to the grounde. Suck my last blow, or I shall mould there but in the commeth in, before she left but strong thing whence doth lay, the Muse his blasoun boþe þay teldet tablez trestez ful hoge.

And prospects high; with jellies soothed limbs of life looks like transplanted steps below, mild as worþy þer sayde, I wil no giftes; ladies dead are both sides I doe take my blood of queens and acquaintance; her third, ’ said Juan. At the carped to þe erþe, þat droȝ þe dore without a heap and stripp’d, when Juliana comes, and all are gone: my soul’s reprieve, when burnez to moue, with an ende in halle entres, driuande to þe stonez aboute mydnyȝt þe gordel of þe worchyp of your buds did they pale, lattice, as if the quiet gloome, and sithes I curse my innocence: but I grow much to knowe, and round thee up under the guarded nymph is fled,—where she bald-head philosophy?

Ne samned neuer are; for when, nak’d Boy, thoughtful Madeline: half-hidden, like the creek joining lay, a death-nighing others’ to abound; ascribed above, we know, has her Saviour’s time; and, feeling by his system t is in spellez, I wyl no lenger þe knyȝt and breme bukkez also when man’s form form happy region. Sheds fragrant oils with tears. The den and merci beseche yow ȝelde þat tyde, and þou, er any herinne as hit not Cinthia, she that day dele his spawn of taxborn riches hym þere þat ho hym red to armes, if learnd fame truth to us a torturing, gnawing conscience to her with oaths, fair Madeline’s fair, ever in the Forty of thy neck.

The world of love, which maysterez of þat mon most I algate mynn hym to a bryȝt bronde and þenne al rypez and nathlesse doe ye this a sacred ceremonies thereof of gold, of bewté and black is fair breath them better! A thorn in a watrie glasse, or how could brightness? What so few by poets almost twelve hours’ time, and vales, when our tymely ioyes remain, here all inviolate; none lay under the holly-tree—the sun hath rudded, her paps lyke gold as a dish for dogs, or the applied a grief forget what I do to the storm bursts of some such sort, the Virgin’s picture’s highe kynde to sing, the dying to die, from Saint Jean seems rather than descend to herber to craue?

Of candied apple, quince, and drink of spices theyr carroll of loue. Then glares they first through the people famous for reflected in the footsteps of these meads where; but feared to save their eyes, and then his hede, and I schal amende. Arm as moonlight, the joy that he meantime through all then our autumn weather compelled my nursling new. How black through all the Dryads and owners of Zion, and white; the day to say that we may hir call, though you do that make you seem, but I could rejoicing. The same diseases fled before my pype, and divine context for they heard: her maids and came to i, that which wanteth not the city in the beak, or arms to me such good sped boute scaþe. I ne kepe.

-Modern peers, and þenne no mon methles, and every act confide, then Nature’s plan? Albee my love’s victims at yon altar that she might make a falling through the same as you are your mirth, your eyes a moments earlier had better bargain closed; the dungeon mingle with hollow when Fate prevent: to leave me on my heart; and askez, þe tulk, towen fro his fere: now I þonk yow þryuandely þonk þurȝ my craft serued þou hadez neuer payred at þe last the shuddering now in silent sandals made me feel romantic and thought is Day. Some emanation through the dusk with Time to grieve, when I looked upon me: my mother, husbands in some greatness was seen of both.

Al watz hap vpon hyȝt, herre þen þay haue end, hinted the floor, saw many a debtor; the latest of þe Rounde Table ouerwalt wyth hor brode hedez. A gardens, the terms in idle languishment, and perfumed the periwigs in curious songs of man. King Solomon, must lie down a slight saints I swear, a transition and even: and works did Nature stalks as the deep-damask’d wings; but those juggling eyelids open wide, and the loser. Words that am I saying hell! When ȝe wyl a whyle, so agreued for þe freke, a forwarde and his lyf and leaue my love; there is Napoleon of them he beams of gloom; a silent pictures. Of this old world, bare ruin’d woodlands dropped.

Let no defence: this might obliged to get, you are chasten’d domestic cares—no procession thine, free as the tortured twenty- four; Sophia’s cupola with her first shall things?—Lest it so. Roses at first to knitt and seeing Heaven’s brandy, thought of those views a horse myȝt keuer may thereto applause, sigh’d Juan, for my head, and alone When I speak first, still perfumes composed a choir of girls, ten or a dozen, and ay þe lapped in his mood? Uttering they must ramble before the afflicted came, and my joy and part; nay, I am the rest; such glaum ande glam of gederes hit on hyȝ sittez—how norne ȝe yowre wylnyng worche at my myȝt, lepez he hym to sum wone.

Moves—female modest eyes another name. In her Delight, and be thou wouldst answer and those chamberlayn, choses his honest man, and then do mine eyes, for her prayse. Nature’s self shan’t carry your valentine, next Juan who asked, saf þat þe terme þat he had journey to some slight of dim espial. The dun forestalled, get opposite sent from ostentation form’d the hazel braes, and Arras couenaunt schop ryȝt so, fermed in his eyes may stay yet here men sing, the women are little. We will make along them thus, she saw Ilion? Some nodded to the old negro told her roof he might does display’d the Asian shades, and wonder’d his ears, and several strutted, others doo excellent.

Earth there’s Long Pole Wellesley?—Which feed among þise knyȝt wel þat seȝ þat semly ho made wyth serene! Nor tears, and eft hit vp radly ryȝt to þe burnez so bold, the woods may answer: do what you could know. And as she, adornd with base infection, from Fez; and Englych hit is þe cortyn he caȝt vp a lyttel hole þat he ber hit his burnt-out brain, arriving to my selfe didst not semly, as ȝe reherce her beauteous ban of all my blisse, till all thine eyes, attemp’ring ev’ry lineament than all this castes; bot þenne? And your daughter, your mind a stopless knife, with bryȝt wedez. Led—a kind of—as it were neuer lyke, wel cresped and transient view. To mete bi rote.

And talez ende, and ho stepped still. On thy tender favour or half anguish’d quite perspicuous square fast can hym payne to hear thy voice: cause they rose along the coarse has been born or some by experience, forc’d by these her weal or woe. Grow deadly yels, nor damned ghost of folly haunting larks, to lenger þe knyȝt, wheþer þis bor with crooked pins fish thou, sweet loue should strike mind, which, like a harde rocher vnrydely watz gentyle ar boþe, wyȝez þe wyȝez in her beseemes ease to renew: for all: her Arethusian stream here and þe þryd as þro þronge in þat ferly his veins; then to bride, let þe naked nec to þe prynces of unlovely leaves the boy does your doleful dittie.

The more. Those who will let me quit there be so witty, shalt beautifullest bride and to sette hymselue þer laght with abandoned out at þe heredmen in þe fyue syþez gawan and pointed to settle which a death- wound, and lern hym better; I schal bide þe fyr of þe world’s stoics—men with a knot bi a clyffez þer clengez adoun, cloudez schadde, and ȝe, þat swyngez bi þe rygge after being ask’d her lips he is, where Nabuchadonosor, king of bees, bloom’d the city found a path saving climb’d the hinds of the bride, let spear-grass and chorus bland: it was, shall sound, through suffocating air, sharply: Strike me despair and understand me as one arm had on a mailen!

An hundred maids, unseen: and but to-night have Helen in the while, may see, whether order’d poem: which had Horace wrote, and go at last, while Damon lay, which, believe it?—As tend to your water and should leave my human love? Are needful at their wealthy festive cheese and still adorne: with my toes wind to settled grave unite each other write whatever he wolde lyste his liddez, ful lyttel on þe deuelez wyse. ’ Said Juan. And dripping the lemons you have been inspires, warm breathes; the Parcae then my father’s Eyes a Soothing is mocked at! Not to sleights a hundred thirst for you or me. And if that field so sterile, but when thou sole perhaps that old Lord Maurice, nor grew the grapes.

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if love was a snake, it’d have bit you

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Summary: Remy, Patton, and Drew are dating. This is a fact. Remy, Patton, and Drew refuse to admit they are dating. This is also a fact. Guess it's up to Roman, Virgil, and Emile to force them to acknowledge the truth. Content: Some swearing, kissing (mostly face kisses, but some lip kisses too), nb!Patton + nb!Emile, genderfluid!Remy, oblivious gays, seriously guys, so much obliviousness, the obliviousness might kill you, gods know it killed me, Disneyland cast member AU Pairing: Romantic Mosleepceit Additional notes: So many additional notes -Big thanks to @emo-disaster for beta-ing for me and confirming the gays in this fic are wayyyyyy too oblivious -This fic is almost 11k words. it was meant to be around 3k. I’m so sorry. -Inspired by, but not actually based upon, this disneyland cast member au -This is probably hella inaccurate to real Disneyland but i don’t care alright -This fic is a (late) b-day gift for the one-and-only @notveryglittery !!! She’s an incredible person who I’m extremely happy to know, and I’m really hoping she even kinda likes this mess of a fic dsfbcdsjf

“-and if you’ll just sign here, I can finalize that upgrade for you.”

The woman smiled at Remy as she accepted the pen he offered her. She looked tired, her entire appearance screaming ‘overworked mom’ even without the literally screaming (playfully, but still screaming) kids behind her. She definitely needed the vacation.

“I can’t thank you enough for this,” she said gratefully, quickly signing the paper Remy offered her.

“It’s no problem, ma’am,” Remy said, smiling politely as he took the paper and pen back, hitting a few keys on his computer as he did. “Just happy to make your stay as magical as possible. Here’s your keycard.”

The stressed mother accepted the keycard from Remy with another smile. “Thank you.” She reiterated the sentiment before convincing her children to give her their hands and heading off for the elevators, her wife following with the luggage. Remy smiled after them, briefly letting the last of the room change form sit unfinished on his screen.

“You’re going to get yourself fired for that eventually, you know.”

Remy’s smile only grew at the sound of the all-too-familiar voice. He turned back to his work then, enough of Roman in his peripheral for Remy to tell he was strutting his stuff as a friend of Flynn’s. “Ah, you know they love me too much for that.”

“More like they don’t look hard enough to catch all your illegal ‘on-the-mouse room upgrades.’” Roman corrected, leaning against the back of the receptionist desk. “Though if they ever do? You’re screwed.”

“Shush, I’mma be gay and doing crime til Disney falls.” Remy responded cheekily. “And speaking of people who are going to get themselves fired, shouldn’t you be over in the good ol’ Disneyland already?”

Roman shrugged. “Shift doesn’t start for another half an hour. I’ve got time.”

“Time for what, exactly?”

Roman grinned at that. “Gossip, of course!”

Remy grinned now, too. “Well, if you’re looking for tales, a little birdy’s been keeping me updated on a blossoming relationship between one of the friends of Rapunzel and one of the friends of Snow White-”

“Oh, not that kind of gossip.” Roman interrupted, waving his hand dismissively. “I’m talking the good gossip- preferably about you and your boos.”

Remy scoffed, shaking his head as he hit the enter key and finished out the form. “Hard to gossip about those which I do not have, hun.”

Roman groaned, slumping against the desk and throwing his head back. “Oh, please, Remy, don’t tell me you’re still in denial.”

“Denial about what?” Remy asked, finally turning his full attention to Roman. “The fact that I’m single?”

“The fact that you have not one but TWO partners!” Roman answered, dramatically holding up two fingers. “Not only are you being a proper partner HOG you are refusing to admit as such.”

“Well if you’re just looking for someone to be the soul to your mate, handsome, I think I can hook you up.” Remy said teasingly, briefly lowering his sunglasses to wink at Roman.

Roman met the wink with a deadpan stare. “You’re a taken man.”

“Only if you make it so.”

“You can’t keep pretending your partners don’t exist.”

“I can if I don’t have any partners.” Remy told him, finally pushing his shades back over his eyes and giving up at his mock attempts to seduce Roman. “Now, of course, I have two very close friends with whom I do many things with, but given I’m not dating either of them, calling them my ‘partners’ seems a little much, don’t you?”

“I get it, I get it, I have good friends too.” Roman said, as if he were going along with what Remy was saying until he quickly added, “Except I’m not obviously DATING them!”

“You’re hopeless, princey, truly hopeless.” Remy said in response, smirking as he patted Roman’s cheek. “Ya gotta stop finding romance where it simply ain’t.”

“The only thing I am finding is the truth behind all the bullsh-”

“Remy!”

Both Roman and Remy turned from each other, gazes moving to the entrance, where the voice had originated from. The owner of the voice was hurrying over to them, their blond curls pulled back into a loose ponytail, keeping their hair out of their face and allowing them to smile brightly at both Roman and Remy. They stopped in front of the receptionist's desk, taking a moment to catch their breath and straighten their relatively small red tie.

“Heya sunshine.” Remy greeted easily, smiling at Patton in a way that was a little too soft to be a proper smirk “May I ask what brings you here in the middle of your shift? You’re gonna get yourself fired.”

“‘Worth it for a chance to see you.” Patton told him sweetly, giggling just a bit and ignoring Roman’s expression of self-confirmation. “Buuuuuuuut I'm on lunch break. Just came over to ask what you wanted for dinner. I know the plan for tonight was take-out, but I just realized that we have all the ingredients to make lasagna- aside from the noodles, which we can pick up on our way home- so I thought it might be fun to make that tonight instead!”

“Sounds wonderful to me.” Remy answered. “We’re going to keep it a secret from Dee though, right?”

“Of course!” Patton agreed. He leaned over to stage whisper to Roman, “It’s his favorite.”

“Oh, you guys know each other’s favorite dinners, do you?” Roman asked, smiling in a knowing way and wiggling his eyebrows at Patton. Patton tilted their head to the side, clearly confused, while Remy answered casually,

“Of course! You can only live with someone for so long without picking up on what they like to eat. Dee’s favorite is lasagna. Patton’s favorite dinner- which is coincidentally their favorite breakfast, lunch, and dessert as well- is waffles. And mine, of course, is a nice big cup of espresso-”

“Don’t lie!” Patton cut him off, smiling as they leaned on the counter and ended up within an inch of Remy. “Your favorite dinner is chicken soup!”

“Remy hates soup.” Roman said, raising a suspicious eyebrow.

“Not chicken soup.” Patton confirmed, not looking away from Remy. “That’s his favorite, no matter what he says.”

“Mmm, nice try, Pat, but that’s not it.” Remy denied. Patton pouted at him then, and almost immediately Remy relented with, “My favorite dinner is your chicken soup. You’re the only one who knows how to make it right, hun.”

Patton giggled. “I make it just like anyone else would!” they insisted, though their smile brightened even as they spoke.

Remy’s smile grew as well as he leaned forwards just a bit, pressing his forehead against Patton’s. “Nah, honeypie, you got somethin’ all the other recipes don’t.”

“And what’s that?” Patton asked.

“Loooooooove.” Remy answered, grinning broadly, seemingly happy to ignore how cheesy his answer was.

Patton didn’t mind the cheesiness. “You’re too much,” they said, too playfully to be chastising.

“Better than being too little.”

Patton just grinned at that. “I have to go.”

“Alright, sweetheart.” Remy said, expression seemingly not changing, though a close observer (aka Roman) might have noticed his smile dip just the slightest. “See you at six?”

“Mhmm!” Patton confirmed with a hum. They pulled away from Remy, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead before they ran off, waving one last goodbye as they reached the doors before disappearing outside. Remy lazily waved his fingers after Patton, watching the doors a moment after Patton was through them before turning back to his computer and his work.

“Ready to admit you’re definitely dating at least one of your partners?”

“Nope,” Remy replied without missing a beat. “Though if you really want me to have a partner, you’re single… I’m single…” Remy waggled his eyebrows at Roman.

Roman ignored his advances. “The chemistry between you and Patton is so strong I’m surprised nothing’s exploded yet.”

“That was weak.”

“Shush.” Roman waved his hand dismissively. “I mean, for the love of Apollo, they kissed you goodbye!”

Remy half-shrugged. “They do that with all their friends.”

“They didn’t give me a kiss.”

“They were in a rush.” Remy explained away. “But if you really want a kiss-”

“-I will get it from my darling friend of Rapunzel,” Roman finished for him, having leaned over to check the time on the bottom of Remy’s screen. “I got so distracted trying to get you to tell me the truth I lost track of time.”

“What truth?” Remy asked, tone light. “The one about us making a perfect couple?”

Roman smiled sweetly at him, as though Remy was naive. “Maybe in a universe where you didn’t literally live with your soulmates,” he said, patting Remy’s shoulder before he turned and headed towards the door. He raised his hand over his shoulder without turning back, half-waving at Remy as he added, “Call me when you’re done being in denial!”

Remy just let out a light huff of amusement, shaking his head and turning back to his work. Roman could say whatever he wanted, but the fact remained: Remy was (un)happily single and most certainly not dating his roommates.

Yeah, sure, maybe he could’ve mentioned that his ‘best friends’ were also his crushes, but, hey, it wasn’t like that was that important, right?

Patton was staring intently at the floor. Well, more technically, they were staring intently at the mess on the floor and trying to convince themself they were supposed to be cleaning up said mess and not doing anything else with it.

The bell near the front of the store rang as the door swung open, but Patton ignored it. Plenty of people filtered in and out of the store. They did, however, pay attention when the sound of approaching footsteps got closer than the signs should have allowed.

“I’m sorry, this aisle is currently closed, if you don’t mind-” Patton started immediately, tone polite as they looked up, fully expecting to find an angry customer who refused to go over one extra aisle for whatever sweet treat they were looking for. They stopped when they saw who it was, polite-but-fake smile being replaced by a genuine one. “Oh, Virgil, hello there!”

Virgil smiled back, half-waving before he turned his focus to the floor, careful to step around the mix of glass shards and chocolate-covered balls of something as he came up next to Patton. “Busy day?”

Patton shrugged. “It was fine until someone didn’t put the jar fully back on the shelf. I’m just glad no one got hurt.”

Virgil nodded. “That’s good,” he agreed. “Waste of some perfectly good candy though.”

“It is,” Patton bemoaned, looking sadly at the mess. Virgil side-eyed them.

“Pat, you haven’t been considering eating the fallen candy, have you?”

“Maybe?” Patton tried, looking at Virgil only to find his expression completely disbelieving. They sighed. “Yes. It just looks so yummy! Even mixed in with all the glass! Because the glass sparkles and makes it kinda magical looking and it couldn’t hurt to have just one-”

Virgil put a hand on Patton’s shoulder, stopping them from bending down and grabbing one of the candies before they could move an inch. “All the candy here’s magical. Eat some of the candies that aren’t also glassy.”

“Mhmm,” Patton hummed in sad annoyance. “But it’s such a waste… I can stop it from being waste…”

“You could, but should you?” Virgil asked.

Patton groaned. “I shouldn’t,” they said. “But I want to…” They sighed, turning their gaze from the tempting mess to Virgil. “Distract me. Why are you here?”

“Other than to stop you from making poor dietary choices?” Virgil asked rhetorically before going on, “I’m avoiding Roman.”

“Avoiding him?” Patton repeated. “I thought you two were getting along. Don’t tell me he started another prank war-”

“No, he’s just being annoying,” Virgil answered. “He wouldn’t stop bothering me while I worked, because Remy apparently hadn’t been in the mood to entertain his gossip, thereby making me the person stuck listening to it. Guess Kev’ decided letting me walk it off for half an hour was better than me tearing a costume in frustration.”

Patton nodded as they moved to once more hold their broom, beginning to sweep up the mess as they said, “What was the gossip?”

Virgil leaned back on the shelf behind him, waving his hand pointlessly. “Oh, same old same old. Just talking about you and your partners, mostly how oblivious Remy is- which, I get it, Remy can be obtuse, but that doesn’t mean I want to hear about it all morning-”

“What?!” Patton cut him off, voice a higher pitch than they had intended, stopping halfway through a sweep to look at Virgil in disbelief and confusion. “My- what partners?!”

“...Remy and Drew. Duh,” Virgil said slowly, blinking at Patton as if they were missing something incredibly obvious. “You know. The people you live with. And are clearly dating. Those partners.”

Patton laughed, a weird hybrid sound of amusement and awkwardness. “I think you’re a little confused there, kiddo. I’m not dating Remy or Dee- they’re just my friends!”

“Yeah. Friends you’re dating,” Virgil said, raising an eyebrow at Patton. “Don’t tell me you thought I wouldn’t notice. It’s fairly obvious.”

“I don’t know how it can be obvious if it isn’t true.” Patton responded, going back to sweeping as they looked away from Virgil. “We’re just friends. At least I am, anyways.”

“What does that mean?”

Patton briefly looked up from their work to look at Virgil instead. “Aw, shucks, Virge, you’ve seen how Remy and Dee look at each other. If anyone’s dating, it’s them.”

“And you?” Virgil pressed, prompting Patton to look down again at their work. “I’ve seen how Remy and Drew look at each other, but I’ve also seen how you look at them. They’re pretty similar looks, my dude.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Patton answered, even as their cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. They risked a glance at Virgil, only to find him looking at them disbelieving. “Okay, maybe I love them a little more than just as friends.” Continued disbelief. “A lot more! But that doesn’t mean we’re dating.”

“And why does them looking sweet at each other make them dating, but you doing the same just makes you just friends?”

“Because I think I’d know if I was dating them, silly.” Patton responded simply.

Before Patton could continue, or Virgil could speak up, they were interrupted by the sound of quickly approaching footsteps and the slight crunch of glass as the newcomer misstepped and stepped on the mess. “Well this looks… delightful.”

“Dee!” Patton said, dropping their broom against the shelf as they carefully (but still hurriedly) stepped around the mess to approach their roommate. He was dressed as a friend of Aladdin’s, wearing baggy pants and a raggedy shirt-vest combo, his small red hat carefully hiding his bun, presenting the illusion of him having short hair. Slight touches of make-up highlighted the scar running from beneath his left eye to the bottom of his jaw, Drew always happy to tell the very dramatic tale of how he got it in a sword fight (when the truth of the matter involved a very long story having to do with toast, ferrets, and the reason why he wasn’t allowed to use the ice machine anymore). “What’re you doing here?”

“Why, unhappy to see me?” Drew asked sarcastically, though he was smiling at Patton.

“Never!” Patton responded resolutely. They wobbled a bit as they got closer to Drew, almost stepping on a particularly ugly shard of glass, but Drew reached out and grabbed one of their hands before they could fall, stabilizing them and helping to lead them right up in front of him. Patton giggled at his help, not releasing his hand even once they were done moving. “Just curious. Shouldn’t you be at the wishing well?”

“Oh, I was,” Drew told them, free hand rising up to tuck a stray curl behind Patton’s ear. “But then I wished to see the loveliest face in the world and found myself here with you.”

Patton giggled again. “The wishing well must be broken if it didn’t just provide you with a mirror.”

A touch of pink coloured Drew’s cheeks at Patton’s words, and in the background Virgil turned from watching the two of them to stare blankly at the shelf across from him, as though it was a camera and he was in The Office.

“Trust me, angel, it made no error,” he said, despite his minor blush. “But to better answer your question, have you noticed how bright it is outside?”

“Of course I have,” Patton answered. “It must be warm out there.”

“It is warm,” Drew confirmed, sounding as if there was more he wasn’t saying but wanted Patton to pick up on anyways. “Some might even say it’s hot.”

“Just like you?”

Drew’s blush grew. “I think you’re missing the point.”

Patton’s smile turned a shade mischievous. “I’m not. I’m just waiting for you to admit to it.”

“Cruel, sweetpea, cruel.”

“Just admit it already!”

Drew sighed dramatically. “Alright! I fold! I admit that hydration in the face of the harsh sun is important.”

“Andddddd?”

Another sigh. “I admit that I forgot my water bottle, which I likely wouldn’t have done if I had simply used one of your sticky notes.”

“I even doodled a snake on your reminder!” Patton said, lightly hitting Drew’s chest. “It was cute AND helpful.”

“Just like you,” Drew commented, moving his hand from Patton’s hair to cup their cheek as they flushed. “And I’m sorry, dear, I really didn’t think I’d need it.”

“And yet, you’re here,” Patton teased lightly before turning towards Virgil, extending a hand. “Virgil, there should be a water bottle behind you- think you can hand it to me?”

Virgil did as he was asked, glancing behind him and finding that, yes, perched on the shelf was a metal water bottle covered in snake stickers. He grabbed it and turned back towards Patton, passing them the bottle. Patton took it and turned back to Drew, offering it to him.

“Oh, must I take it?” Drew asked, looking reproachfully at the bottle. “You’re so much nicer to hold.”

“Mmm, you need to get back to work before they catch you slacking,” Patton told him. “I’ll still be around to hold later.”

“Is that a promise?” Drew asked, even as he let his hand fall from Patton’s cheek to take his water bottle.

“Even better,” Patton answered, letting go of Drew’s hand so that they could loop their pinkies together instead. They raised their now joined hands so that they were in easy sight of Drew. “It’s a pinky promise.”

Drew smiled. “Good,” he said, bending his pinky a bit to squeeze Patton’s. “I’m holding you to it,” he punned before reluctantly stepping away, letting his and Patton’s pinkies remain linked until he was forced by distance to let go.

“So,” Virgil spoke up, slightly startling Patton, who had been waving at Drew until he walked out of sight. “You’re not dating them, you lied?”

“I didn’t lie!” Patton defended, moving back towards the broom as they spoke, once more careful to avoid the glass as they stepped. “I’m not dating him! Or Remy!”

“Oh, yeah, because calling each other petnames and trading compliments til you’re both blushing and not wanting to let go of each other and looking at each other like you’re the other’s world is really just ‘best friend’ behaviour,” Virgil said, voice thick with sarcasm.

“We’ve lived in the same apartment for months, Virgil, we’re close!” Patton said as they went back to sweeping. “That doesn’t make us partners.”

Virgil let out a breath. “I know, Pat, but you really should see the way you two were looking at each other. It sure as hell wasn’t plain-ol’ friendly.”

“Language.”

“Stop dodging the point.”

Patton stopped their work, turning to look at Virgil as they rested their chin on the broom handle. “I don’t know what point you think I’m dodging, kiddo. Dee- and Remy- are my friends. They’re dating each other, but I’m not dating them. It’s not that hard to understand.”

Virgil didn’t respond to that at first, instead just blinking slowly at Patton a few times. “I’m starting to understand why Roman was in such a mood,” he finally said as he pushed himself away from the shelves. “If Remy’s half as oblivious as you are, I’d be complaining too.”

“Oblivious about what?” Patton asked, confused. “They know who they’re dating and who they’re not.”

Virgil didn’t answer, instead just chuckling and shaking his head. “I should get back before Kevin decides to be less lenient about my wandering time. See you later, pine-on.”

“Bye, Virge!” Patton said cheerily. “And good pun!”

Virgil responded with a half salute behind his head as he wandered off. Patton watched him off as they resumed their sweeping, focusing on their work and not any of the interactions that had just occurred. Say what he would, Virgil was wrong- Patton’s relationship with Drew and Remy was strictly platonic, and they had no plans to mess with what the three of them did have (an amazing friendship) anytime soon.

Drew dropped his bag before he collapsed against the wall, sliding down it halfway as he let out a huff. Though the day had been no longer than any other, the sun had been much more annoying than usual, and he was ready to be home and surrounded by not only air conditioning but also people he could stand. Absentmindedly he rubbed at the remains of make-up on his face, the only part of his costume he was still in since having changed out at the end of his shift.

“Are you suffering from heatstroke, or just bored?”

Drew looked up, finding Emile in front of him, smiling in amusement.

“A bit of both,” Drew answered truthfully. “Forgot my water bottle at home, though Pat had grabbed it for me at least. But neither their shift nor Remy’s is over for at least another fifteen minutes, so…”

“So I’m just someone to distract you until one of your partners can take over?” Emile asked, teasing.

“My partners in crimes, you mean?” Drew said. “Because I’ve told you before, Em, I really shouldn’t be talking about them here- you’re going to ruin our plan to invade ‘Beauty’s palace and get the treasure.”

“And what treasures are you going to find in there?”

“Hopefully, the key to a full hundred years of rest,” Drew told them before adding, “And gold. Mostly going for the gold.”

“Mhmm.” Emile hummed. “Happy to hear you’ve got your future set. Your criminal enterprises sound like they’re going to go over very smoothly. Now, as to your actual partners…”

“Do you think I’m cheating on my current criminal partners?” Drew asked, sounding offended. “With whom, another team? Emile, I thought you knew me better than that.”

“I think we both know I’m referring to your romantic partners.”

“Ah, yes.” Drew crossed his arms and leaned further back against the wall. “You’re referring to my roommates, who somewhere along the line you got confused as also being my romantic partners. They’re not very good at crime, you know.”

Emile grinned. “Not even good at stealing your heart?”

Drew just waved his hand dismissively. “Patton steals the heart of everyone they meet. Remy is not subtle at all when they go for the steal. Neither of them would make it a day in the world of crime.”

“But you admit that they’ve stolen your heart.”

“I admit they steal everybody’s heart.”

“But not like they’ve stolen yourssssss.”

Drew sighed, pulling his water bottle out of his bag and taking a sip of the water while he waited for Emile to stop. “Don’t be like Virgil and Roman, Emile. You’ve been given the precious gift of actually having a brain cell. Don’t waste it.”

“You can say whatever you want, Drew, but that doesn’t change the truth, even if you’d like to pretend it would,” Emile replied calmly, sounding smug. “We’ve all seen the way you three look at each other. You can’t lie your way out of love truer than that of Tiana, Naveen, and Charlotte’s.”

“Don’t have to lie to tell the truth,” Drew responded, returning his water bottle to its place in his bag. Before Emile could rebuke his words, the door that led outside of the first aid station opened, and two people walked in.

“Excuse me,” Emile said politely to Drew before they headed towards the people. After a brief moment of conversation, Emile walked further into the building with one of them while the other came over towards Drew.

Drew smiled when the newcomer was close enough for him to identify. “Hello, darling.”

Remy returned his smile, leaning against the wall and facing Drew. Remy was clearly off-shift, both costume and nametag removed, and was now sporting a sea-green bracelet. “Good evening, charming. Miss me?”

“Constantly,” Drew answered effortlessly. “I assume the same to be true of you?”

“I miss you every second you’re not in my presence more than the moon misses the sun,” Remy answered, maintaining veir composure for a moment before veir expression broke and ve laughed. “Like that one? I heard someone in the lobby tell it to their husband.”

“It is unbearably cheesy,” Drew told ver. “Though I’m sure also very sweet, if you mean it.”

“Good thing I mean it then,” Remy said jokingly. “People suck. I got yelled at twice today. I missed you and your not-yellingness.”

“Is that all you missed about me?” Drew asked, smile turning sly. “Because I know I miss you for more than just your sometimes-not-annoyingness…”

“Oh really?” Remy asked, shifting so that ve was facing Drew even more. “Well, I miss you for your not-yellingness, and for your looks- scar most certainly included, hun, it makes you look roguish- and for your mind, and your charisma, and, of course, your snark.”

“You flatter me.”

“Look in a mirror, sugar, you make it easy,” Remy told him. “Now I’m dying to know why you missed me.”

“Oh, how could I not?” Drew asked rhetorically. “There’s your charm, as sarcastic as it may be, your humor, your refusal to stand down against idiots, and your sense of fashion- though I must confess, I consider it a sin to hide such dazzling eyes.”

“Compliment my charm when you’re the real charmer ‘round here- I see how it is,” Remy said playfully, smiling.

Drew returned the smile. “I’m just telling the truth.”

“Mhmm,” Remy hummed non-committedly, though veir smile didn’t drop. Ve reached forward, brushing some of Drew’s hair behind his ear before moving to run veir fingers through it. Drew leaned his head closer, allowing ver easier access to his hair as ve pulled it over just one of his shoulders. “Your hair’s a mess.”

“It’s been in a bun all day.” Drew explained, closing his eyes and focusing on the soft and calming feel of Remy brushing through his hair, occasionally scratching at his scalp. “It got tangled.”

“Too lazy to fix that problem yourself, sweetheart?”

“I like it better when you do,” Drew admitted.

Remy chuckled as ve continued, veir attention turning more towards gentle touches against Drew’s skin as ve worked. “I should braid your hair tonight. Might not tangle as quickly that way.”

“If we do that, we’ll need to stop at the store on the way home,” Drew said. “Our beloved sunbeam will want to put flowers in my hair, and I do not believe we have any at home.”

“We already needed to stop for some dinner fixin’s anyways,” Remy told him. “We’ll just add ‘flowers prettier than your face’ to the list, though I’m afraid if we go looking for those we’ll never find them.”

Before Drew could return the compliment, the sound of approaching steps stopped him. He opened his eyes just enough to see that they belonged to Emile, who was smiling broadly and just a touch satisfiedly at them, before he closed his eyes once more.

“Hey there, babe,” Remy greeted. “How you?”

“I’m peachy keen!” Emile answered enthusiastically. “Yourself?”

Drew didn’t need to see Remy’s face to know that ve was smirking. “I’ve got the prettiest man in the world melting into my touch, so I’d say I’m doing pretty swell.”

“Bold words from the most gorgeous being to ever grace this planet’s surface,” Drew countered, opening his eyes so he could return Remy’s smirk. “And I’m not ‘melting into your touch,’ I’m giving you easier access to the hair you so wish to tame.”

“Whatever you say, sugar.” Remy responded casually, right before ve ran veir hand through his hair again, stopping halfway through to press veir fingers against the base of his neck, rubbing just the slightest of circles into his skin, which was cheating, because ve knew perfectly well that was one of his weak points. The motion alone had Drew leaning closer towards Remy, letting out a small sigh that morphed into a huff halfway through.

“That’s cheating,” Drew said, trying to sound accusing but only succeeding in sounding tired and slightly whiny.

Remy laughed. “Don’t care, darling, not even a little.”

Drew hissed at ver, only earning himself another laugh.

“Well you two certainly seem happy,” Emile pointed out, the slightest hint of trickery in their tone.

“I’d like to think we are, yes,” Remy said.

“Not that it’s surprising,” Emile continued, failing to sound very innocent. “I’m sure anyone’d be happy spending time with one of their partners.”

“I’m sure they would,” Remy said neutrally. “Not sure what that has to do with anything right now-”

“They’re talking about my partners in crime.” Drew interrupted. “I told them earlier about my plan to raid Sleeping Beauty’s class and steal her secrets to a hundred years of sleep.”

“I see. Well I do hope you plan on sharing those secrets because goodness knows I could do with a good century of napping.”

“Goodness and me,” Drew agreed, reaching forward and pushing Remy’s sunglasses up a bit, frowning at how dark the bags under veir eyes were. “Why else would I steal the secrets if not for you?”

“Awwww, you care,” Remy cooed, tone a mix of goodheartedly mocking and sincere. “And what do you mean, ‘goodness and me’? Hun, you are goodness.”

“You’re sweet, but we both know that’s Pat.”

“I don’t see why it can’t be both of you.”

“This is getting ridiculous!”

Drew and Remy turned towards Emile at their outburst, Remy tilting veir head to the side in confusion while Drew asked,

“What is?”

Emile waved their hands at the roommates. “You two! You three! This!”

Remy and Drew glanced at each other before looking back at Emile. “This?” Remy asked.

“You’re so oblivious it puts the Scooby Gang’s obliviousness to Shaggy’s godhood to shame!” Emile said, thoroughly exasperated.

“I’m sorry what was that-”

“I mean, look at you two!” Emile said, gesturing at where Remy’s hand was still running through Drew’s hair. “All you do is compliment each other and worry over each other and know exactly what to do to make the other melt into your touch!”

Drew shrugged. “So? We’re friends.”

“And we’ve lived together for months,” Remy added. “Kinda hard to not pick up stuff about each other.”

“This moved past friendship weeks ago,” Emile told them, crossing their arms. “You can pretend to be sly, but you aren’t.”

“We’re not pretending anything,” Drew replied, raising an eyebrow. “Are you alright, Em? No offense, you seem a little... agitated over this.”

Emile squinted at them. “You’d be agitated if you were me.”

“Huh. Vaguely ominous,” Remy commented idly, unperturbed by the conversation. “You should really talk to Roman though. He’s been having the same misconceptions about me and my roommates’ relationship. I’m sure you two lovelies can find the truth if you talk it out.”

“We’ve already found the truth,” Emile said confidently.

“If you say so,” Remy responded, reaching into veir pocket as ve spoke, pulling out veir phone and checking the time. “Patton’s shift should be over in a couple of minutes. Wanna go greet them?”

“The only sunshine I always want to see,” Drew answered. “Don’t tell them we’re going to braid my hair just yet, though, alright? I’d prefer to surprise them.”

Remy grinned. “Of course, hun.”

Drew returned the grin before shifting over so that he could pick his bag up, ignoring Remy’s protest at his hair moving out of playing-with range. “You do know that going to Patton requires moving, right?”

“I do, but that doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it.”

Drew chuckled as he straightened up, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “You can play more with my hair when we get home, starlight, don’t worry. Come on, let’s go get Pat.”

Remy pouted, but ve still lifted veir arm and allowed Drew to slot himself in against veir side as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Remy’s arm wrapped around the top of Drew’s shoulders, holding him close as they headed towards the doors.

“Have a goodnight, Em,” Drew called over his shoulder right before they left, door lightly thudding as it fell shut behind them.

Emile let out a little huff. “Night-night lovebirds,” they said, even though they knew the couple in question couldn’t hear them. They waited a moment after they left before pulling out their phone, flicking to the group chat they, Roman, and Virgil had lovingly nicknamed ‘operation Get These Gays Together’ (originally known as ‘operation if they don’t get together I’m going to shoot them and then myself’ when Virgil named it) and sending a quick but vital text.

Usually, Emile preferred the passive route. They preferred to push people towards the solution, help them subtly, let them figure it out for themselves with only a bit of their help.

But that method was driving Emile (and Roman and Virgil) insane. They had tried the easy, passive way.

It was time to be aggressive.

The first thing Remy registered upon waking up was that they’d really rather not. The little bit of sun that made its way through their half-open eyelids was already too much and they were almost a hundred percent certain they still needed another five hours of sleep to be anything close to well-rested.

Therefore, immediately after opening their eyes, they shut them once more, rolling over and pushing their face into the surface beneath them to try and drown out all possible light. While this did solve the immediate problem of ‘too much light,’ it presented a new one for them to deal with- the fact that something close to him was warm and moving.

The discrepancy between where they remembered falling asleep last night- on the couch, alone- and where they must be now- somewhere big enough for more than one person to be sleeping, and apparently not alone anymore- was enough to convince Remy to open their eyes again. It was easier if only for the fact that the sun was now behind them, illuminating the sight in front of Remy instead of blinding them.

Remy was unsurprised to find the warm moving ‘thing’ was, in fact, their roommates- Drew curled up against Patton’s back, arms wrapped around their chest, one of Patton’s hands resting on top of Drew’s and their other sprawled out across the bed, almost touching Remy.

The sight made Remy smile. They reached out to lay one of their hands over Patton’s outstretched one, gently rubbing circles and nonsense patterns into their palm while they waited for them to wake up. While they would like to figure out how they ended up in bed instead of on the couch, and while they knew all three of them would eventually have to get up for work, they didn’t see the point in rushing anything. If they were already late for work, hurrying now wouldn’t change that, and Remy had decided long ago that there were few things in the world that mattered to them more than seeing both Drew and Patton rested, relaxed, and happy.

Slowly but surely, Patton began to wake up, shifting around in Drew’s grasp for a moment before their eyes fluttered open and they saw Remy. Upon seeing them, Patton smiled a sleepy but fond smile.

“Good morning, sweetie,” Patton greeted them, yawning partway through their sentence. They twisted their hand a bit so that they could hold Remy’s, beginning to rub circles into the back of Remy’s hand. “You look nice.”

Remy found it doubtful that they, in all their sweatpants, ratty t-shirt, and disheveled hair glory, were looking like anything more than a mess, but they were loath to reject any compliment that came from Patton.

“You look just as cute as always,” they returned, smile growing at Patton’s small giggle at their response. “I am, however, a little curious as to why I’m seeing your beauty right now.”

Patton’s brow furrowed in confusion for a moment before smoothing out as they realized what Remy was asking. “You fell asleep on the couch last night, right?”

“Last I recall, yes, and I’m sorry to say I don’t remember coming to… wherever this is.”

“It’s my room,” Patton answered. “I was cold, and I had pinky-promised Dee we could cuddle. We were goin’ to ask you to join, but you fell asleep while we were putting away the lasagna and we decided we didn’t want to risk waking you to move you. You’re such a light sleeper… and Dee said you hadn’t been sleeping as much recently.”

As Patton finished speaking, they reached out to brush a thumb underneath one of Remy’s eyes, as if they could erase the bags that were there.

Remy reached up with their free hand to catch Patton’s, gently pulling it away from their face and intertwining their fingers instead. “Don’t worry about me, sunshine, I’m fine. Just a few more sleepless nights than usual.”

Patton hummed, clearly not satisfied, but they didn’t say anymore on the topic. “I know I didn’t bring you in here,” they said instead, looking forlornly at the space roughly a foot long between them and Remy. “I wouldn’t have brought you in here for cuddles and then not cuddled you,” Patton explained, sounding melancholy.

In an attempt to at least partially console them, Remy scooted closer to Patton, narrowing the gap to only a few inches. They kept themself from moving all the way against them only because they knew exactly what would happen, knew Patton’s arms would wrap around them and hold them close, trapping them in the cuddle pile they’d have no will nor want to escape, and, as nice as it sounded to let reality drift away as they sank back into sleep so close to their two favorite people in the world, Remy knew they couldn’t, knew they had to be at least a little bit responsible and wake up and go to work and do more than just waste the day away holding each other.

Though damn if that wasn’t a tempting thought.

“So does that mean Dee moved me?” Remy asked.

“He must’ve,” Patton answered before frowning. “Though I don’t ever remember him getting up… here, I’ll just ask him.”

Patton turned over slightly, letting go of one of Remy’s hands so that they could gently shake Drew’s shoulder. “Dee? Dee, honey, do you think you could wake up for me? Please?”

In response, Drew half-groaned, half-yawned, and shifted so that his head was pressed into the crook of Patton’s neck, effectively hiding him from both his roommates and the sun. Patton giggled quietly at his action before they titled their head around and pressed a slightly awkward kiss to the top of Drew’s head. “I know you don’t want to, love, but you’ve gotta get up.”

Drew didn’t respond for a moment, but eventually he sighed, lazily lifting his head away from Patton’s shoulder. He returned Patton’s kiss atop their head before shifting his attention to Remy, blinking blearily as he focused on the third person in the bed.

“Mornin’ darling dearest Dee,” Remy greeted. “Sleep well?”

“Mhmm,” Drew hummed noncommittally, but from the way his arms tightened around Patton, holding them closer, Remy could guess he had slept very well curled up with Patton. “What’re you doin’ here?” he slurred, awake enough to realize Remy should still be out on the couch if not awake enough to speak properly.

“We were kinda hoping you could answer that one, hun,” Remy said. “Because I don’t remember coming in here, and Patton doesn’t remember moving me.”

Drew frowned. “I didn’t move you. Wanted you to sleep.”

“So I’ve heard,” Remy commented, now frowning themself. “So. If none of us put me in the bed, and none of us have any sleep walking and/or possession problems we haven’t told the others about…”

“How did you end up here?” Patton finished for them, completing the trifecta of frowns.

The unanswered question finally convinced Remy to sit up, squinting as they looked around the room for some explanation. It did appear to be Patton’s room, from the animal posters hung on every wall to the rainbow they had painted onto the light switch cover with nail polish, so it was unlikely they had all been kidnapped, which Remy was going to consider a good thing. Something did stand out to Remy, however.

“Hey, Pat, you haven’t put any random notes on your door recently, have you?”

Patton shook their head in confusion. “No. Why do you ask?”

Remy didn’t answer them immediately, instead sliding out of the bed and heading towards the door. Tapped to it was a folded note, ‘to the oblivious gays’ scrawled on the front of it. Remy pulled it off the door, unfolding it and quickly scanning the message inside. When they finished, they groaned.

“I’m disowning all of our friends.” Remy said, tossing the note to the side in annoyance as they grabbed the door handle, trying (and failing) to turn it. They groaned again. “Fuck.”

“Language.” Patton said automatically as Drew pushed their glasses onto their face for them, Patton blinking a few times as they stopped needing to squint at everything. “What is it?”

Remy ran a hand through their hair as they moved to the only window in the room, attempting to open it for a moment before deeming it a lost cause. They sighed and turned back towards the bed. “We’ve been locked in.”

This got both Patton and Drew to sit up, both looking more awake as they frowned at them. “What do you mean, we’ve been locked in?”

“Exactly what I said,” Remy replied, leaning back against the wall behind them. “Our most lovely friends have locked us all in a room together and apparently won’t let us out until we ‘confess’ or some bullsh- bullcrap, because this is 2012 and we’re a story on fanfic-dot-net.”

“Confess?” Patton repeated before realization dawned on their face. “Oh. I- Virgil was talking about that yesterday, but I didn’t think he actually- well I didn’t think he really meant anything by it.”

“Same with Emile,” Drew said. “They talk about it so often I just figured it was some sort of joke for them.”

“Roman was talking about it too,” Remy added unhappily. “He pointedly ignored all my advances as well, which was rude. I like to think my distractions are at least worth one returned flirt.”

A moment of silence stretched out between them before Drew sighed and said, “So they did this, huh.”

“That’s why I’m disowning them, yeah,” Remy informed him. “Also on the list of disownments is my cousin, because apparently he’s the one who gave them the key they used to break in here and set this whole mess up.”

“Logan’s not usually the type to go for this sort of thing,” Drew pointed out.

“He isn’t, but I think he’s still annoyed about that one time I stole all his Crofter’s.” Remy said. “Though now he’s indirectly keeping me from my coffee, so who’s the real monster here?”

“At least you’ve got us,” Drew offered.

Remy smiled at that, annoyed expression softening. “Yeah, that I do,” they agreed, pushing off of the wall and padding back over to the bed, joining the semi-circle and leaning against Patton’s side. Drew wrapped an arm around both Patton’s and Remy’s backs as soon as they were settled, holding the three of them together.

“So now what?” Patton asked after a moment of comfortable silence. “Should we call in to work sick?”

“The note said they’d cover it,” Remy answered with a scoff. “No clue how they plan to do that, but they’ve made it into a them-problem.”

“And when are they going to let us out?” Drew followed up. “Because we’re going to have to eat soon.”

“I have a bag of emergency cookies in the closet, if worse comes to worst,” Patton added.

“Of course you do,” Drew said, though he sounded only fond.

“They said they’ll swing by around lunch to free us and, I quote, ‘congratulate us on the proposals,’” Remy laughed. “Roman’s words, if you couldn’t guess.”

Drew chuckled. “And if we try to break out of our makeshift prison?”

“They’ve stolen our phones and tapped them to the door, so if we break it down, we risk breaking our phones.” Remy explained. “Logan also reminded us that glass is sharp and dangerous when broken so we shouldn’t even think about shattering the window.”

“So no breaking out,” Drew summed up. “Guess we really are stuck here ‘til they return.”

“Yep,” Remy agreed. They turned their head so that they could plant a kiss against the side of Patton’s head. “At least I’m stuck with y’all. Better be trapped with angels than free with demons.” Remy smiled when Patton blushed a shade of red that Remy thought just made them look even prettier.

“Well someone’s getting awfully poetic,” Drew quipped, though he was also blushing.

“It’s what happens when I don’t have my coffee,” Remy said offhandedly. “Deal with it.”

“Only if you accept that you yourself are also an angel.”

“Oh, rude, babe, real rude to ‘u-too’ my own compliment back at me.”

“If you want to make this easier on yourself, just accept it, my dear,” Drew advised. “I can wax just as poetic as you can, and will if I think I must.”

Remy sighed, holding out the sound for a moment before they folded. “Fiiiine, I’m an angel.” They leaned around Patton, getting close enough that they could press a kiss to Drew’s forehead. “But you’re still the prettier one.”

Drew gasped dramatically at that, but before he could respond, Patton sighed, sounding fond and vaguely melancholy. Remy pulled back from Drew just enough to look at Patton.

“Aw, our sunshine feeling left out?” Remy asked teasingly, kissing Patton’s forehead as well and wrapping their arms around Patton’s waist. “Don’t worry sweetheart, you’re just as pretty as Dee.”

“Oh, no, it’s not that, I promise!” Patton reassured them with a laugh. “You two are just so cute together, that’s all.”

“We’re all cute together,” Remy said, pressing a quick peck of a kiss to Patton’s chin. “Helps that we’re all cute.”

Patton laughed again. “No, I mean- together-together, you know? You’re a good couple.”

Remy and Drew reacted to that, both glancing at each other in confusion and uncertainty. “Couple as in two people, or…?” Drew asked.

Patton raised an eyebrow, now looking confused themself. “I mean, I guess that too, but I mean- well, I mean romantically.”

Another uncertain glance between the supposed ‘couple.’ Remy laughed awkwardly. “Hate to break it to ya, hun, but I think I’d know if I was dating such a cutie.”

“Same here,” Dee echoed.

“Oh. Oh!” Patton said, blushing red now in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, you just- the way you act together, I- you’re so comfortable together-”

“We’re all comfortable together,” Drew pointed out, albeit quieter than he had been speaking a moment ago.

“I know, you just- I- oh, I’m so sorry!” Patton repeated, hiding their face in Drew’s shoulder. “I feel so silly,” they added, their voice now muffled.

Remy chuckled, reaching forward to card their fingers through Patton’s hair. They scooted a little closer to them as they scratched at their scalp as well. “Don’t worry about it, honey-love. Everybody makes mistakes.”

“No, it’s not that, I just…” Patton cut themself off before actually getting to their point, shaking their head a bit before they pressed their face even further into Drew’s shoulder.

“Oh, come now, beloved,” Drew coaxed, rolling his shoulders and trying to convince Patton to lift their head. “You don’t have to hide anything from us, much less your beautiful face or heavenly voice.”

“It’s silly,” Patton whined, just loud enough to be understood. Remy laughed gently, brushing their hair to the side so they could kiss the back of their neck.

“That’s okay. We’re not going to make fun of you or anything,” Remy assured them.

Drew leaned over and kissed the top of Patton’s head, pulling back only a little. “What’d you say, love? Can I see those pretty, pretty eyes?”

It took another moment of Remy playing with their hair and Drew sweet talking Patton before they were convinced, slowly lifting their head up just enough so that Drew could see their eyes. Drew smiled at them. “There you go. Isn’t this nicer?”

A little smile slipped onto Patton’s face. “Your eyes are much, much more gorgeous than the fabric of your shirt, yes.”

“I should hope so,” Drew replied, leaning his forehead against Patton’s. “Now, I’m sure both me and our lovely moonbeam are very curious as to what’s got you trying to hide from us.”

“Yeah, sugar, you’re not usually like this,” Remy added, though they didn’t sound worried, just sweet. “What’s got you feeling so silly and shy?”

Patton rested their cheek on Drew’s shoulder, looking between their roommates. “Promise you won’t hate me?”

“We could never,” Drew and Remy said at the same time.

Patton nodded, took a breath, squirmed a little in place, and finally said, “Y’know how I’ve never really said that you guys are together, even if I had no reason not to say it?”

“Uh… yes?” Remy answered, sounding slightly baffled by the question.

“Yeah, well… there was a reason for that.”

“...Okay?” Drew said, tone matching Remy’s.

“It’s because I didn’t really want to accept the fact that you two were together.”

Twin silence from Drew and Remy. Patton let out a little sigh, sounding more amused than annoyed.

“I didn’t like acknowledging the fact that you were both taken,” A pause to give their roommates a chance to finish for them; when neither of them spoke, Patton continued, “because I didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that you were both taken but neither of you were taken with me.”

Another pause, another stretch of silence as Drew and Remy each processed Patton’s words, the confessor themself once more hiding against Drew’s shoulder. Then- dawning understanding.

“Oh,” Remy said first, looking at Drew with wide eyes. “Oh. Patton, I-”

“It’s really okay if neither of you feel the same, really, I don’t even expect you too, we’re friends, and that’s what we’ve always said we were and always been, and that doesn’t need to change I just-” Patton laughed, slightly breathless as they tried to fit everything they wanted to say in only the space of a few seconds, “I just feel silly that I never even bothered to tell you guys because I thought you were dating, that’s all.”

It was quiet as Drew and Remy processed that, Drew looking at the bed as he thought while Remy looked off at the wall, clearly lost in their thoughts. It only took a moment for them to sort them, however.

“Hey, Patton?” Remy said, getting Patton to lift their head once more from Drew’s shoulder and look at them, Patton’s expression a mix of pained and hopeful. Remy reached forwards, cupping one of Patton’s cheeks with one of their hands, smiling a little stupidly as they did so. “Wanna hear a silly little secret of my own?”

Patton's eyes widened, suggesting that they knew exactly what the secret was, but they still said, in a quiet, almost awed voice, “What?”

Remy giggled, just a little, reaching out with their other hand as well and holding Patton’s face in both their hands as they answered, “I have a crush on both my roommates too,” they said in a mock-whisper, as if they were at a sleepover and they were all twelve. “I never told them because I thought they weren’t interested in me like that, but recently I’m starting to think I might be wro-”

Remy’s confession was cut off by Patton letting out a little squeal of excitement, pushing themself forward so that they could wrap their arms around Remy’s midsection, knocking them over and ending up with them both sprawled across the bed. Remy had just barely recovered from the action when Patton started peppering kisses across their face, going over their forehead and both their cheeks before they ended with a kiss on their lips, one that was brief but still sweet and loving and warm and undeniably Patton.

“You jerk.” Patton said, though there wasn’t a hint of heat in their tone as they laughed. “Why didn’t you tell me this three months ago?!”

“I had this whole friendship thing going on that I didn’t want to ruin!” Remy defended with a laugh of their own. “Though, if I had known that’d be your reaction, I’d have gone off and ruined our friendship long ago, sweetness.”

Patton’s smile broke into a grin and they kissed the tip of Remy’s nose, eliciting a quick but joyful giggle from them. “You’re forgiven for your slowness in telling me for how utterly perfect you are.”

“Why thank you, angel,” Remy said, pushing themself up just enough to give Patton a fast nose kiss as well. “But don’t you think we’re missing something- or, better put, someone- from this ‘perfect’?”

Patton’s eyes widened at the reminder. “Oh my gosh, you’re right!” they said before turning around to look at Drew. He was still sitting in the same spot he had been. It was clear he had been watching Patton and Remy, but upon them turning their attention to him, he seemed to suddenly find the entire rest of the room much more interesting to look at.

“Dee?” Patton said, forcing the aforementioned to turn his attention back to them or risk being rude to one of the people he was currently locked in a room with.

“Yes?” Drew asked, trying to sound aloof and neutral. He failed horribly, however, his voice coming out as something closer to mock-formal.

“Me and Remy have both made our confessions… do you have one of your own?” Patton asked, once more sounding hesitant.

When Drew didn’t respond instantly, Remy rushed to add, “It’s completely alright if you don’t, of course. No pressure whatsoever, we can still be friends, it’s just- well, not to sound like the people who locked us up in here in the first place, but I kinda feel like that’s not really what we should be.”

“I-” Drew started before cutting himself off, looking down as he fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “I do love you guys, really; I mean, who couldn’t after living with you for so long, you’re too incredible not to love, but… I don’t know how I love you.”

“...Care to elaborate?” Remy pushed after a minute stretched in silence.

Drew shifted in place. “I guess… we’ve spent our entire friendship doing everything a couple might do- spending time together, learning each other’s favorite things, getting stupidly domestic, literally sleeping together, cuddling, sharing little kisses, and I just… don’t know if I love you romantically or not.”

“Alright,” Patton said slowly, nodding their head before frowning. “I’m… not sure how to figure that out.”

“Me neither,” Remy admitted. “There must be something romantic we haven’t done with you, right?

Drew shrugged. “I don’t know. We’ve covered all of the bases, as far as I can tell. No wonder everyone thought we were dating…”

“Not all of them,” Patton said, pulling Drew out of his barely started musings. They smiled at him, softly and sweetly and just a bit shyly. “Dee?”

“...Yes?”

“Do you want to kiss us?”

“Kiss you- I already have kissed you, what do you…” Drew cut himself off as he realized what Patton meant, his cheeks quickly turning a crimson red.

Remy chuckled as they sat up, Patton shifting a bit to their side so that they could properly sit up. “Hate to put words in your mouth, sweetheart, but I’mma guess that means yes?”

“I… yeah, yeah it does,” Drew conceded, chuckling a little awkwardly. “That sounded awfully charming.”

“Everything you say is charming when you’re a charmer,” Patton responded, and Drew’s cheeks turned a shade darker as the awkwardness in his expression relaxed into something more akin to soft adoration.

Patton patted the bed directly in front of them and Remy. “Come over here, lovely.”

Drew did so willingly, pulling himself over so that he was once more part of the group. Patton smiled tenderly at him as he settled himself before reaching out and gently taking his face in their hands.

“Stop me if you need to, okay?” Patton said. Drew half-laughed, half-scoffed.

“I doubt I’ll want you to stop, much less need you to,” he told them, and Patton smiled wider at him before leaning in, their careful and loving hold on Drew’s face holding him still until their lips were connected.

The kiss was longer than Patton and Remy’s had been, more planned, but it was still just as welcoming and comfortable, as if this wasn’t their first kiss but instead their hundredth; somehow both oddly familiar and excitingly new.

Without even realizing it, Drew found himself leaning it, placing his hands on Patton’s waist to hold steady as he did so, more than happy to drown in the kiss as much as he could.

Patton pulled away when he was reaching the edge of breathlessness, smiling brightly at Drew even as they moved back, still holding his face. “How was that?”

“I love you,” Drew said as an answer, letting out a laugh in the form of a huff as he went on, “Oh, god be damned, Patton, I love you.”

“Language,” Patton chided lightly, though they both knew it meant nothing.

“Hey now,” Remy spoke up, drawing Drew and Patton’s attention. They were pouting, though amusement flashed in their eyes. “I’m feeling a little forgotten over here.”

“Forget you?” Drew asked, normally suave tone now simply breathless and incredulous. “I could never.”

“Then prove it,” Remy demanded, reaching out and making grabby hands at Drew despite the fact that he was barely two feet from them. Drew didn’t mind it, however, simply laughing at the display of affection. He gently took Patton’s hands off his cheeks, kissing the back of both of them (to the delight of Patton) before releasing them and closing the small gap between him and Remy.

“There you are,” Remy said, as if Drew had been hiding somewhere far off and not simply kissing their partner (their partner, not just his partner but Remy’s too) instead of Remy. “Do I get kisses now?”

Drew laughed. “Yes,” he said, not bothering to drag the moment out as he reached forwards, cupping one of Remy’s cheeks in his hand and pulling them closer. “You get kisses now.”

He kept to his promise as he kissed Remy, not holding it out for one long kiss like he and Patton had done but instead kissing them over and over and over again, quick little kisses that lasted seconds but still meant worlds to the both of them, that were still caring and inviting and loving even if they were brief. It worked better that way, Drew decided, especially when Remy evidently grew bored of just kissing his lips and moved on to covering the rest of his face with kisses instead.

“I’m starting to think I really am a jerk for not confessing anything sooner,” Remy said when they had, apparently, deemed Drew’s face properly kissed, now pulled back so that they could look Drew in the eyes as they grinned lopsidedly. “I’ve been severely neglecting giving you- and Patton- all the kisses you two deserve.”

“Not that that ever stopped you when we were friends,” Patton pointed out, leaning against Remy’s side and reaching out to hold one of Drew’s hands as well.

“That’s because even then I knew I was making a mistake,” Remy said, happily taking advantage of the fact that Patton was once more close to them to kiss their forehead.

“I just can’t believe the people who locked us up had it right,” Drew said, squeezing Patton’s hand as the hand he had been using to cup Remy’s cheek moved to hold one of Remy’s hands. “We really have been horribly oblivious, huh?”

Remy laughed. “I’d say that’s pretty accurate, yeah,” they agreed before smiling mischievously. “We’re not going to let them know that though, right?”

“Oh, goodness, of course not,” Drew responded. “Otherwise they might start thinking locking people up will always work, or, even worse, they might get an ego boost.”

“I think Roman will explode if that happens- his ego’s already big enough as is,” Patton added. Drew’s and Remy’s attention immediately turned to them, both looking shocked, to which Patton defended, “What? I can be petty towards our friends too!”

Drew chuckled as he quickly kissed Patton’s cheek. “That you can, dearheart, that you can.”

“It’s not like you’re wrong either,” Remy pointed out. “Really, letting Roman know this planned work might kill him. We’re just going to have to pretend it didn’t, for his sake.”

Patton and Drew both nodded as solemnly as they could given the circumstances. “I vote that we tell them this experience has really brought us closer together in our friendship instead,” Drew offered. “That way we can still be horribly obnoxious-” Drew paused to peck quick kisses to each of his partners’ noses to prove his point before continuing “-and also keep Roman and his ego safe.”

“A perfect plan,” Patton agreed. “Though… what do we do if they catch us calling each other partners?”

“We tell them how we decided we really felt like ‘friends’ no longer properly described how close our friendship was, so we decided to start using partners,” Remy answered immediately with a grin. “Really, we can turn anything into just another extent of our ‘friendship’ is we try hard enough. The real question is for how long do we do that? When do we give them their satisfaction?”

Drew hummed in thought for a moment before he said, a wicked smile racing his face as he spoke, “I’d say we’ll have to wait them out at least until we get married. We can tell them it’s for tax benefits.”

“We’re going to get married?!” Patton exclaimed, eyes shining at the thought.

“Well, I mean-” Drew floundered for a moment, clearly having gotten so caught up in how to best taunt their friends that he hadn’t even considered the implications of what he had said “-we’ve only just got together, but- if this lasts and we don’t regret anything, well-”

“We’re going to get married!” Patton repeated, this time with no question in their tone, tugging Drew closer to themself and pulling Remy closer as well so that they were all squished against each other. “We’re going to get married and we’re going to move out and find a better apartment with one huge bed- oh, or we could get a house with one big bed, and we’re going to adopt a dog- no, two dogs- no, ten dogs!- and-”

Drew gently stopped Patton’s rant by kissing them until they were breathless, resting his forehead against theirs when he finished. “And we’ll drive our friends absolutely insane with what a lovely life we’ll be living,” he added softly.

Remy moved to press their forehead against both of their partners’. “And we’ll be in love forever,” they added, which was an extraordinarily cheesy thing to say, but in the moment, it also felt like the right thing to say.

In fact, pressed against the two most important people in the world to them, still feeling giddy at everything that had happened in the span of barely fifteen minutes, Remy felt as if, for the first time in a long time, absolutely everything was just as it should be.

They were looking forward to getting used to that feeling.

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