#twas searching very long

[ningadudexx]

MEOW MEOW kitty cat meow cat cat 🐱

[sitp-recs]

Hi Liv, I loved the hidden gem list that you did in the past. I discovered so many new authors thanks to you. I love going back to my all time favourite authors but I also love discovering new ones. Would you or any of your followers have any hidden gems recs ? Could be long or short fics. Thank youuuu

I’m so happy to hear that! The hidden gems series is very dear to my heart and probably my favorite project. I started a s2 back in 2022 and have a few lists saved in my drafts, maybe I will revisit them in the new year… we’ll see! I found some additional rec posts that might interest you here, here and here. I haven’t read much this year, but if you’re looking for new-ish works I’d highly recommend the fics below, and also my reclist for the h/c fest. I’m sure my followers have more recs. Enjoy! 💜

Train Song by @fw00shy (T, 1.2k)

"Imagine: An extended summer vacation," Ginny said when she first pitched the trip to the group. "Fine," Hermione said after only a moment's hesitation, to which everyone cheered, because everyone knew she was the only one who could figure out how to make the Hogwarts Express fly.

All I Think About by @skeptiquewrites (T, 4.5k)

Sometimes all it takes is one perfect late summer night in June.

mind the gap by @cavendishbutterfly (E, 5k) - MCD

The first time Draco died was by far the worst. Once Potter started living with him, it got better.

everything you should say by icarusinflight (E, 7.5k)

They're not friends. But when Draco offers help, Harry takes it.

Tarry, Tarry, Wait For Me by @toomuchplor (E, 8.5k)

"I can't ask it of you," Draco says, quick and awkward, "I just thought you should know, I thought you needed to know, but none of this is your fault."

Seasons by @greattemptation (E, 9k)

Seconds pass, and it’s like he can see Draco worrying the sliver of glass in his heart, looking for a way to press it out, to expose the wound to the sun. It’s life; Harry can be patient.

Necro-romance by @thehoneybeet (E, 9k)

The first time Draco kills Potter, it's by accident.

like a scratch on the roof of your mouth by @eleadore (E, 9k)

Two weeks into the new year, Draco Malfoy saves Ron's life in a spectacular fashion.

coyote ugly by @garagepaperback (E, 10k)

One night, every month, Harry is a coyote. Malfoy has a silver tooth. Sometimes, he cuts Harry’s hair.

draco malfoy's substitute murder service by @oknowkiss (E, 10k)

When Harry joins the Curse Breakers shortly after his twenty-fifth birthday, he’s surprised to find himself assigned to the Department of Creatures, Cryptids, and Associated Calamities.

When the Flood Comes by @academicdisasterfic (E, 10k)

Nine years on from the war, Auror Potter is upholding the Ministry of Magic's rule of law. Senior legal counsel Draco Malfoy is challenging it.

Wobble Week 2023 by @moonflower-rose (E, 12k)

Potter can't keep his hands off himself. Draco can't look away.

With Hands Full of Dusk by @corvuscrowned (E, 15k)

Harry thought he'd found what he was searching for after the war. But as the quiet life he's earned begins to unravel at the seams, he finds himself searching instead for an elusive, mythical creature found only in lore and legend - with none other than Draco Malfoy as his companion.

Rich Friend by @sorrybutblog (E, 18k)

As far as Harry can tell, Draco Malfoy is still rich as hell. He’s just not a wizard anymore. Featuring: Draco Malfoy trying to make it as a Muggle pop star, Harry Potter as our confused and horny hero, bad driving, good music, and the mysterious magic of falling for someone.

Waking Up Slow by @sweet-s0rr0w, @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (E, 22k)

'Twas the night before Christmas, although it’s July / Draco’s a shopkeeper, no-one knows why / There’s hiking and witch caves, freak snowfalls and more / Bad Christmas jumpers, nosy neighbours galore / Narcissa’s here too, but… something’s amiss / And what’s in those chocolates that’s making them kiss?

Sun Thief by BlackRose532, @floydig (E, 28k)

Or: Harry beats up a pimp and isn’t sorry about it, Draco deals black market potions, and they’re shagging. Again.

Truth to Materials by lately, @toomuchplor (E, 54k)

In which Harry learns to appreciate art and other pleasures of the flesh.

[auspicioustidings]

Ae Fond Kiss - Part 5

'Twas Past One O'Clock

Summary: You find a ghost in your house. Words: 2.2k

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6

T’was past one o’clock and you were ready for some alone time. By the time you got back to the house Simon and Joey would be off to the football and you could just chill out after delivering 250 iced biscuits for a wedding that had taken you all your sanity to get done in time. You knew the two of them would have left the house spotless for you. Simon insisted when he was home he handled the majority of the cleaning and Joey being the fantastic kid that he was always wanted to help.

You desperately needed to lie down. The morning had taken it out of you and you felt run down and a little nauseous from all the running around.

Maybe after you could finish off the album you had been working on for Joey’s birthday. It was all Johnny, the story of who he was and your relationship with him. The more time went on the less scared you got about telling your son about his dad. You couldn’t help but send a quick thought up to wherever Johnny was, a sheepish apology for waiting so long with a promise that you and Simon would make sure his son knew him.

It came as a surprise seeing Joey sitting on the front step rather than at the game. You were out of the car and rushing over when you saw the look on his face, like he had seen a ghost. 

“Are you ok? Are you hurt? Where’s dad?”

You were on your knees checking him over, frowning when you saw he had turned off his hearing aid and rapidly signing your questions instead. He only ever turned it off when he was upset and had very little hearing without it which always worried you. It was valid of him to want quiet when he was having big emotions and you never wanted to force him to keep it on if he didn’t want it, but as a mother you also wanted him to always be as safe as he possibly could be and that meant being able to listen for any danger.

“They were fighting. I don’t want to hear it anymore.”

“Who was fighting?”

“Dad.”

“Who was dad fighting with?”

“Dad.”

“What do you mean? Is dad ok?”

You felt your heart squeeze tight. It had been years since Simon had had a bad episode. He still had mild ones now and then, still had nightmares, but he hadn’t hurt himself or anyone else in such a long time. He worked as a trainer now, not spending much time away from home. That had happened 4 years ago when he was offered a promotion up to Captain and chose to instead come out of active duty. Eventually he had told you that it didn’t feel right being anything but a Lieutenant. He never had to say out loud that it was to do with Johnny, but you knew that’s what it came down to. If Johnny couldn’t call him Captain, then he’d stay as LT.

“Which dad? Because they’re both in there. Why didn’t you tell me?”

You searched Joey’s face. He was angry, sad, frustrated. It was in his expression and the way he signed. You tried to understand what he was telling you with your heart pounding and your mouth feeling painfully dry. You didn’t know what to do. Leaving Joey on the step was against your instincts, but now you were terrified for Simon. What on earth was going on? Was he ok?

You jumped when you heard a car door slam and turned to see a very serious looking John Price coming towards you.

“John? What’s going on?”

He looked from you to Joey to the house. 

“Is he here?”

You wanted to ask who he was talking about but Joey beat you to it. The kid was a pro at lip reading.

“He got here when we were about to leave. Punched dad, broke his glasses. I got told to wait outside for mum.”

You didn’t understand what was going on. Who punched Simon? It at least had to be someone he knew, more accurately someone he trusted. He would never have sent Joey to sit outside if not. If someone dangerous was in the house, Simon would have sent Joey straight to the pub down the street that Eyitayo ran. She was a veteran who had worked with Simon before and he trusted her to get you and Joey safe in the event of someone tracking him down. 

The fact that Joey was sat right here meant it wasn’t someone that was a danger to him. But also someone that would punch Simon. And someone that John knew was here. 

“I was going to tell you.”

You knew the look John was giving you. Guilt. It was a look you had become accustomed to from him, a look you got anytime the topic of your deceased husband came up. 

“Going to tell me what John? Who is inside my house?”

You knew. Who else could it be? You looked at John, waiting for him to say something, say anything that meant there was not a ghost in your house. Instead he looked shamed and in pain, knowing as well as you did by this point that your life was about to fall apart again. 

Perhaps a better mother would not have walked into the house and left her son sitting there. You were not better. You loved your son more than anything, but in that moment you felt dissociated from everything and everyone, the only sound the rush of blood pumping around your body which floated forward without your conscious effort. 

You saw Simon first. His glasses were broken, one lens a spiderweb of cracks and the frame warped but still valiantly clinging to him. There was dried blood at his nose, a streak from where he must have wiped it away. The beginnings of a black eye. But it was his eyes. You had loved this man for most of your adult life and you had never seen him look so broken. Not when he came home from a bad deployment needing you to take control. Not when the anniversary of Johnny’s death came and went with each passing year. Not when Joey screamed at him once that he didn’t need to listen to him because he wasn’t even his real dad (God he was so like Johnny with how his temper flared and he picked the most hurtful thing to say that he could before immediately regretting it).

The other man was sat on the sofa, head in hands. His hair was long. He looked older than he should be you thought. There was such a great tension in him that your disconnected body gave a sudden thrum between your legs, remembering what this man turned into when he came home from a bad deployment, angry and violent with nothing to turn it into but aggressive passion. But it was a wasted effort of your biology as your brain processed who was sitting in your living room and your stomach gave an almighty lurch, sending you with a stumble to the small toilet off the side of the living room to empty it.

There was swearing coming from the men. A rough hand brushed your hair away from your face while another rubbed your back. 

“Cap told me tae stay put but ye know me. Should’ve warned ye rather than scaring ye like this. I just… I couldnae wait bonnie. I just wanted tae see ye.”

He sounded like himself but not. His accent was a bit twisted now, something slightly wrong about the tone, something more Slavic now. But my God it was him. Older, harder, a little worse for wear, but it was your Johnny. Your John MacTavish. There was a hand on his face, fingers shakily tracing the changes. It took you a moment to realise it was your hand. He leaned into it, his eyes intense on yours. It had been a decade and this man still burned for you the way he had before he died. 

How you wished that he didn’t feel so strange despite it all. But then, who wouldn’t become a stranger after a decade apart?

“You… you died…”

“I’m so sorry. It wisnae supposed tae be so long. A few months, just tae make the world a safe place for our family.”

You couldn’t think properly. You felt so ill and so tired and it was overwhelming. You looked through the open doorway and tried to find Simon but even if he was there you weren’t sure you could get your vision to focus enough to tell. Your eyes were swimming you realised, tears blurring everything. 

“Did he know?”

“Aye.”

Your heart had barely broken before Johnny was making a choked sort of noise and pressing his forehead to yours.

“Fuck. He didnae know. Simon never knew. I shouldnae have said that, I just… you’re married to him.”

You didn’t think you would have survived if Simon knew this whole time. It was too severe a wound to ever hope for recovery. It was so like your Johnny, that knee jerk reaction when he was hurt that he immediately regretted. You were so unused to it now. Simon wasn’t like that, he was careful with what he said even when he was angry or hurt. Honestly you had wished sometimes he was a little more like Johnny because it made it hard to even tell that he was angry or hurt when he so rarely let it show. 

“You died. You died and I wanted to die with you.”

“I’m here now. It’s going tae be ok bonnie, I’m right here. We can move wherever ye want, ye liked it up North eh? Start again.”

It was like your consciousness all slammed back into your body at once. The bone deep exhaustion was tempered only by the sudden alarm at his words. 

“I- no, I… Johnny, I have a family.”

Oh, you had not meant for those to be the words you gave him. You had not meant for it to cause him to look like he had been shot. Although you supposed Simon must already know what that actually looked like. You wanted to throw up again. His hand on your shoulder gripped tighter, almost painful. When you flinched his face fell and he let go, backing up out of your space with his hand going to tug on his own hair. 

“I ken… I couldnae expect… if it was anyone else I’d be happy for ye. Naw him bonnie. It cannae be him.”

“But it is.”

You tried to wordlessly plead with your first husband, to have him understand. You could no sooner stop being entirely in love with Simon Riley than you could stop your own heart beating. Your solid and steadfast Simon who was outside comforting your son, who left you with the first love of your life because of course he would. He had been firm with you long ago in his belief that you would never leave one another, not with how tangled up you were. You had split up once and that had ended within 12 hours with you being fucked in the neighbours shed at a party for the cup final. How could you ever live without him?

It was as incomprehensible an idea as living without Johnny had been once upon a time. 

“Is everything ok?”

You saw the hurt in Johnny when you relaxed at hearing Simon coming back in. 

“Joey?”

“Gaz came to pick him up. He’s… as ok as he can be.”

He eyed Johnny warily as he pushed into the bathroom to gently help you up. You were so tired and you let your weight sag against him. 

“She needs to get cleaned up and rest a bit.”

“Aye I’m naw fucking blind Si.”

“Could’ve fooled me MacTavish given that you had her on the floor.”

“Fuck all the way off Riley!”

He was alive. He was alive and here and him and his best friend were at each other's throats. It was your fault wasn’t it? If you hadn’t fallen in love with Simon this miracle could have been met with only happiness. God you wanted to sleep. You wanted to be clean and to brush your teeth and sleep. You wanted to wake up and be able to hold Johnny, to prove to yourself he was here and real and alive. 

“P-please…” you choked out, not entirely sure what you were asking for. 

There was silence for a moment and you could only stare at the floor, swaying a little with how woozy you felt.

“...ye have that hippie tea?”

“Top right cupboard, I’ll…”

“Aye. Don’t you worry bonnie, I’ll have it hot and ready for ye.”

He ran a hand over your head, bringing it to your cheek and then your chin to tilt your head up to look at him. 

“I love you. So much” he said, voice rough with emotion as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and walked away. 

You barely remembered the shower. All you knew was that you were tucked into bed with your favourite tea and your exhaustion took you under fast enough that you couldn’t follow the conversation happening outside of your bedroom.

[keirawantstocry]

Hi am back. yes i will so totally be 💋anon and i will probably be back a lot (i have reqs just gotta sort through em). more soft kisses for jealous tubbo, twas great :>

On the note of specifically tubbo + fit, you remeber how there was the joke(??) of them getting married in Vegas? maybe something on that actually happening and pac finding out? like offhandedly mentioned or like, them talking about marrying tubbo or smthn idk go buck wild.

(question do you prefer v vague reqs, a little detail, a lotta detail or options?) Hope youre having a good day :>

oh do I remember it. I think I was in tubbos chat when it happened. I remember watching it unfold live. I would LOVE to expand on it 

(I love all requests to be honest. but I do appreciate a bit of detail because it gives me a starting point to go off of) 

“Aren't you two going to get married?” Bagi asked. The three of them were sitting inside Bagi's house at her dining room table when she asked. She picked up the cup of coffee in front of her and raised her eyebrow before taking a sip. 

Pac laughed nervously. “Bagi, I don't know if-” 

“Can't people only get married once?” Fit asked. 

Pac and Bagi turned to look at him, twin looks of confusion on their faces. “Sim,” Bagi said. “Why do you ask?” 

Fit looked up and took a long swig of tea. “Oh, well, I'm married.” 

“Oh right to Spreen yeah?” Pac asked. “We can get that annulled with the Federation surely. Not that we need to,” he rushed to clarify. “Baby steps.” 

Fit shook his head. “No, not Spreen. That's a Federation thing only. I'm legally married. Of my own choice.” 

“To who?” Bagi asked incredulously. 

Pac felt a rush of jealousy go through him. It wasn't necessarily that he wanted to marry Fit but it felt weird that he had never brought this spouse up before. They told each other everything. 

“Tubbo.” 

The Brazilains stared at him. The jealousy dissipated as Pac laughed. 

“You are married to Tubbo??” 

“Why??” Bagi asked as Fit joined Pac in laughing. 

Fit shrugged. “We got drunk in Vegas. Made out. Tubbo acted like some kind of prudish Catholic woman. Said I had to marry him if I was gonna try and get in his pants.” He chuckled. “I don't think he expected me to take him seriously. But I carried him to the first courthouse I saw and we got married.” 

Pac perked up. “Did you have sex?” 

Bagi smacked him. 

“Ow!” 

“You can't just ask if they had sex!” Bagi slapped her forehead as pushed back her chair. 

“I'm sorry he was the one who implied it!” Pac yelled back. 

Fit laughed at both of them Not answering the question, Pac noted. 

-

Pac cornered him after they left. “Did you have sex? What does he kiss like? He's a good kisser isn't he? Can I sleep with him? Your husband, I should probably get permission you know.” 

“Whoa whoa, slow down.” Fit chuckled quietly. “You're not mad?” 

Pac stopped dead. “Why would I be mad?” 

“Uh, cause we're dating and I didn't tell you that I'm married.” 

Pac waved him off. “Oh please. It's Tubbo.” He perked up again. “Can we all be official? I want to kiss him. Can I kiss your husband?” 

Fit laughed, his whole body relaxing. “Yeah you can kiss him. Kiss him as much as you want.” 

Pac pumped his fist in the air. “Let's fucking go! Okay, bye Fitch. I'll see you later. I'm going to go kiss him!!!” 

-

“OI TUBBO!” 

Tubbo looked up from the chest he was currently searching. “Pac? What's up dude?” 

“You and Fit got married?” 

Tubbo's eyes widened in fear. Fuck. “Okay, yeah, hey I'm sorry I don't mean to intrude on you guys and-” 

He was cut off by Pac's hands on his face. “Calma. Be my boyfriend? You're very cute.” 

Tubbo blinked in surprise. “You… you want me?” 

Pac's eyes landed on his lips before licking his own. “Sim, sim, por favor.” 

Tubbo was nodding. Nodding and nodding. And he was being kissed and it was wonderful and soft. Pac tasted like sweets. He wasn't sure exactly what had just occurred but he was definitely not opposed to it. 

[call-me-rucy]

She wore space armor though for the moment she carried her helmet tucked under her arm like a decapitated head.

Do you think LMB looked at this sentence and said, you know what, a decapitated head sounds fun, let's do that in Barrayar?

"God help us now" is a fun expression for Miles taking into account that in TWA he instructed Elena to use it as expression of ultimate despair/disappointment.

GREGOR I LOVE YOU

ALSO GREGOR, PLEASE GET SOME SELF-PRESERVATION

Now that I think of it, I think I've seen this scene drawn. Here: https://www.tumblr.com/artfrostedleaf/642488576204013568/a-wonderful-scene-from-the-vor-game-by-lois?source=share Lovely art!

Poor Gregor...

"I can only bluff. Your breath is law." is such a good summary of these characters.

"You realize, Gregor, you did this? Sabotaged the Cetagandan invasion single-handedly?" "Oh," breathed Gregor, "it took both hands."

My boy :")

I fear that this post is going to be just Gregor quotes. I just love him so much.

He raised his head to say tiredly, "Commander Cavilo, both my parents died violently in political intrigue before I was six years old. A fact you might have researched. Did you think you were dealing with an amateur?"

Cavilo's threat for the future sounds like... some kind of curse. I too wonder what Miles would be like in 20 years.

Gregor being emperor! Always nice to see. Use your power, my boy!

It's a pity these were written so long ago because the sentence "Two ships trying to rematerialize in the same place at the same time would result in no ships and a very large explosion" has the precise structure needed for a "none pizza with left beef" joke. Sometimes I think Tamsyn Muir has spoiled me with Tumblr jokes in scifi books.

There's a chinese quote about this scene. From The Three Kingdoms Romance. I had to so search it in Detecteive Conan of all places but here it is:

Liu Bei said, Do you not understand that the plans elaborated in a little chamber will determine victories thousands of miles away?

Goodbye Oser, you won't be missed! Wonder if Cavilo and Metzov died there too...

HELP COMING!

THE PRINCE SERG!! Gregor, is that you??? :D

(Why is "Prince Serge" not translated to "Príncipe Serg"? I guess because "Triumph" and "Peregrine" are not translated either. But this is a title not a name. And you did adapt "Kurin's Hand".)

EMPEROR GREGOR VORBARRA AND ADMIRAL COUNT ARAL VORKOSIGAN, JOINT COMMANDERS!!!!!!!!! YESSSSSS!!!!

Ah, right, Tung was Aral's fan. I hope they meet, that would be so much fun.

[kaziel]

so. Didnt realize that its almost been a year since 10 white arrows updated oops. I'm alive!! Running for my life from the ao3 author curse <3

I bring you all a treat from chapter 5 which is. Almost done for real this time I promise

A moment of quiet hung in the air, too uneasy to be called comfortable. Dottore moved first, looking away. Baizhu cleared his throat. He found himself growing sick of Dottore’s hand looped around his wrist, and busied himself by examining his own wounds while Dottore searched for something among his gathered supplies.

“I would remove some of these stitches,” Baizhu said, at last. “In the shallower scratches.”

“I wouldn’t,” Dottore said.

“Pass me something with an edge, then, and I’ll do it myself.”

Dottore glanced at him, briefly, the beginnings of a frown gathering at the corner of his mouth.

“Very well,” he said.

The palm-knife glinted in sunlight and once more, Baizhu tried to reclaim his arm. This attempt was met with naught but a tightening of Dottore’s hold. Dottore used the knifepoint and the flat of his thumb together like a seam ripper. Each movement was smooth, mechanically efficient, but Baizhu still fought a wince with every stitch pulled free. It was for the best. It would hurt worse, later, if he called upon his vision and the skin healed around them.

A question rested upon his tongue, but he kept it contained until Dottore had all but finished wrapping his forearm.

“Where did you study?”

Dottore’s gaze was a physical weight upon his chest. A moment passed, long enough that Baizhu thought he wouldn’t answer.

“Here,” Dottore said the word as if it ached. “At the Akademiya.”

“Oh? What Darshan?”

“It matters not. ‘Twas another life.”

[fromtheladiesoflight]

Ladies' Profile: Euphemia Ebenae

(Euphemia's very nature is very much Shadowbringers and Endwalker spoiler territory, so I'm doing the spoiler cut early.)

================================================

Name: Euphemia Ebenae (Euphie to her close friends; the surname is not her original one.)

Pronouns: she/her (cis woman)

Age: 37 (by physical appearance), approximately 37,214 (on strict chronology) (as of Patch 6.55, The Coming Dawn, born December 13/13th Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon)

Origin: Ancient (appears as an Ala Mhigan Highlander)

Family members: Andronikos (father, deceased), Sophia (mother, deceased), Venat (adoptive mother), Mirita, Khorijin, Rija, Khoride, Ystride (adopted daughters)

Height: 193.2cm/6’4”

Preferred professions: Yes. (Functionally, whatever professions any of the Ladies learns, she knows as well.)

Aetheric alignment: Astral earth

In a time long ago--something akin to a thousand thousand lifetimes, if not longer--a young Ancient whose parents did research on Elpis were returned to the star by pure happenstance, an accident. But 'twas this happenstance that led a woman by the name of Venat to take the child under her wing some years later, whilst said child was in the middle of what you might call a youthful rebellion. With this direction, Euphemia grew into strength and skill both, falling in with two other young Ancients who would rise to the Convocational seats of Emet-Selch and Hythlodaeus and eventually proving herself worthy as Venat's successor as Azem.

After the recruitment of the new Fandaniel following an incident at Elpis, however, things... changed. The Final Days howled and raged across Etheirys, and with it, the ruin of the star followed, along with the desperate summoning of Zodiark. And--even more tellingly--Venat's final gambit to stop the star from being completely destroyed. A gambit that Euphemia could not abide by, no matter how deeply she loved her second mother. So, she walked away, searching for her own answer, but did not find it before Venat assumed the mantle of Hydaelyn and split the star into fourteen.

Through a fluke--or mayhap, simply, the imperfect nature of all things--Euphemia herself was not sundered evenly across all reflections. The Source in particular had three of her, and though they never rejoined in one body, they eventually did as a family of choice--that of Mirita Ebenae, Khorijin Borlaaq, and Rija Muscadet.

Eventually, these three, alongside Khoride and Ystride, stumbled across a memory crystal made by Emet-Selch in memory of Euphemia. Its magic served them well from there on, but it was Hydaelyn's final blessing upon it at the Mothercrystal that awoke Euphemia's shade--their stray thoughts of just *who* they were in the time before gave form to her formlessness, drawing what remained of her from the memory crystal, the lingering memories in their souls, and the aetherial sea around them. Revived in an initially immaterial state, she remained a passive watcher, hidden from sight, until the Ladies arrived at the very edge of the universe, at which point she finally manifested herself in full, gave a final farewell to her dear friends Hythlodaeus and Emet-Selch, and served as final witness to the end of the Endsinger and Zenos before choosing a new journey alongside her "shards"--or, as she would soon come to regard them, her precious and beloved daughters.

Aspects of who Euphemia is, not just in appearance but also in personality, can be seen in Mirita, Khorijin, and Rija in different ways; she appears as an Ala Mhigan Highlander because of Mirita, but has Khorijin's eyes and has Rija's highlights, all physical features she had before reviving. However, other aspects of the traits she shares with all of her daughters becomes apparent the longer one comes to know her--she has Mirita and Rija's respectively cheerful and alluring playfulness, as demonstrated by her tendency to pretend to know less than she does in service of a jest, and shares both Khorijin and Ystride's quiet reserve as well as their cool heads, and while she rarely makes use of it, Khoride's imposing sense of authority and power easily shrouds her even when it seems it shouldn't. She is, however, Ancient, and while she does not share Hades's fixation on the past--she has long accepted that their own pride and hubris is what ended their time as the star's stewards, especially given the role society played in Hermes' isolation--she tends to reminisce from time to time about what she has lost in less cheerful moments, though her daughters always draw her from her funk.

By nature of her existence, Euphemia is connected to the Ladies in the same way that Khoride and Ystride are to Khorijin--as a result, between her own experience as a combatant and her ability to draw upon their experiences in turn, Euphemia is a master of might and magic alike. A Samurai's blade, a Monk's fists, a Warrior's axe, and even the likes of Black, White, and Red Magic or any combat arts beyond her time--none are beyond her reach, if she so chooses. On the battlefield itself, she moves and strikes decisively, maneuvering with Mirita's casual power and speed, Khorijin's unerring precision, and Rija's agility, but to a degree that none of them can match individually, and while she cannot wield creation magic as casually as the likes of an Unsundered Ancient, her well of aether is equally a match to her daughters' collective own, and a little bit more.

[pr1ncesspopstar]

A Complete Set - FFXIV Write 2024 - Day 18: Hackneyed

Ao3

-

“If you keep squirming like this, small lass, you’ll end up with a lazy eye and I don’t know if I’ll have the skill enough to fix it.” Halditar grunted, resisting the urge to squeeze tighter, knowing a drop of strength too much might shatter the little porcelain body in her hand. Which would have been a true shame considering the work she put into repairing the cracks across her little limbs and cheek.

Brina giggled something fierce, but went limp as a marionette should, making it much easier for the adventurer she now belonged to pop the polished glass eye back into her head. A bit morbid were this anything but a doll, but a doll she was. One Halditar kept locked in a box for a long time. Not out of a sense of maliciousness, seeing how some people treated toys they found creepy so poorly, but her clash with the once complete guardian of the Anti-tower left one part of the duo that made Calcabrina worse for wear. Broken limbs and tattered dress and messy hair. Too damaged to hold herself up, but too pathetic to just leave and let the damaged magicks seep out. Especially with how fiercely Calca screeched upon seeing the state of her sister. The two could not be separated, that was insisted upon. The only solution the dragoon had, at the time, was hoard her away like a piece of treasure until she found someone with the skills capable to repair the doll wholly was found.

Sadly, none like that ever came to light. Across the sea, or even in different shards, no one knew how or wanted to touch the horrifying little figure buried at the bottom of her bag. As their journey dragged on, Halditar began to think it best to give up. ‘Twas only a doll… but so was Calca. 

Halditar had never had much in the way of toys growing up herself. And if she had, she was certain dolls wouldn’t have been amongst her favorites. But it was clear once upon a time, before being a part of the defense system for the Anti-tower, Calca had been loved. Her hair was matted and lose from cuddling, slicked with far too much gel for styling. Her make-up was rubbed off in some parts and applied back on with childish scribbles. And a name, threadbare and unreadable now clearly decorated the back of her dress. She was a beloved doll, and one that loved back in turn. And now that love kept her waiting so very patiently for her sister, who had to have been equally as loved no doubt. The roe couldn’t just ignore the strange toys after whisking them up from their old home.

So she stuck to her search. Picking up trades as a child may take up trinkets and stones. The ways of a gatherer had long been her companion outside of combat, but it wasn’t long before she found herself as comfortable with a forge or oven as she had been a pick or blade. It had been a far longer journey than learning the way of the land, but the opportunities it offered were too valuable.

Especially when amongst the documents in the library of Sharlayan, she found the documents detailing Calca and Brina’s creation, once popular toys for the daughters of researchers that fell to the wayside with time.

Her only cause of action had been obvious.

“Sister, sister, can we play yet?” A little knock came from outside her room in the Baldesion Annex. Brina squirmed to life once more in her palm, those false lashes fluttering with magic.

“Soon, sister, soon! Yip-ho-ho!” The doll bereft of her red dress parroted.

“Aye, but only if you leave us be, little lass!” Halditar added. A sad ‘yip-ho-ho…’ sounded outside the door, but went quiet after that. Forcing the doll to wait outside had been the only way the adventurer found she could fix Brina in peace, Calca so excited she would not stop running around the room laughing, exciting the broken remains of her sister too much to work with.

The work needed had been extensive, from learning to repair porcelain to how marionettes were built in the first place. But it had been nothing building furniture didn’t prepare her for. And the process she found was more than reward it, it was calming too. Just sitting at her desk all day, the sun warning her skin as the orchestrion roll played and before her eyes the dulled dusty skin of the doll became white and pristine one more. Gummed up eyes were polished to be crystal clean and shiny and her hair was washed of spiders and ray shite. Halditar left the signs of the previous owners love, the way the hair was so carefully styled, the unreadable name on the back of the dress, the where the make up had been worn away from so much cuddling. But beyond that air was like a new doll sat before her.

“There, all done.” She told Brina. The doll sat up, twirling and testing all her joints in the way only a doll could, spinning her torso and head, opening and closing her mouth. Her only thanks a giggle of satisfaction, before jumping up and off the desk of her owner that repaired her.

She dashed to the door, opening it up and instantly hugging her blue-clad mirror. Laughing in perfect sync as they spun around as little girls might.

“Sister, sister, I’m finally here! Here I am, Calca!”

“You are, you are, sister! Now we can play!”

“Forever, can we play?”

“Let’s play forever, Brina! Yip-ho-ho!”

They stopped the spinning and turned to Halditar, running up in unison and trading off bouncing, one landing as the other took flight. “Play with us, Miss! Play forever, won’t you?!”

“Play forever, I shan’t. But I can join you for a once around the island at least. Amalience wanted to get a look at you two once she heard I was looking to fix a Brina doll, apparently she had a set of you two as a girl she loved dearly, so why don’t we visit her?”

Chanting a want to play with this Amalience and maybe meet her set of Calca and Brina, the dolls raced out of the room as fast as their little legs would carry them, their Warrior of Light not following too far behind. Halditar worried not if they would get lost, for on their shoes she so carefully wrote her own name, her own mark of affection for the dolly duo they were more than happy to wear.

[snow-system-wol]

G'raha accidentally went down a bit of a side journey doing research and unearths some info that might be of interest to S'ria. (cw: clinical reference to CSA)

Ao3

It was not completely unheard of for S'ria to not see G'raha for an entire turn of the sun. 

Not unheard of, but still quite rare these days. G'raha no longer stuck so close by his side, with both of them doing their own tasks apart for much of the day, but S'ria typically saw him by some point in the evening. G'raha almost never slept in his own room anymore, so at the very least, S'ria saw him by the time he was turning in for the night.

It was not so the previous night, S'ria falling asleep alone – disappointed, but not concerned.

Come morning, he did ask around if anyone knew of G'raha's whereabouts. The first few answers, that he was excused from work today and was not working yesterday either, had S'ria worried, but the additional answers about him having been sighted in the Noumenon put his heart back at ease.

Knowing G'raha, he fell asleep while researching some side project. S'ria would have liked to check on him, but G'raha was likely in a level deeper than a non-Archon, non-citizen could freely wander into.

(Oh, if S'ria threw his status around and implied it was important, then perhaps, but that was not warranted here. If G'raha did not turn up by the ‘morrow, S'ria would simply send Krile in after him.)

G'raha did return that evening, though, a heavy backpack weighing him down. He seemed nervous, and S'ria was a touch concerned about that bit, but it wasn't much to consider. He remained a bit ill-at-ease for all of dinner, though, and it was a little awkward.

It wasn't until after dinner that G'raha actually addressed what was clearly on his mind. He dragged his backpack over and sat down on the floor, half on his futon and half in the pillow nest, and patted the spot next to him. S'ria gently settled down, waiting.

“Forgive me for my absence – and forgive me for this indiscretion. I did not perform research solely to be invasive, but I will confess that I began chasing more information when the lead presented itself.”

S'ria's tail swished behind him. “Raha, the evasiveness is making me a bit anxious.”

“Ah! Forgive me, ‘twas not my intent. Unfortunately I have just made myself nervous as well. Allow me to start from the beginning.” G'raha pulled out a tome from his bag and flipped it open to a marked spot. “I was reading a historical account, back from the Sixth Umbral Era, and one of the relevant parties was described in a way that was not unlike you and yours. You'd said you'd never met anyone else, so I began to … dig.”

S'ria shifted closer, peering at the page in excitement. “What did you find? Oh – that's not…”

“Not a modern script, no, but I can read it out for you later if you should like to hear the exact words. And worry not, my search was not fruitless, even if ‘twas a bit…circuitous.

"First, I began looking for books on identity, psychological care, trauma, pertaining to that era… As I am certain you can imagine, this was easier said than done. The priority given to such social topics varied greatly by location, and many did not put an emphasis on it. I did eventually find a medical compendium that appeared to be describing diagnosis of the same phenomenon.”

S'ria leaned forward, intensely focused. “So, it is a thing other people experience? Does it have a name?”

To S'ria's confusion, G'raha's immediate reaction was to look a bit uncomfortable.

“It does, but, err… I do not know if it is meant to be translated so literally, but –”. G'raha visibly winced. “The medical compendium rather indelicately used ‘mindshatter’ – a-a term that has long since been declared unusable, I promise!” 

S'ria was not particularly sure if that was offensive or just odd. Certainly, it was not a polite way to be called, but it hardly seemed a condition a psychologically well person would have, so was it warranted? Ah, but, if others had this too, then perhaps thinking of it so judgmentally was unkind.

It probably said much about S'ria that the first time he truly considered whether he thought of his mental health too harshly was upon realizing it was rude to people other than him.

“You were able to find newer sources?”

G'raha nodded. “Yes, I used the old name and tracked it through records until the name began to change, and then checked modern medical tomes for those.”

S'ria raised his eyebrows. “And the new name is less…?”

“Ah, well, names, really. Each group of scholars took it upon themselves to give it a new name – some in different cultures, some in the same institute and arguing with their peers. ‘Separation of the self’, ‘traumatic deintegration’, ‘divided soul’, multiple identity phenomenon’ – to name a few.”

“So there really isn't an agreed upon name?”

G'raha gave him a sympathetic smile. “Unfortunately, no. You could pick one, if you'd like.”

The intensity of his focus broken, S'ria laid back onto the pillows. “That seems overwhelming right now, no thanks. What else did you learn, though? About what it is?”

S'ria could see G'raha's ears perk up in the corner of his vision, him scrambling in his bag for presumably more borrowed books.

“Ah yes, here we are!” G'raha cleared his throat, dropping the excitement from his tone. “...Are you certain you would actually like to hear about this? Some of the information may be uncomfortable for you.”

S'ria ears flicked, deep in thought for a few moments. He could feel G'raha's eyes on him.

“I think I'd like to know, at least.”

“Very well. Er, here are the details that seem to be consistent between different experts.” G'raha's cadence changed, suggesting that he was directly reading bits of the text. “An individual with this condition will exhibit multiple selves, of count ranging from one additional self to many. Said other selves may have different personalities and gender, and may not share memories or consciousness with the individual's primary self.”

It was uncanny, to hear this described so…casually? So concretely? S'ria did not want to be special or anything, but he'd honestly assumed there was something uniquely wrong with him. 

“That all sounds…very familiar, yes.” S'ria tried to unclench his jaw. “Does it say why?”

G'raha was quiet in response for a little too long, and S'ria sat up to look at him. He was fiddling with the edge of a page, looking briefly at a loss for words.

“Raha?”

G'raha briefly shook his head. “Forgive me, I just do not wish to be indelicate with how I put this. The condition is a protective mechanism, allowing the formation of specialized roles and quarantining of memories. It forms in response to prolonged trauma at single-digit ages, particularly, er –”. G'raha's voice dropped far quieter. “Particularly when experiencing repeated sexual abuse.”

S'ria understood the hesitation in saying that out loud – he could not suppress his shudder, the sudden trembling in his hands, a slight buzzing in his head. It was odd. He'd never had it referred to in such a clear clinical way before, and it was… difficult to describe how that felt. Equal parts validating and horrifying, perhaps.

“I… I see.”

“I apologize, are you quite alright?”

S'ria took a deep breath, trying to still his hands. “I am – I am not having a flashback, that is, I just – it is a bit cathartic to have it all laid out so plainly, but a bit overwhelming too. I don't want to sound ungrateful, I'm very glad to know this isn't just me.”

S'ria gently eased himself back into lying down. “Thank you for doing this research. I might ask you for more information some day, but right now I need… some time to think about this.”

G'raha slowly laid down next to S'ria and took his hand. “Of course. Let me know if you need anything.”

S'ria's mind wandered to the obvious weight of G'raha's backpack when he'd entered, wondering what else could be found within those pages. No, no, he didn't need any more in his head before he'd processed what was already there.

Still, it was nice to know – somehow intense and anticlimactic all at once – that the way he experienced the world was not a wholly unique one.

[strangermoons]

The Beat Has Just Begun - chapter 7 extras

A lot happened in this chapter! This post is... not really about any of that. Have a grab-bag of research notes instead.

Blizzards were introduced in 1985, and were a huge hit. Here's an article I found from 1986, and here's a Reddit thread with a vintage Blizzard ad.

Baggage carousels may seem pedestrian now, but they were space-age shit in 1962 when the TWA Flight Center was built at what is now known as JFK International Airport. The TWA Flight Center was apparently not the first airport terminal to have baggage carousels - this report (PDF link) by the New York Landmarks Preservation Commission cites a 1963 article saying carousels already existed in Montreal and San Francisco - but they were still a very new idea.  Before baggage carousels you had to search for your bag in a baggage rack. Like you know how you get those little trucks with a train of baggage carts behind them on the runway? Imagine trying to find your bag in that mess. Anyway, by the time Steve and his mom flew TWA from IND to JFK sometime in the mid-70’s there was probably also a baggage carousel at the airport in Indiana, but Steve would have encountered the one at JFK first. Sure, it’d been around for at least a decade by then, but that really isn’t such a long time, and kids are easily impressed. It may also have been the only time Steve’s ever been on an airplane, despite being a rich kid. Air travel is a lot cheaper and more accessible than it used to be.

Park Slope in Brooklyn was indeed full of lesbians in the 60's and 70's (and beyond). I did a lot of googling when trying to pick a home for Aunt Mary and Daisy, and, well, can’t go wrong with a place some in the community affectionately called ‘Dyke Slope’.

I spent a lot of effort looking for prescription drugs that had both a period-accurate street name and the right kind of pharmacological effects for Steve's case. I eventually settled on Demmies/Demerol (generic name pethidine/meperidine) and confirmed that the slang term existed at the time through Google Books. (If the link doesn't work it was supposed to go to a list on page 375 of a book called Clinical Diagnosis and Management by Laboratory Methods from 1984. Fic research: serious business.)

Smoking is bad for wound healing, score one for Steve.

I don’t specify in the story because Steve’s not likely to notice or care, but in my head Erica is reading Sweet Valley High #2, published 1983.

The Amoco brand name dates back to the 1920’s, and from what I can tell there were gas stations by that name in America until 2001, and then the brand name was reintroduced in 2017? That’s what Wikipedia would have me believe, anyway. Hawkins, like the small town I'm low-key drawing on when I write it, is about 60% gas stations by volume.

Is any of this interesting to anyone? I hope so. I'll keep on typing it up either way, because I can't help it.

[anneapocalypse]

Word Search Game

@ammoniteflesh tagged me to find the words skin, regret, and fall in my fics or WIPs. All of these I'm pulling from my big messy Ariane fic doc and this is all very first-drafty and unedited.

Tagging with no pressure: @farfromdaylight @chocochipbiscuit and @dreadfutures with the words light, place, and storm.

skin:

Ariane’s hand came to rest on his jaw then, cupping his face gently as she drew him in for another kiss. This one was soft and lingering, unhurried, and he wished with all his heart that it could never end. But end it must. “I dare say we both of us need our rest,” he said, with great reluctance. She nodded. “I dare say you especially.” It was another long moment before they reluctantly broke apart, and rose from the window seat. “Take heart,” he said. “All is not lost. Though our circumstances be dire, I dare believe we shall yet find a way, and I shall endeavor all the more to make it so.” “I have faith,” Ariane said. “I must. We must.” One last time, he took her in his arms, and kissed her. “Good night, my love. I shall see thee on the morrow.” “Good night, my love,” Ariane echoed, as she walked him to the door. “Rest well.” Her words settled in his heart, the memory of her touch still warm on his false skin, as he made his way back to his own quarters, full to bursting with emotion—most of all, in spite of their circumstances, an irrepressible joy.

regret:

“Thou art a healer of some considerable skill. I regret that I have had few opportunities to see thee in the field, but on those occasions, thy power hast been most formidable.” Ariane laughed, setting down her teacup. “I’ll be honest, Urianger, I never imagined anyone would use the word ‘formidable’ to describe me. I do most of my work standing behind someone with a sword.” “And 'tis thy talents which keep that one standing.” He smiled. “I understand thou hast taken to studying several arcane arts in parallel. Hast thou a favorite among them?” Her eyes took on a wistful look. “I always thought it would be conjury forever. And then… well. Suffice it to say, it let me down when I needed it the most.” He could have kicked himself. Master Alphinaud had relayed the story of Ariane’s unsuccessful attempt to bring Lord Haurchefant back from the brink of death—an attempt which had very nearly killed her. “Forgive me. ‘Twas not mine intent to call back such painful memories.” She shook her head. “Please, it’s all right. I’m… I can talk about it. About him.” She gave a sorrowful smile. “Avoiding speaking his name won’t bring Haurchefant back. I couldn’t save him. I have to live with that.” She sighed. “One way or another. Yes, it still hurts. But don’t feel you can’t speak of it, Urianger. I don’t want people walking on eggshells for me. I can handle it. I have to.” He nodded with all earnestness. “Aye… The grief doth linger… even as we learn to endure it. I understand. ” Ariane met his gaze, and nodded. “I know you do.”

fall:

She had seen the whole of Urianger’s face before. Once, when he had adjusted his goggle to wipe surreptitiously at his eyes, she had caught a glimpse of them, pale green and intense even in that fleeting moment. Later, when he had cast off the mask of Darkness, his whole face. But when it was over, he had shed the ornate gray robes of his disguise, and returned to his old worn arcanist’s robe, eyes hidden and face in shadow. So it been even as they grew closer, through too many teatimes to count now, and Ariane had simply grown used to it, grown accustomed to reading his expressions through the tilt of his head and the curve of his mouth. Seeing him laid out in the Rising Stones’ infirmary, still and silent and exposed, felt so deeply wrong. Ariane knew that it was for safety reasons, to keep his head and face unobstructed, should he move while unconscious. (He did not move. He was so still it hurt to look at him.) Still she longed to gently draw his hood back up over his hair. Give him that dignity at least. She could not. Nor could she keep a constant vigil by his bedside, flanked by Thancred and Y’shtola’s equally still forms. Her friends needed her out there, finding answers. And so she took only the length of a cup of tea to sit with them, with him. Her tea cup drained, she had no further excuse to sit, but Ariane took one last moment, watching Urianger’s chest rise and fall. Seeing that at least, he and Thancred and Y’shtola still drew breath. Gods, what she would have given just to hear his voice. Be it in quiet reassurance or cryptic verse of prophecy. It mattered not. Just to know he was here. Just to feel less alone.

[cryptidofthekeys]

The Cannibal Comes Home

(Another one? …Another one, I felt like since I fucking LOVE lost footage horror stories why not also combine my hyperfixation)

Also I named two of the characters and left two up to y’all to name lmao- and if some of you have read a certain Sneo story of mine... You’ll recognize at least ONE name

(neither of them are OCs but I will say- Parker btw bc I’ve never used this til yet is NOT an OC but more so like a placeholder thing)

--------------------------------------

Also I played a fun game with myself during writing this, I played how many god awful horror tropes could I fit in? ...I lost track of how many but fjkdjdkfs oof some of the horror tropes got me g l a r i n g daggers but twas for the sake of the story

--------------------------------------------------------------------

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Blood, Gore, Torture, Broken Bones, Death, Dismemberment, Vomiting, and Cannibalism (If I’m missing any, please tell me and I’ll add it to the tags)

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

You and your friends were hanging around at your house, just discussing the whole ordeal of that cannibal serial killer that had been plastered all around… Bob Velseb as he was called, there was so much talk of him, especially now that he had just been captured by police and taken into custody.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It happened today, it seemed like they captured him earlier in the morning but they were just repeating it as you and your friends had been watching the news. After seeing him in a straight jacket and muzzle, just grinning widely, especially at the cameras, it sent shivers down all your spines.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

After that report had went off, one of your friends sighed, relieved it seemed but they also sounded… Sad? “I’m glad they finally caught that bastard but… I… I miss Tom”

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You and your friends then had a saddened look across your features, yes… You remembered all too well, not that long ago your friend Tom, he had gone missing right after that bastard had first broken out of jail so you all had assumed that…

------------------------------------------------------------

Well, Bob had gotten to him, there’s no telling where his body was if it was even still around and then one of your friends stood up from their seat “...It… The news just said he was captured, right?” You looked over at them quizzically “Uh, yeah? Why?” Then they hit their fist against their hand.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------

“Well, what… What if WE went ahead and began searching for Tom? Cause, there’s only TWO officers in this town… There’s no telling when or even IF they’ll look for him”

--------------------------------------------------------------

They raised their hand before any of you got the chance to speak “I-I don’t know, what if Tom’s still ALIVE? I… I know that’s a long shot”

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

And then one of your friends scoffed and interrupted “A V E R Y long shot! Tom is most likely d e a d, dismembered and eaten”

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

You glared over at them “Alright, that… That’s really harsh and blunt, geez” They simply glared back “Well it’s the TRUTH! There’s NO way Tom’s alive, I’m sorry but… Just, tell us, what ARE you suggesting EXACTLY?”

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

That friend sighed and sat back down “...I’m just saying! Wouldn’t you like to find Tom at the VERY least?! I… I just… Look, I don’t know, okay? …I just have a feeling that he’s still out there, still alive”

--------------------------------------------------------------------------

They scoffed and crossed their arms. “A simple ‘feeling’ isn’t going to be enough to get me to go investigate a LITERAL cannibal’s home, even if he IS in jail right now, anything could go wrong…!”

----------------------------------------------------------------

And then Parker stood up and walked over, placing their hand on the other’s shoulder, the one that suggested you all look for Tom “...I’ll help you look, I’ll be honest, I’ve had that same feeling myself”

----------------------------------------------------------

You weren’t surprised, Parker, always ever so adventurous and optimistic about things, that other friend scoffed “...You are both idiots …” And then they paused before looking down…

--------------------------------------------------------------

Their gaze softened as they thought about Tom again, they missed him too, they missed him a lot, it just hurt to think about him at this point but going into a LITERAL cannibal’s abode? ...Even if he WAS in jail just seemed crazy... And then they then looked back up to Parker, you, and the other friend.

-----------------------------------------------------------------

“...D… Do you… REALLY think he’s… Still out there? …A-Alive I mean?” Parker and the other friend somewhat nodded “We… Don’t know if he’s still alive but I… I dunno, we’ve just… Had this feeling”

---------------------------------------------------------------------

You then stood up from your spot “Fine” They looked confused at you “Fine?” You then repeated yourself and walked over, grabbing one of your friends and pulling them over to Parker and the other, pulling them into a group hug almost.

------------------------------------------

“Let’s go look for him, the killer’s in jail so he won’t be around and if Tom IS still alive, we need to get him out of there”

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Everyone nodded in agreement, even the one that called Parker and the other an idiot “...Tch, as much as I DON’T want to …I-I’m not letting you go by yourselves …And IF you are right about Tom being alive …I-I want to see him again”

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Parker and the other smiled “Of course, we ALL wanna see Tom again…” You nodded, and then you brought up the topic of where the killer might’ve lived and then Parker seemed to perk up.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Oh oh! I… I don’t know if it was his home, but I saw this… Really creepy cabin in the woods while hiking, it definitely wasn’t abandoned, it looked like SOMEONE lived there so maybe let’s try that one?”

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Your eyes widened “You… You didn’t go in, right?” Parker shook their head “No way! I’m not stupid!” The previously reluctant friend chuckled at that “...Debatable but alright”

----------------------------------------------------------------------

Parker glared at them “Shut up!” You then rolled your eyes but nodded “Alright, then that’s where we’ll start!” And that settled it, the start of hunting for your missing friend, Tom.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Your friends said goodbye to you, saying they’d meet you at the beginning of the forest, they needed to get ready for this little… Adventure and you did too, as they left, you wasted little time in beginning to get ready.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

It didn’t take too long as you wouldn’t be taking too many things, you just grabbed your phone and a flashlight, maybe some water just in case because you had no idea how long you would all be there.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

After shoving your items into your bag you then quickly headed out the door, the forest wasn’t too far away so you could just walk to it, and some of your friends lived even closer to the forest so they were probably already there before you, deciding not to keep them waiting for too long you decided to jog there.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

. . . Eventually, you made it to the entrance of the forest, Parker and your other friend were already there. Parker waved at you with a big grin on their face, you waved back and ran over and then you noticed

-------------------------------------------------------------------------

“...Uh, what’s with the camcorder?” Parker was looking through it, recording you “Mm, just for some… Documentation! Say hi to the camera (Y/N)!”

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You said hi and waved to the camera as Parker just rambled into it, and then your other friend spoke up “T… This isn’t the Blair Witch Project o-or some Outlast type shit you know, th-there’s no reason for the camera”

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Parker laughed “Oh where’s your sense of adventure! It adds to the ambiance!” You raised a brow “...I thought it was for ‘Documentation’?”

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Parker looked nervous “...Uhhhh…. Y e s… ...It genuinely is, I swear” They quickly turned the camcorder around and said bye really quickly and switched it off and that’s when your other friend finally arrived.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

When they arrived it was already evening, you had all been hanging out at your house for most of the day so you figured it’d be evening before you all got out here.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Shit, sorry…! I’m late…!” Parker scoffed “I’m surprised ya showed up to be honest” They glared but looked down “...I told you all already, I am NOT letting you go this alone and second, I want to find Tom too you know …I-I hope he’s still alive, I hope your feelings are right”

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

You along with the others solemnly nodded at that and then you all turned to the darkened forest, staring up at the tall trees before you looked at Parker “...Guess you’ll be leading the way since you know where the cabin is”

--------------------------------------------------------------------------

Parker nodded “Yep! C’mon let’s go before it gets any later, don’t wanna waste anymore time!” They switched the camcorder back on and pointed it around to you all and themself.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

“The Hunt for Tom begins! Let’s goooo!” Parker charged forward into the woods, you and your friends telling them to wait up as you all ran after them.

-------------------------------------------------------------------

Parker did thankfully slow down long enough for you all to catch up, they pointed their camera around the woods, just filming some of the scenery around, you decided not to question them about it too much besides, who knows, maybe some documentation could be a good thing in the long run.

------------------------------------------------------------------

You all just continued following Parker who mostly talked to the camera and then talked to you guys about the cabin, commenting how creepy and disturbing it looked. They could’ve been imagining things but they definitely got a bad vibe from that place.

---------------------------------------------------------------------

You looked around the forest and shuddered “...This entire forest gives me a bad vibe…” The rest of your friends nodded “Yeah… This forest always seemed so creepy” Parker merely shrugged.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------

“I think it’s a mixture of just knowing what we’re going to do, knowing we’re going to investigate a potential serial killer’s home, it’s getting late, et-cetera! The forest isn’t THAT bad...”

-----------------------------------------------------------------------

That was probably true, it was evening already by the time you had all gone into the forest, so that means it would probably be dark by the time you got to the cabin, either way you all continued along, eventually…

---------------------------------------------------------------------

“Look! There it is!” Parker exclaimed, pointing in the distance, you and your friends squinted and saw it… There stood a cabin, old looking, but it definitely looked like someone lived or h a d lived here at some point.

------------------------------------------------------------

You all went to get a closer look and by the time you had finally reached the cabin, nightfall had begun… The moon slowly started to creep up into the sky, you looked up to the sky and noticed two stars very close to each other. It was funny how the stars resembled eyes but it was probably just your imagination.

----------------------------------------------------------

Either way, you weren’t here to observe the stars, none of you were, you were here to try and find a missing friend, Parker looked at you and then the others “...Are you guys ready?” The pessimistic friend of the group looked nervous “I… You know… I-I’m starting to regret coming, m-maybe we should turn back?”

--------------------------------------------------------------------------

Parker looked over to them and shook their head “I’m not turning back, if you want, you can go home, but I’m going to go find Tom” They spoke sternly, the other friend nodded “Yeah… I’m going with Parker” And then they looked over to you.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------

You sighed “We’ve come too far to turn back now, besides, if Tom IS alive and in there… H-He could be hurt really badly” And then the other sighed “...Well like I said, I-I’m not letting you guys go in by yourselves ..A-As nervous as I am, I… I do really hope we find him”

------------------------------------------------------------------------

You could all agree on that one and then you all walked up to the cabin, Parker was the first one to knock on the door, they were going to make sure nobody lived there and they had been wrong, after all, barging into someone’s house so suddenly? That wouldn’t be right.

---------------------------------------------------------------------

…There was no answer, Parker tried a few more times, even calling out ‘hello?’ but still got no answer, after that you all nodded at one another and slowly Parker pushed open the door, it made a god awful creaking sound as it opened and then you all stepped inside.

--------------------------------------------------------------------

You and your friends cringed in disgust and gagged at the awful smell, it smelled like… Death and decay, a metallic scent mingling in with the stench of gore… “Ugh…! It fucking REEKS in here…! This HAS to be the killer’s place” Parker spoke, trying to cover their nose with one hand and film with the other.

---------------------------------------------------------------

You quickly turned your flashlight on to be able to see, as did the rest of your friends, and the one that suggested this screamed and pointed to the ground which startled everyone, Parker turning the camera to where they pointed “I-Is that a fucking bone…?!” They cried, to which Parker nodded.

-----------------------------------------------------------------

“Yep …It… It looks… Oh fuck, this is definitely his house isn’t it?” You then spoke up “Parker” They had begun going off on a tangent “Parker” You tried again, they kept talking to the camera and the others, saying that maybe it wasn’t, maybe it was just a coincidence “PARKER!” You finally yelled to which they replied ‘What?!’ and then you pointed to the wall.

---------------------------------------------------------------

Parker then pointed their camera at the wall and they looked embarrassed “...Oh…” There on the wall were exactly three paintings of the very man you had all seen on the news, one where he was just giving a thumbs up in a red turtleneck, another where he was holding a spatula.

-------------------------------------------------------------------

And then finally in the main portrait, he was wearing a suit and had a knife and fork with some kind of meat on it “...Well yeah, that… Really sets it in stone, doesn’t it?” Parker nervously chuckled, zooming in on them “...He looked so… Friendly in some of these, hard to believe he’s a cannibal serial killer”

------------------------------------------------------------

The more pessimistic friend scoffed “...Looks can always be deceiving, ugh, what kind of person hangs t h r e e portraits of JUST himself in his house? What was he, an ego-maniac?” They laughed dryly as you looked around, you noticed the deer head hanging on the wall, mouth agape.

---------------------------------------------------------

…It looked horrified, almost like it was screaming, which you shuddered at, you wouldn’t blame it, then the dirty sofa and chair, it looked so disgusting in here, ugh… You all quickly spread out, flashlights on and looking around in the main room first, there was no signs of Tom in here, that was certain.

------------------------------------------------------------

Parker then called out your name and walked over “You mind taking over the filming for a little bit?” You sighed “...Parks, I didn’t come here to film” Parker shook their head

-----------------------------------------------------------------

“I know, I know but my arms are getting tired, besides, I wasn’t lying when I said this was for documentation, I meant that, after all, this could show police exactly where the killer’s hideout is! It’d be a good thing to document and turn in!”

-------------------------------------------------------------------

You rolled your eyes but they had a point “...Fine, fine…” Parker grinned and handed you the camera “Thanks a bunch!” You smiled and nodded and then headed into another room, your friends had gone their own ways as well, luckily for Parker they brought their own flashlight so they could see.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------

You honestly supposed filming wasn’t such a bad idea, there was no true harm in it, and in fact, it’s like Parker said, this would help them track down the killer easier if he escaped again ...Although you were REALLY hoping he wouldn’t...

--------------------------------------------------------------

As you entered the other room you looked down on the ground, a ton of tools laid on the floor in piles, you saw some knives as well.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

You also saw more bones, a hammer, an ax, some pliers, the most striking thing that caught your eye was the chainsaw laying on the ground… You shuddered at that and then noticed “...Trapdoor huh…? …I’ll come back to that” You spoke, mostly to the camera now.

--------------------------------------------------------------

You then pointed the camera up toward the wall, shining your flashlight on it with the other hand, trying not to shine it in the mirror and blind yourself of course, the mirror was cracked and in pretty bad shape but hell EVERYTHING was in pretty bad shape in this hellhole of a house.

------------------------------------------------------------

You noticed a devil horn headband hanging up right next to a toolbelt, and then you looked down at the table, trying to capture everything on film, there were… Paintbrushes? Makeup? Lipstick even? …Strange… Either way, you then focused on the tools hanging on the wall.

----------------------------------------------------------

You noticed a butcher’s knife, a sharpener, a fork, and even a prong fork, you cringed in disgust, knowing exactly what those were more than likely used for, this whole house made you feel dirty and uncomfortable, and the smell was overwhelming, you had faintly wished you had brought a mask to at LEAST stifle some of it.

----------------------------------------------------------------------

You continued on into another room, shining the flashlight around and filming the room, this looked to be like some sort of kitchen, and oh… Oh fuck the smell was super strong in this room.

------------------------------------------------------------------

You gagged and coughed before putting your flashlight away and just using that hand to put your shirt over your nose, it wouldn’t help much but you just needed to at least look around.

------------------------------------------------------------------

You used the camera to see with the night vision, looking through the lens and overall it would’ve been a normal looking kitchen had their not been bones e v e r y w h e r e and even some weird chunks of meat which you could only g u e s s what kind of meat that was, you shuddered.

----------------------------------------------------------------

You did call out Tom’s name here and there, and you heard the others on the other side of the house on occasion call out his name, the only one you didn’t seem to hear was Parker, which made you worried.

-------------------------------------------------------------

You then quickly headed out of there and you saw there was an upstairs, Parker was currently going up those much to your relief…

--------------------------------------------------------------------

And then you called out to them to let them know you were behind them “You find anything? Any signs of Tom?” You questioned to which Parker sighed at and shook their head “No, no signs yet, the others haven’t found anything either”

---------------------------------------------------------------------

“I hope we find SOMETHING soon, I mean I did spot a trapdoor back there, it looked like it led to a basement, but let’s investigate upstairs first” Parker nodded and the two of you headed up the stairs, the stairs creaking with every step you took.

--------------------------------------------------------------------

You didn't need to bring your flashlight out since Parker had one of their own, they shined it down the hallway, there was a room in the far back and two others, one on the near left and then far right, and then finally… You two looked up and saw what led to the attic.

---------------------------------------------------------------

“C’mon, let’s check the rooms out first…” Parker then led the way into the first closest room which was just a bathroom, nothing of interest there, the two of you then continued down the hall into the other room on the right, it wasn’t a room actually, it just held a washer and dryer.

----------------------------------------------------------------

And then the final room …Excluding the attic of course, Parker slowly opened the door and peered inside and this was a bedroom. They shined the flashlight around and noticed some more pictures of the guy, but some of them looked like they had been smashed, others on the ground.

----------------------------------------------------------------

You filmed the room, zooming in on the broken pictures and then the others, you walked closer and picked one of them up and then filmed it “Woah… What the fuck?” You spoke, to which Parker perked up and came over “What’s up?” Their eyes widened when you showed them the picture.

------------------------------------------------------------------

“What the hell is going on in this picture…? There…. There’s people with… Like, red robes…?” You shook your head “...Looks like a cult of some kind, this is… Fucked up” Parker nodded “Yeah, you’re not kidding”

---------------------------------------------------------------------

You filmed around the room some more, it was dirty and old just like this entire cabin was, the bed looked disgusting as hell, it was even covered in blood…. “Alright, let’s go investigate the attic and then we’ll try the basement”

---------------------------------------------------------------------

Parker nodded and the two of you wasted little time in heading back to the stairs, they reached up and pulled down on the rope and then the door opened, a ladder extending down albeit very slowly, the noise it made was absolutely awful.

--------------------------------------------------

Eventually it settled onto the creaky old floors and you headed up first, the ladder creaking under your weight but even then, it didn’t seem like it’d give out ��You hoped, either way, you headed up until your head poked into the attic.

----------------------------------------------------------

You looked through the camera lens, taking a look around, there was nothing up here but some boxes and junk “There’s nothing up here” You called out to Parker and began descending the ladder “...Alright, let’s go check out the basement”

------------------------------------------------------------

Parker nodded and then the two of you were off, you met back with the others in the living room, they asked if you two found anything but then you shook your heads and of course the one that had been against this scoffed “W-Well he’s obviously not here… That much is clear, let’s just g o already”

---------------------------------------------------------------

The other friend spoke up “M-Maybe we were wrong… I-I just thought” You then quickly interjected “There’s a trapdoor leading down to the basement, it’s the one place we haven’t checked, once we check that we can leave”

----------------------------------------------------------

The friend that just wanted to leave at this rate groaned in frustration “(Y/N), he’s not fucking h e r e…! We should just LEAVE before something really b a d happens…!” You pointed to the door “If you want to leave, go ahead, nobody’s forcing you to stay here”

---------------------------------------------------------

They opened their mouth but you quickly interrupted “Look, I know you’re scared, this place is creepy as hell, but if Tom IS here and alive, I’d never forgive myself if we left him behind” …And right on cue, there was a thump.

----------------------------------------------------------

This made two of your friends scream, Parker meanwhile was looking around and immediately calling out for Tom, you then looked down “...Sounded like it came from below, c’mon let’s go!” You exclaimed, rushing for the other room that you had seen the trapdoor in.

-------------------------------------------------------

You rushed over and began trying to pry it open, your other friends pitched in and helped, with the four of you combined, you had all successfully managed to pry it open “Tom?! Are you down there?!” Your other friends called out as well …There was no spoken answer, but another thud.

---------------------------------------------------------

“Quick, Parks, the ladder looks broken and I don’t trust it to hold my weight” Parker nodded and then you put the camera in your bag momentarily and began sliding down into the hole, Parker having a good grasp on you, your other friends pitching in and holding Parker steadily so they didn’t fall in.

--------------------------------------------------

Eventually you had gotten lowered successfully and Parker let go, you brought the camera back out and scanned around and at the very back of the room, your eyes widened at what you saw…

--------------------------------------------------------

There, laid your friend Tom on the ground, holy fucking shit… His… His legs were completely missing, he had dried caked in blood all over him, he looked completely weak and frail, marks all over him, he looked as if he had been trying to inch around in ANY way he could, the sight made you feel absolutely sick to your stomach.

---------------------------------------------------------------------

“TOM!” You cried out to which the other looked up, eyes widened, he screamed and you could hear him trying to move, trying to move into a corner or something but he couldn’t, he didn’t have enough strength left “S-Stay away! G-Get the fuck away from me!” He sounded hysterical.

--------------------------------------------------------------------

“T-Tom! Tom! It’s me! It’s (Y/N)!” After announcing your name this made Tom blink and he was squinting “...W-Wait… (Y/N)...?!” You then pulled out the flashlight and clicked it on to which Tom cried at and closed his eyes “F-Fuck that’s bright…!” You rushed over and knelt down to him, your hand trembling.

-------------------------------------------------------------------

“W-What did that sick bastard d o to you…?” Tom was shaking horribly and shook his head, you helped him sit up as best you could “H-He… He… Tore them off… My legs… H… He a…ate… them… R-Right in f-front of… hngh… F u c k… R-Right in front of me…!”

--------------------------------------------------------------

Tom had tears pricking his eyes and he let out a harsh sob that seemed to hurt his throat “...H-He t-tried to force feed me some of my own…” He couldn’t even b e a r to finish that as he shuddered “T-the sick fuck…” You wrinkled your nose in disgust, you felt sick and angered.

---------------------------------------------------------------

You then set the flashlight down on the ground and pulled out some water from your backpack, also setting the camera down, quickly opening it “Here, here, you’re probably thirsty…” Tom nodded and quickly guzzled down some of the water, you told him not to drink so fast or he’ll wind up choking.

-------------------------------------------------------------

You knew he couldn’t help, he was trapped down here for god knows how long, and while it did look like he wasn’t completely dehydrated you only assumed that the bastard had kept him alive just to toy with him in the long run.

--------------------------------------------------------

“...That monster’s in jail now, by the way, they caught him earlier this morning” And then Tom pulled away from the water bottle, gasping and seeming relieved, and he nodded at your words.

-----------------------------------------------------------------

“G-Good riddance, hope… He fucking r o t s in that jail…” You nodded “Alright, c’mon, we’re getting you out of here, me and the others are here.”

------------------------------------------

And then you heard Parker call out, asking if you were alright, you put the water bottle back and you noticed the light on your flashlight was flickering “Fuck… I shoulda replaced the batteries”

-----------------------------------------------

Tom looked absolutely exhausted, like he wanted to pass out right now but it was clear he was forcing himself to stay awake as best he could.

--------------------------------------------

You shoved the dying flashlight back into your bag and grabbed the camera “I’ll need to use this to see” You then used your freehand to grab Tom, he was very skinny and underweight so it wasn’t hard to pick him up, even with just one person.

-----------------------------------------------

You held onto him carefully but firmly and he groaned “E-Everything hurts… It hurts so much…” “Just hold on, we’ll get you out of here and to a hospital soon enough” Tom nodded but then there was a pause “...W-What if he escapes…? W-What if he’s already escaped a-and is coming back here?”

-----------------------------------------------------

You shook your head as you continued to the other side of the room, you could tell he was completely anxious and very paranoid “He’s not, he’s in jail, he’s not going to get you again, he’s gone…” You tried to reassure Tom who somewhat sobbed.

--------------------------------------------------------

You got to the ladder and all your friends gasped when Parker shined the flashlight down, they cried out Tom’s name “Help me get him up!” You called out, to which all of your friends now pitched in, helping Tom up and out of the basement first and then they helped you up and out of there.

-----------------------------------------------------

All of you had tears in your eyes, Parker looking over Tom and looking horrified “O-Oh my god… T-Tom…” Your friends didn’t need to ask what happened, they could take a wild guess but Tom just smiled at all of you. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Tom smiled.

------------------------------------------------

“Oh it’s… It’s so good to see you again” The more pessimistic friend smiled for once during this whole adventure and walked over, gently hugging Tom “Let’s… Let’s get OUT of this hellhole now” You could all agree on that, Tom especially, your friends had pitched in to carry him and you nodded.

-------------------------------------------

They carefully held him and followed your lead as you headed back into the living room, heading to the front door when all of your phones suddenly buzzed at the same time, you pulled yours out first and your eyes widened “...O-Oh my fucking god no” You suddenly said which startled all of your friends.

-----------------------------------------------------------

They couldn’t take out their phones so Parker spoke up “What’s the hold up (Y/N)?” They inquired, another of your friends speaking up “Yeah? What’s wrong?” You couldn’t lie to them, and you couldn’t just hide it, but you didn’t want to make Tom panic more than he has been.

---------------------------------------------------------------------

You sucked in a deep breath and shook your head, looking down on your phone “We need to go, right now, he… He’s out”

----------------------------------------------------------------

That’s all you needed to say for them to get the picture, yes, on your phone, there had been a safety alert issued, warning everyone to stay inside their homes, lock their doors and windows, etc.

----------------------------------------------------------

Tom’s eyes widened and he twisted his body around a little which caused your friends to struggle “I-I knew it! I k n e w those damn bastards couldn’t ke… Keep him l-locked away…!” And then he was becoming more hysterical by the second, despite you and your friends trying to calm him down.

--------------------------------------------------------------

He began repeating no’s and ‘I’m gonna die'' over and over again, a harsh sob racking his entire body “W-WE’RE A L L gonna die…!” He cried out and you yelled his name “TOM! We’re NOT gonna die, s-stop squirming! You’re gonna cause them to drop you!” He just wasn’t listening so you huffed.

-----------------------------------------------

“Just, hold him as best you can, c’mon, we have to get out of here now” You quickly walked over to the door and as you reached for the doorknob, you saw it beginning to turn and your eyes widened, your friends quickly covered Tom’s mouth, their eyes going wide as well, you turned back to them and mouthed for them to hide.

---------------------------------------------

Your friends quickly ran off as fast as they could with Tom in tow and then you ran and dove behind the couch, it was all you had time for as you heard the lock finally click and then the door flew open, the moonlight seemingly shining through, you peered out, camera still in one hand although you didn’t care about getting a clean shot right now.

-----------------------------------------------------------

Your eyes widening in horror at who was standing in the doorway, sure enough… It was the one you REALLY didn’t want to see, you had hoped you had enough time but that alert hadn’t gone off on any of your phones until you had all reached the front door, hell even with the signal coming back for that one moment, it still winded up fizzling out again.

-----------------------------------------------------------

You didn’t even think you could get through to the cops if you wanted, but either way, that was him, that was none other than the cannibal serial killer Bob Velseb, as he started to look around you ducked back behind the couch as carefully and quietly as you could, you had hoped your friends had gotten out somehow.

---------------------------------------------------------------

…Or at the VERY least found a good hiding spot until it was safe to try and escape, and then you heard the door close and lock, fuck… Well there goes any hope of running out the front door… And then you heard those god awful footsteps, they made loud thuds against the hardwood floors.

----------------------------------------------------------------------

…It sounded like he was going to the room with the trapdoor in it, shit… If he went down there and saw Tom was missing he’d know someone’s here, this wasn’t good! You peered out and sure enough you had caught a glimpse of him heading into that exact room.

----------------------------------------------------

You carefully got up, trying not to make any sounds, carefully tip-toeing to the doorway of the other room, you peered into the room, despite not caring about footage right now, the camera was still filming regardless.

--------------------------------------------------------------------

It seemed he was heading past the trapdoor and toward the mirror, you watched as he looked into the mirror, you could see the large grin on his face as he grabbed his toolbelt first.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

And then he grabbed some of his weapons, after putting that belt on and placing the weapons …And well the sharpener inside, he seemed to pause momentarily as he glanced over to the trapdoor.

--------------------------------------------------------

You could see confusion cross his features for a moment before you heard a scoff, he was heading to the trapdoor which made you start backing up when suddenly… *CLATTER!*

---------------------------------------------------------------------

You had accidentally backed into a coat rack that had been behind you, it fell to the floor and made a loud noise, you heard those loud footsteps, and oh m a n was he walking fast.

--------------------------------------------------

You just barely had time to scramble behind the old recliner, it wasn’t the best hiding place but there was no time to get anywhere else.

--------------------------------------------------------------

You had just b a r e l y made it behind there when his wide frame peered out from the doorway, you kept a hand over your mouth to stifle any breathing and you were trembling, you heard his footsteps approaching the recliner and you could feel your heart nearly leap into your throat, you were going to be found…!

----------------------------------------------

You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the worst, if he d i d find you however, you’d bash his head with the camera you had in your hands… Another noise however, sounded off and this made your eyes snap open, those sounds… Were coming from upstairs, and not only did it catch your attention but it caught his as well.

--------------------------------------------

You heard a chuckle from him which sent chills down your spine “Well…” He began “I reckon I got me some… Uninvited guests in my house tonight, don’t I?” Your eyes had widened, fear swelling up inside of you, was… Was he talking to you? There’s no w a y he knew you were behind the recliner!

--------------------------------------------------

No… Because you heard him, slowly walking off, after he had left the room and you didn’t hear those thunderous steps anymore, you let out a sigh of relief but then you quickly realized …Shit! He’s going to find your friends! He’s going to find them and considering all of Tom’s wounds and him missing his legs.

---------------------------------------------------

Who knows w h a t that bastard would do to them if he found them, you had to do something and fast but what? …What COULD you do? …You’d think of something, you quickly made your way out from behind the recliner, you couldn’t let your friends die!

-------------------------------------------------------------

…Meanwhile… Upstairs… In the bedroom closet, there hid the more pessimistic of the group, the one that hadn’t wanted any part of this in the first place, the one who had wanted to leave earlier, the one who knew better than letting their friends talk them into this!

------------------------------------------------------------

They regretted ever coming here in the first place, they should have just stayed firm, sure they wanted to find Tom too! They wanted him back! Hell, why wouldn’t they?! They cared about him just like the others did, but now, they were stuck here, hiding in a closet in the home of an infamous serial killer/cannibal when they could’ve stayed safe in their OWN home tonight!

--------------------------------------------------------------

Speaking of Tom… They had him here with them, Parker had told them to just wait right in there, that they’d go and find a weapon, tch, yeah right! Parker probably dipped on them, it wouldn’t be surprising if they just left them here in the closet... Leaving friends behind, how cowardly...

--------------------------------------------------------

Tom was laying there with them, he was trembling even more and oh he looked absolutely terrified, he looked like he was in the middle of… Thinking about something, more than likely recalling what he had been through.

---------------------------------------------

The two stayed silent for the longest time… Until Tom finally spoke up, albeit as quietly as he possibly could “...A-Am I… A-Are we… G-Gonna die here…?” Their eyes widened at Tom’s words and they opened their mouth, saying something they did not believe in this moment “...N-No… No… W-We uh… We… We won’t”

-----------------------------------------------

“Pa…Parks will come b-back for… For us… They’ll co-come back and… And so will (Y/N)... And… And then we’ll, w-we’ll get… g-ge…get outta here, t o g e t h e r...” Tom looked surprised at this but he slowly nodded.

--------------------------------------------------

The two sat there, trembling uncontrollably, they both felt like they were about to have a panic attack right here and there when they heard footsteps coming up the stairs, Tom was breathing way too heavily, his eyes wide “I-I can’t… I-I can’t do it”

------------------------------------------------------

He squirmed a little in the other’s grasp “H-He’ll find us… H-He’ll fucking find us…! I- I can’t go back down there…! I-I won’t!”

-----------------------------------------------------

The pessimist’s eyes widened as they slapped a hand over Tom’s mouth when he started being a little too loud “T-Tom…! S-Shut up… Shut the FUCK up…! He’ll hear us i-if you don’t be quiet…!” They whisper-yelled, it took all of their might to hold Tom in place and keep his mouth covered.

-------------------------------------------------

Tom did thankfully quiet down when he heard the loud footsteps stop, exactly right outside of the bedroom, to top it off, they both heard the heavy breathing of the killer as he then began walking around, he didn’t speak… He just walked, they could see him faintly, through the grates of the closet door.

-------------------------------------

Just barely though, the only reason they could see him was thanks to a wee bit of moonlight that seemed to be peeking through the window… The pessimist friend could feel something wet on their hands and they looked down to see Tom crying. He was shaking like crazy but trying to keep himself from making any noise.

-------------------------------------------

They both were crying in all honesty as they heard the killer just walking around, until finally, the shadowed silhouette stopped right in front of the closet, oh Tom was about to start getting hysterical, they could feel him beginning to squirm again but they just tried to keep a tight grasp on him.

---------------------------------------------

Making a ‘shh’ motion with their finger but not actually speaking aloud of course, and then the killer started moving onward, he started moving back toward the entrance, hopefully he’d be moving on and NOT coming back in here, after all, like there was any reason for him to come back.

-------------------------------------------------------

So long as nothing made a sound they’d be… And then, just like that, due to Tom’s squirming, a shoebox or something like that had fallen and crashed against the floor, making a loud thump and when that happened the footsteps suddenly came to a halt.

---------------------------------------------------

The pair’s eyes widened, the pessimist friend looked around quickly as the footsteps began approaching fast toward the closet, they quickly grabbed the shoebox that had fallen, it still had the shoes inside of it and prepared, they clutched it in their arms and waited…

------------------------------------------------

It didn’t take too long for the closet door to suddenly fling open and then the killer poked his head in, a wide grin on his face when Tom let out a scream of horror, however that grin didn’t last too long as he was suddenly hit square in the side of the head with the shoebox.

-------------------------------------------------

He stumbled back, stunned, and then the pessimist friend wasted no time in picking Tom up, adrenaline fueling their body now as they quickly made their way out of the closet, however adrenaline couldn’t always work for the perfect getaway, sure, it helped most of the time, but not always…

-----------------------------------------

The pessimist friend accidentally dropped Tom who landed to the ground with a loud oof, they were so close to the exit but by the time they tried to scoop Tom up again, Bob quickly stomped over, swinging his blade which they darted away from, stopping only in the doorway of the bedroom and turning around.

-------------------------------------------------

Tom tried his best to crawl away, especially when he realized who was standing behind him now, yelling out some loud no’s, the killer looked down, a manic look crossed his features as he leaned down to grab Tom, this caused the other to lose it, going into full hysterics as he tried to struggle and get away.

-----------------------------------------------

Those struggles quickly died out when Bob held him tight with one hand, placing the knife against his throat with another, the pessimist friend cried out his name, looking at Tom then at the killer and then finally… Out the door, that’s when the pessimist friend began realizing…

--------------------------------------------------

If they ran now, they could easily escape, they could run down the stairs while Bob is busy with Tom …Wait, what the hell?! Why would they even think that?! N-No…! They… They couldn’t, they wouldn’t! They... They wouldn’t... Right...?

---------------------------------------------------------

Tom couldn’t struggle right now, he was paralyzed with fear as the blade threatened to slice into his throat, the only thing his body was doing was shaking a little bit and tears were falling down his face, he flinched upon feeling the other’s erratic breaths, hot air puffing against his cheek.

---------------------------------------------------

Bob looked ahead, noticing the standoff the three of them were in now, and then he also noticed… What the other was doing, he tilted his head “O h? What’s this now…? Ya thinkin’ of runnin’? But… What ‘bout your lil friend here? What? Gonna leave him ‘ta die? And after comin’ ALL this way to save ‘im~”

--------------------------------------------------

Tom blinked but looked at the pessimist friend, his eyes widening somewhat when he finally realized they were trying to glare at Bob but they also kept glancing back, he was in disbelief, hah… There was no way! There was no way they were ACTUALLY planning on leaving him! N-No! They… They had a plan, he’s sure of it!

--------------------------------------------------

…Still… The way they were looking, the expression on their face… They looked almost as if… N-No… No, they wouldn’t… …Would they…? Tom blinked, he called out their name, his voice weak and timid but it caught their attention “H-Hey… Yo…You wou… Wouldn’t… L-Leave me, ri… Right? Yo-You said we’d g-get out of here…!”

----------------------------------------------------------

“Re-Remember…? W-We’re gonna… Ge-Get outta here… T o g e t h e r… Ri-Right?” The pessimist’s eyes widened as Tom spoke, they stood there, thinking, contemplating… They had never wanted to come here in the first place, they shouldn’t have, they should have just said no and stuck with it.

-----------------------------------------------------------------

Or at the VERY least, when they were all about to go into the cabin, they had ONE final chance to turn around and they didn’t, this was stupid, they felt so stupid! They looked at Tom and then at Bob who was clearly enjoying this like the sick fuck he was… What could they REALLY do here? What?

-----------------------------------------------------

Try to get Tom out of Bob’s grasp only to be gutted themselves? And hell, Tom wouldn’t survive no matter what they tried, even if they played hero, it wouldn’t do any good, they’d just be putting themselves in danger for nothing, they looked at Tom one final time ...They knew what they had to do...

---------------------------------------------------------------------

…They needed to save themselves…

------------------------------------------------------

“I-I…” This caught both Bob and Tom’s attention, eyes immediately fixated on the pessimistic one who trembled somewhat, they just… They couldn’t as they looked away from Tom who called out their name again.

-------------------------------------------------------------

“I-I… Fuck this shit! I’m outta here…!” Tom’s eyes widened as he yelled out ‘no’ over and over again and then screamed their name as they tried to run.

-------------------------------------------------------------

Bob looked surprised by this and immediately let Tom go, the man landing on the ground with a loud resounding thud as Bob sped after them, the pessimistic friend barely even got down three steps before they screamed as a fistful of they’re hair was grabbed and yanked, causing them to fall back somewhat.

----------------------------------------------------------------

Bob had a death grip on their hair, beginning to slowly pull them back up the stairs and he won’t deny, it was a d a m n good struggle they were putting up, in fact, by the time he reached the top step, they nearly caused the both of them to fall before Bob got agitated with them and suddenly slammed them against the wall.

-------------------------------------------------------------

This seemed to daze them for a few minutes as they had stopped struggling momentarily, it didn’t take them long however to realize exactly who had pinned them and they continued struggling, screaming and crying trying to get away from him, a clawed hand wrapped tightly around their throat.

---------------------------------------------------------

“Tsk tsk tsk… Ya know, it’s REAL low-life ‘ta just up ‘n leave your friends ‘t die like that, right?” The pessimistic one couldn’t speak, only wheezed as they clawed desperately at his arm, trying to free themselves from his grasp “In fact… Did you know, that was MIGHTY cowardly of ya?” He grinned somewhat when he saw them glare.

------------------------------------------------------

Bob released his hand from their throat but immediately placed a knife to it in place of his hand, a warning to keep them there “F-Fuck you…! E-Even if I di… di… did pl…play hero…! I-I’d be putting my-myself in harms way, we bo-bot… h… both of us w-would have died anyway!”

---------------------------------------------------

Bob tilted his head, an amused look on his face “Oh? So basically, what you’re sayin’ is that… It’s better off him than me, yeah?” They looked offended by that statement, they opened their mouth to retort but he started pressing the knife into their neck and that immediately shut them up.

------------------------------------------------------

“See, I’ve had your type before, y’all pretend ‘ta care ‘bout your little friends… But when ‘th tough gets goin’ y’all get goin’... ‘T save your own skin, ‘an ya know… I might be a cannibal but… That’s pretty low-life in my opinion” The pessimist’s eyes widened …Ahh… There it was… The supposed ‘guilt’ that they should’ve been feeling all along for even thinking.

-----------------------------------------------------------------

“Another thing… I reckon ya didn’t even t r y an’ do nothin’ bout it… Didn’t try ‘ta beg for your so-called friend’s life, didn’t try NOTHIN’ just ran for it th’ moment ya got the chance~” Oh and here it was, the waterworks, tears now falling down their face and soft little sobs escaping their lips.

-----------------------------------------------------------------

Bob scoffed “Oh, don’t’cha try cryin’ now! Tears won’t save ya now!” They couldn’t help it, his words cut deep, well not as deep as that knife could but either way, those words wrapped around the pessimist like a vice-grip, they… They really were a coward, they thought of themselves more so than Tom.

------------------------------------------------------------

Tom couldn’t even fucking TRY to run! His legs were gone, he had been through pure and utter hell! And they just left him there, they left him as he cried and screamed out their name, they ran the first chance they got, Bob was right about them… Even the fucking cannibal serial killer was judging them.

--------------------------------------------------------

Bob couldn’t help but drool as he tilted their head up, forcing them to look him in the eyes “But hey… Don’t fret~ Ya won’t have ‘ta worry ‘bout yourself anymore~” There was a much more manic look on his face, his breathing growing more erratic by the second…

--------------------------------------------------------

He didn’t even bother giving them any of his fun little facts, after all, he had pretty much already given them one just a few minutes ago, they cried and began struggling even more so, pleading for their life but of course it did them no good, Bob stabbed them repeatedly, over and over, blood splattering all over him.

-----------------------------------------------------------

He then dropped them carelessly to the ground, their lifeless body thumping against the floor, he couldn’t help but sneer, how pathetic they were, to be such a coward to run off and leave their friend behind to die just to save their own skin, well a lot of good that did them in the long run… Bob’s attention was caught by the sound of something being dragged.

-----------------------------------------------------------

His head snapped up and he looked over… There, trying s o desperately to crawl away, was the very friend they had tried to leave behind, Bob rolled his eyes and sighed “Oh… Now ain’t that just a sad sight…” He snickered a little as he began walking over, Tom didn’t even bother looking back, he was just desperately trying to get ANYWHERE else.

-----------------------------------------------------------------

Anywhere away from Bob, he of course didn’t get far before getting picked up by the back of the shirt as if he weighed nothing, he barely had any energy left, he was already exhausted from all the torture he faced beforehand, he was just using the last scraps of his energy to try and make one last attempt to get away.

---------------------------------------------------

Bob tsked at him “Ya really shoulda picked a better friend than that, son…” Tom just glared up at him and then he saw the knife come into view, tears beginning to pool around his eyes, he did still try to struggle somewhat in Bob’s grasp, not wanting to go out without SOME kind of fight.

----------------------------------------------------

“Any last words?” Tom looked up to him, a harsh glare across his features and then he spit, directly at Bob’s face, the other’s expression turned into a full on scowl at that “G-Go… Go fuck yourself… Asshole” Bob wasted little time in slitting Tom’s throat for that, the other gurgling and choking on his own blood.

----------------------------------------------------

Bob then let Tom slump to the ground, he then looked around “Hmm… There has to be more of y’all runnin’ ‘round up here…” And then he grinned somewhat, some drool leaking from the side of his mouth “Just means more food for me” And then he began to slowly stalk off, off to find the rest of his victims.

-----------------------------------------------------

Now the friend who had suggested this was in a full blown panic, looking for anything and everything to try and help them fight just in case the killer found them, they just huffed in frustration and picked up a jagged bone even if it was grotesque, it was the best chance they had, they had no idea where any of the others were.

--------------------------------------------------------------

Their eyes widened when they heard footsteps upstairs, loud and heavy, too loud for any of their other friends so they quickly scrambled out of the room.

------------------------------------------------------

They looked around and then charged for a nearby bathroom, they quickly ran inside and closed the door, locking it and then running into the bathtub and pulling the shower curtain forward, they couldn’t stop shaking the entire time, tears pricking their eyes as they clutched the bone tightly in hand.

------------------------------------------------------------

The one who had suggested this whole ordeal was beginning to heavily regret that decision, they should have never come here and definitely shouldn’t have brought their friends along, they had no idea if any of them were even still alive! Everyone ran off in different directions in a panic.

-----------------------------------------------------------------

They had only hoped the others made it out, they really hoped… They were going to look for a way out themselves until they heard the sounds of footsteps upstairs and they weren’t going to take any big risks, it could’ve been one of their friends or it could have been the killer, either way…

--------------------------------------------------------

If the killer did find them, they at least had a weapon… They couldn’t help but tremble and cry as they sat there in the bathtub, despite it being a bathtub, they felt dirty, this entire house was disgusting and filthy, they were holding what was once more than likely a human bone in their hand.

-------------------------------------------------------------

They hated this, they just wanted to gather up all their friends and go home already, they didn’t want to be here any longer… Of course it had to be right when they found Tom, right as they were finally about to collect their missing friend and go home safe and sound, that’s when the killer arrived, typical.

---------------------------------------------------------------

They immediately stifled their sounds when they heard loud heavy footsteps, slowly thumping against the hard floors, and those footsteps were coming this way, they trembled and clutched the jagged bone tightly in their hand, moving until their back was pushed up against the back end of the tub.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------

Bob was walking around, knife in hand that was trailing some blood behind as he stalked through his home, looking for any remaining intruders, if there were any left, it wouldn’t take very long to find them and even if they had got out of the house and were running back through the woods …Well… Anyways.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Bob noticed a door that was closed, hm… That was one of the bathrooms and then he grinned and walked up to the door, using his free hand to knock three times on it “Hellooo~ . . . Is someone hidin’ in there~?” He cooed mockingly, meanwhile the friend inside had to try to keep quiet, stifling any and all fearful sounds.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

They hoped he’d just go away, but of course why would he? He KNEW someone was in here, the knocking got louder and louder until it sounded like he was banging on the door “C’mon now, y’all are gonna make me tear up my own house at this rate!” He scoffed, and then everything fell silent.

------------------------------------------------------------------------

…If a pin dropped right now, it could be heard, they honestly would have preferred hearing his voice than this deafening silence now, it made them feel incredibly more nervous, however after a few more moments they heard a loud slam, then another, and then followed by another, a continuous amount of slams against the door.

------------------------------------------------------------------

He was going to bust it in! They waited for the worst, hands trembling like crazy as they readied the jagged bone, they couldn’t even stifle their fearful noises anymore, hell like it mattered, he KNEW they were in there and then finally, the loudest sound of all was the door finally giving in and falling onto the ground.

-------------------------------------------------------------

The air from the door falling in blew against the shower curtain, the very thin layer that was stopping the killer from seeing them right off the bat and then they heard a chuckle “Ya know, y’all are REAL bad at hidin’... I already found your other friends, course… They didn’t stand much of a chance, ‘specially when one’a them left th’ other behind”

----------------------------------------------------------------

Their eyes widened, what?! What did he mean by that?! N-No… No! He was lying, none of them would EVER leave each other behind! They wouldn’t believe that, but then something else hit them, he said he had found them …Which meant that… O-Oh god no, they were dead… They trembled when they heard him getting closer.

-------------------------------------------

He didn’t take too long as a clawed hand gripped the shower curtain, slowly pulling it back ever so slightly before he peered his head into the tub, a massive grin on his face the whole time “Did you know-” And then he somewhat yelled when they had drove the jagged bone directly into him, they wasted little time in ripping the shower curtain back and running.

-----------------------------------------------------------------

Bob huffed in frustration, eyes now glowing a teal color as he ripped the bone from his chest and tossed it down to the ground, of c o u r s e they had to stab him in the chest, ugh, oh well… A simple stab wound wouldn’t take long to heal, not for him anyways, he exited the bathroom then, quickly stomping after them.

------------------------------------------------------------

Meanwhile they had been muttering ‘no’ over and over again as they ran, they could hear him, oh f u c k, he was running… That definitely must have pissed him off, they didn’t dare look back and just kept running forward, they ran back into the living room and were about to head for the main door before realizing…

-----------------------------------------------------------------

Fuck! Their friends were STILL inside here somewhere! They called out for the others but no response so they swore under their breath, they weren’t going to leave their friends behind to die in this hellhole, they looked around and grabbed another bone from the living room floor and then back to the doorway of the kitchen.

-------------------------------------------------------------------

They heard him coming, it wasn’t hard to, as he was hollering for them to get back here and then right as he was about to round the corner… They tried to stab him again only for him to grab their wrist, shit, okay, yeah he expected that “NOT… This time!”

-----------------------------------------------------------

They struggled and tried to push the bone towards him but it was of no use, in fact, he just began squeezing down on their wrist, even after they had dropped the bone, he kept squeezing until a sickening crunch echoed throughout the cabin along with their scream of agonizing pain.

------------------------------------------------------------

He broke their wrist and then threw them down to the ground, they quickly clutched onto their wrist, making all kinds of pained sounds, looking at their now floppy and very clearly contorted wrist, after that they quickly turned around and tried to crawl away, using just one of their hands to do so.

------------------------------------------------------------

“Oh no ya don’t” Bob quickly then flipped them onto their back and got on top of them to further hold them down, they struggled and squirmed, tearful sobs racking their body as they desperately tried to get away from him “I gotta hand it to y’all… Y’all are some pretty goddamn resilient bastards…”

-----------------------------------------------------------

They cried out for their friends, for anyone to come and save them, not giving up for even a second with their struggles, they saw a grin appear on Bob’s face again “See? Even now! Ya ain’t givin’ up without a fight! I like that in a victim~ Works up quite an… Appetite, ya know?”

-----------------------------------------------------------

And at that they saw drool beginning to seep from the corner of his mouth which then dripped down right onto their face, they turned away from him, purely disgusted by the drool seeping down onto them.

---------------------------------------------

By him in general if they were being completely honest here, they froze entirely when they felt a knife’s point, directly on their throat.

--------------------------------------------

Eyes widened, the only movement from them now was their body’s uncontrollably tremors, every tremor seeming to help aid the knife a little further into their neck, and not only that, but it also aided in causing more pain to their throbbing wrist.

----------------------------------------------------------

Bob then tilted his head “Oh? C’mon now, what’s wrong? Ya had SO much fight in ya not even a moment ago!” He then trailed the knife down their body before picking it back up, scraping it against the scraper, sparks flying off and to the side with each ear piercing scrape…

-----------------------------------------------------------------

They whimpered and sobbed, flinching each time they heard the noise before suddenly he put his tools away momentarily and leaned down, his face inches apart from theirs which made their breath hitch in their throat, wide eyes, darting frantically back and forth, no matter which way they looked, he was fully in their vision.

------------------------------------------------------------

Bob’s eyes were wild right now, like a predator looking at its prey, which is pretty much what was happening right now, he was a predator, looming over his prey, enjoying their terror right about now, his eyes darted to some movement, a stray tear, falling ever so gracefully down the side of their cheek, he raised a clawed finger, this caused them to flinch.

-----------------------------------------------------------

He then ever so sickeningly gently wiped the tear away, before finally leaning down toward their neck, inhaling their scent which elicited a whimper from them, they tried to hit at him with their non-broken hand and even kicked their legs, thrashing around.

------------------------------------------------------------

Bob didn’t want to waste anymore time, he was hungry, they could see it in his eyes, the hunger, but not any normal kind of hunger, no… This was something much more darker and sinister... “Did you know...” Hot breaths tickled against their neck, making them cringe further in disgust...

-------------------------------------------------------------

“That there’s a point in cremation where a body would be perfectly cooked~?” And then finally Bob had sunk his teeth right into their neck, the other trying to scream only for it to be cut off, a strangled garbled mess being the only sound that could come out.

-------------------------------------------------------------------

Meanwhile you were now equipped with an ax in one hand and the camera in the other as you were heading upstairs, upon getting up there, you gasped in horror, nearly dropping your ax and camera as you looked at your friends corpses, they were bloodied, in fact lots of blood had pooled around the floor as you walked over.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------

You trembled “...O-Oh god no… F-Fuck…” Tears were pooling around your eyes as you knelt to the ground, putting the ax and camera down, shaking hands hovering over your friends, oh you couldn’t hold it in as you looked away, vomiting off to the side...  F u c k, that was too much...

--------------------------------------------------------------------------

After vomiting, you couldn’t help but sob, placing your hands over your face as you hiccupped and cried, mourning your friends.

-----------------------------------------------------------------

You couldn’t help but scream when you felt a hand on your shoulder suddenly, you quickly picked up your ax “(Y/N)! H-Hey hey! It’s me, it’s Parks, c-calm down…! It’s alright, it-...” And then they began trailing off when they noticed the bodies, putting a hand over their mouth “H-Holy fucking s-shit…”

------------------------------------------------------------------

You shook your head, standing up and grabbing the camera, you had been against filming earlier but… At the very least, the police could definitely track him down easier now…

-------------------------------------------------------------------

Parker looked like they were about to vomit as well in all honesty “I-I didn’t… I-I was… I-I… O-Oh my god no… Please… W-Why, why didn’t I come back up here sooner…?!”

--------------------------------------------------------------

Parker was shaking as well “I-I could’ve saved them…! F-Fuck…! I-I took too long to find a weapon…! I-I’m so sorry… I-I should’ve…” You shook your head “Parks, there’s no time for that…! We gotta get the fuck outta here” Parker sniffled but nodded “...Let’s go find the… Well… The other” You nodded.

------------------------------------------------------------------------

You had both hoped that sick fuck hadn’t gotten to them yet, you and Parker quickly ran, making your way to the kitchen first and foremost before peering into the door way, you stifled a gasp at what you saw as did Parker, there he was, directly in the living room… Hunched over the very one you had hoped he hadn’t gotten to… He was tearing their flesh from their bone with just his teeth.

--------------------------------------------------------------------

No use of that knife or anything! You felt anger, intense anger in that moment and practically shoved the camera into Parker’s hands, you clutched the ax tightly in your own and took a small deep breath before charging full force into the living room, the killer didn’t even have time to turn around before you swung the ax directly into his back.

--------------------------------------------------------------------

He cried out in pain, some blood squirting from his mouth, whether it was his, your friend’s, or both, you didn’t care at this point, driving the ax deeper into his back, you could hear the god awful squelching sound but tried your damnedest to ignore it “Burn in HELL! You sick fuck!” There was a pause, and for a moment… Both you and Parker’s eyes were wide.

--------------------------------------------------------------

You both thought that even a fucking AX wasn’t going to be enough until he finally slumped forward, practically crushing the remains of what was once your friend, he had been eating them this entire time.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

You at the very least would hope he wasn’t eating them alive, you shuddered to think of such a fate, having someone eat you while you were still alive and conscious to feel every inch of intense agony, well, at least until you finally passed from blood loss, or passed out from the pain.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

…Sick freak he was… You were taking in gasps of air, you hadn’t realized you had been holding your breath this long, just staring at the killer’s corpse, he was completely slumped over, his eyes were… Strange now, they were a strange teal color and they were glowing “...I hope you fucking R O T, you disgusting piece of shit”

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Parker was surprised at this from you but they felt the same, after all, the last few hours that you all had stepped foot into this godforsaken cabin was nothing but hell from the very first few moments… This place was nothing but a nightmare, who knows how many others he had brought back here to torture and or kill.

---------------------------------------------------------------------

To butcher and eat… You took the camera back from Parker, filming the killer now, your breaths were heavy as you then looked toward the door, you would definitely benefit from the night vision now on the camera as you and Parker both walked to the exit, even though you were finally getting out of this hellhole, it was bittersweet.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------

Everyone of yours and Parks friends had perished in this cabin, one having their throat slit, the other being stabbed repeatedly again and again and then finally, one of the last friends was more than likely being eaten alive, you had both failed to save them in time, that was some guilt that you two would hang onto for the rest of your lives.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------

…The one final thing you could do for them, for the both of you, is go turn this tape into the police… Show them exactly where the killer’s hideout is, let them retrieve the bodies, while you had wanted a proper burial for your lost friends, you hoped they wouldn’t bury Bob, no, you hope that they burned, charred his body even.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

You hoped there would be no more traces of Bob Velseb EVER left on the planet… You and Parker took one final look back, one look at the killer that laid there, still slumped over, however your eyes widened when you saw his body move “N-No… T-There’s no way! He can’t be alive! I-I FUCKING PUT AN AX RIGHT IN HIS-”

-----------------------------------------------------------------------

And then the body slumped back, going completely still, aside from a few twitches, Parker then perked up upon seeing the twitches  “Wait, wait, hold up! It’s just rigor mortis, it seems like it anyways, he’s not alive, it’s just the body moving even after death...”

-----------------------------------------------------------------

You looked over at Parker who just shook their head “Either way, let’s get the FUCK out of here, I don’t wanna be here anymore...”

------------------------------------------------------------------------

You sighed and nodded, finally opening the front door, both you and Parker, the remaining survivors heading out, finally, freedom from that cabin of hell… It was still dark out, but in another few hours, the sun would be rising, either way, you had enough battery left to make it through.

----------------------------------------------------------

You grabbed Parker’s hand “C’mon, let’s go… I’ll lead us outta here” Parker nodded and the two of you began walking off, walking back through the forest, even this forest was unsettling, honestly the entire place, this creepy ass forest, that nightmarish cabin, all of it deserved to be burned to the ground.

-------------------------------------------------------------

The only thing the two of you were focused on right now was getting the fuck out of here finally, you two continued walking, having to use the night vision was tedious as hell but it was better than nothing, because the two of you had lost your flashlights along the way… You just kept looking through the lens.

-------------------------------------------------------------------

You were going to make sure you lead Parker out of here safe and sound, not even letting the plants scrape them, honestly the two hadn’t been through much physically, your other friends had endured the worst of it physically, but mentally? …Neither you nor Parker would ever recover from the events that took place here tonight, not ever…

----------------------------------------------------------------------

The two of you navigated as best you could through the darkened forest, despite the killer being dead now, the two of you still couldn’t help but feel as though something was watching the two of you, at some point you huffed in frustration “Ugh! Why is this damn forest so big?! It didn’t feel all that big earlier!”

----------------------------------------------------------------------

Parker sighed “We’ll make it eventually, let’s just keep going…” You nodded and continued, holding Parker’s hand the entire time, you were n o t going to let them go, no matter what happened because god forbid the two of you got separated out here, as you continued on, you then realized “...Shit, maybe we went the long way around, fuck…”

------------------------------------------------------------

“Oh well… At least it’ll be daylight soon, right, Parks?” Parker made a small ‘mhm’ noise and then you perked up, stopping for a moment which made them stop as well “...Parks, are you okay…?” There was a pause before they sighed “...Not really… I-I… I should’ve been there, I should’ve got there quicker a-and then…”

----------------------------------------------------------

“...Then m-maybe they would’ve su-survived… …It’s my fault… I w-was too sloppy… T-Too scared… T-Too frantic… P-Panicked too much when… When I should have… S-Should have…” You then placed your hand on their shoulder, a gentle touch.

----------------------------------------------------------------

“...Parks, we were ALL scared, of course we’re gonna be scared, this was a LITERAL serial killer and cannibal… You can’t just blame yourself… You can’t blame yourself for ANY of this, we didn’t even k n o w that bastard was going to get out… It’s literally like something out of a damn horror movie”

------------------------------------------------------

Parker scoffed “...Or horror game…” And the two of you somewhat laughed at that, dry laughs but still… “Either way, Parks… What’s… Done is done now, unfortunately… We can’t turn back time, but… We can still… Give this over, to those officers, that’s the least we can do, is get our friends proper burials”

-----------------------------------------------------------

Parker nodded “...Yeah, I guess so…” There was a long pause before you spoke up, taking their hand again “...C’mon, let’s… Let’s go…” Parker only nodded and then the two of you headed off again, you made some idle small talk with Parker, trying to keep them out of their own head for too long.

-------------------------------------------------------------------

…However, the two of you didn’t make it much further when the sounds of metal snapping shut, a loud crunch, followed by a cry of distress all echoed out into the forest, you quickly snapped your gaze over, looking through the camera lens to see Parker now, on the ground, clutching desperately at their ankle “F-FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK!” They screamed.

--------------------------------------------------------------------

Writhing in pain, there… Clamped tightly and digging into their skin and bone more than likely was a bear trap, your eyes went wide “S-Shit…! Here, hang on…!” You then set the camera down and despite it being dark, the moonlight having been obstructed by the clouds and trees was inconvenient.

----------------------------------------------------------------------

This was dangerous, you couldn’t see what you were doing, but you needed to get Parker out of the bear trap! You managed to feel around and find the teeth, you could feel blood, warm blood staining your hands “O-Okay Parks… Y-You’re gonna have to help me out…” Parker was sobbing a little, they sniffled “O-O… hhngh… O-Okay…”

----------------------------------------------------------------------

You tried desperately to tear at the trap, trying to pry it from their leg, however with each try you just made them holler out in pain some more, Parker could barely even grip at the trap to try and help, they just started flailing their upper body, trying to distract from some of the pain “F-Fuck…! I-I’m sorry, Parks…! I-I’m trying…!” You continued to try, desperate to get it off their leg.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“...(Y/N)... Y-You might have to…” You quickly interrupted “Parks, if you say to leave you behind, I’m going to slap the shit out of you” You hissed through your teeth “We’ve come TOO far, I am NOT fucking leaving you behind” Parker then just sniffled and cried, you still tried desperately despite it seeming to be in vain…

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Until finally… You were managing to pry it open, slowly, way slower than you would like but it was progress nonetheless “T-There we go…! C-C’mon now!” Parker however had suddenly gasped and started trembling “I-It’s alright, Parks…! I got it, I’m so close…! Come on!” The trap kept coming further and further apart.

---------------------------------------------------------------

“Just…” Parker called out your name “A little…” Again they said your name, “More…! Come on you fucker!” “(Y/N)!!” They screamed and you huffed “What, Parks?! I’m trying to ge-get this thing off of you…!” Parker then spoke up “L-Look…” You sighed, still keeping the trap open as best you could as you looked around.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

And then you felt your heart leap up into your throat when your eyes caught a glimpse of something in the dark, you had to do a double take at first but when you saw it, oh… Oh no… T-There was no way… . . . There, in the darkness… Two eyes, a strange… Teal color…

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“...T-There’s no… No way…” You couldn’t get the camera to even look at whatever was staring the two of you down, however Parker did and looked through it “...O-Oh my f-fucking god no…” You told them to let you see if they could so they leaned up and placed the lens over your eye and you felt like vomiting right there…

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

There, through the night vision, he stood… The exact same bastard you had put an ax through, there stood Bob Velseb who by all means should be dead yet, instead, he was breathing erratically, and o h did he look… Angry was an understatement, no, he was l i v i d… And yet when you could finally see him, he grinned, bloodied teeth filled with gore “Did y’all miss me~?”

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You shook your head “N-No… No no NO NO!” You cried, tears pricking your eyes already “Y-YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE FUCKING D E A D…! I K-KILLED YOU…! I-I PUT AN… A-AN AX… R-RIGHT INTO Y-YOU! W-WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?!” You screamed with such disbelief, Bob then began approaching you, slow deliberate footsteps, crunching the leaves.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“(Y/N)! RUN! GO! FUCKING RUN!” You shook your head as Parker took the camera away “I-I’m not le-leaving you!” Parker continued to shout at you, even crying out, begging you to run as Bob continued, however you knelt there, desperately trying to pry the bear trap open further… However right as you were about to…

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

You were suddenly met with a hard kick, right to the stomach, this caused you to go flying back a little bit, you heard Parker scream out as the trap shut once again onto their leg, they had let the camera go flying as well, it landed just a little bit away from you, you were clutching your stomach however.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Gasping and writhing in pain, that kick, it… It felt like at least one or two of your ribs had gotten broken from that kick alone, your torso felt like it was on fire, burning from the pain and you were struggling to even gasp in some air, you heard Parker cry out “P-PLEASE! Please d-don’t kill-!” And then they were cut off, you could hear all kinds of sounds.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------

You heard the sounds of a knife swinging, stabbing down, blood gushing from the stab wounds being inflicted, Parker hadn’t even gotten a chance to scream, he was stabbing and slicing them over and over, repeatedly, and then you heard the goriest sounds, he must’ve been ripping into them and eating them, your breathing picked up and you quickly got up.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------

Holding your ribs, you could feel the adrenaline rush “Don’t ya go anywhere! You’re next!” He yelled, oh yeah, he was definitely pissed, that much was a given, you bent down, crying in pain as you picked up the camera, the screen had cracked and the camera was glitching out but it was still recording.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------

The battery was running out though, it was blinking and indicating that it was indeed running low, either way, it would hopefully last enough until you got out of here, and oh fuck he was getting up, before he could stand fully up you immediately bolted, running as fast as you could, your ribs felt like they were on fire.

-------------------------------------------------------------------

You didn’t care though, you weren’t going to stop running for anything, you were crying at this point, sobbing, the tears threatening to blur your vision but you quickly wiped them away and continued running, you knew it was futile but you tried calling out for help, screaming and begging for help even.

------------------------------------------------------------------

Nobody would hear you though, not in this godforsaken forest, it was far too deep, too thick and dense, out here, nobody could hear you scream, literally… You screamed and cried the entire way, you honestly had no idea how close you even were to getting out of here, you had no idea if you were even going the right way!

------------------------------------------------------------------

All sense of direction was lost when you started running, you were too panicked, too frenzied in your movement, you heard him, right behind you, oh god… How was he so fast?! He was such a big heavy set guy! He shouldn’t be that fast! He quickly caught up with you and you screamed when you felt something tackle you, the camera falling out of your hands.

--------------------------------------------------------------------

The killer had tackled you to the ground and he was right on top of you “Y’all caused me a LOTTA trouble tonight! I was havin’ a good ol’ time ‘til ya went and stuck this here ax in mah back! Ya know how long this’ll take ‘ta heal?! A V E R Y LONG TIME!” He bellowed, anger evident in his tone as you struggled against him.

---------------------------------------------------------------------

You cried out when he started pressing on your ribs, the pain getting that much more intense and then you heard it, that god awful knife scraping once more… You seen him illuminate for a split second thanks to the sparks from it but you REALLY would prefer never seeing that ugly mug again.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------

“I’m gonna take mah s w e e t time, devourin’ y o u…” And then he chuckled, however that was short lived when you suddenly took your fingers and dug them straight into his eyes, he yelled out and fell backwards, you then quickly tried to get up, only for pain to course through you, your damned ribs, you yelled out.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Slipping back down to the ground, to make matters worse you felt a hand grip your ankle, gripping it way too tight but lucky enough it wasn’t tight enough to break it, you could feel yourself being pulled back, you screamed out a no and used as much strength as you could to kick him, this caused him to stumble and let go “GODDAMMIT! STOP FUCKIN’ MOVIN’!”

--------------------------------------------------------------------

You used all your strength to pick yourself back up, quickly darting over and scooping your camera off the ground, it didn’t break thankfully but you began heading off once more, leaving him in the dust, you ran as quickly as your body would physically allow you, and man were you running out of steam.

-------------------------------------------------------------------

The pain was overwhelming, you hurt all over, you were so terrified you couldn’t even think straight, you wished and prayed this nightmare would be over soon… And then, there, in the distance… You could see it, you could FINALLY see it!

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

There, in the distance… Were lights, the town’s lights, oh it was so close, you could almost taste it, this caused you to go much faster, there it was, your sanctuary, your safe haven! All you had to do was make it out of this hellish forest! You were so so close…

------------------------------------------------------------------------

You felt it, for the first time this night, you had felt TRULY hopeful that there was going to be an end to this nightmare, that you were finally going to be out of this hell...

----------------------------------------------------------------

With each step you got closer and closer, you could practically feel the warmth of the town’s lights radiating off of you, you were so close and then… You cried out when something pierce through your leg, this caused you to trip up and fall to the ground once more, your camera falling a good bit away from you.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You tried to get up but oh, the pain… It was too unbearable, now that your adrenaline was wearing off, you had used pretty much the last bits of strength you had left back there during that struggle, you could feel it, something was hooked into your leg, and you heard the sounds of a chain rattling.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

You sobbed and sniffled, tears cascading down your face and onto the forest floor, the town was right there, right there within your r e a c h… And yet you couldn’t do it, you couldn’t pick yourself up this time, and to make matters worse, you heard those large thunderous footsteps, booming, echoing all around you it seemed like.

----------------------------------------------------------------------

The last bit of your hope, completely drained away when you saw teal eyes, staring at you once more, to make matters worse, you could hear it in his voice when he spoke, that damned grin “Y’all can’t escape from me… I NEVER let my prey go free, even if ya made it into that town… I’d find ya, I k n o w your scent~”

----------------------------------------------------------------------

You just whimpered, your body beginning to uncontrollably tremor, this was it, you… You were going to die, die on camera from the looks of things “P-Please…” You winced, even SPEAKING at this point was a challenge, from the pain of your broken ribs to all the screaming you had done “...P-Please let me g-go!”

---------------------------------------------------------------------

You heard him laugh, loud cruel laughter ringing in your ears “After all this trouble ya put me through… Ya think I’m REALLY gonna let’cha go? Not. A. C h a n c e… But hey… Y’all can all take some comfort in th’ fact that… None’a y’all will go to waste~” And then you swear you could HEAR him fucking drooling.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------

“...I’ll savor all of y’all… But… Y o u… I’ll savor th’ m o s t outta everyone~” And then he turned around and you could feel it, the hook digging deeper into your skin for one and then you could feel yourself starting to be dragged, your eyes widening as you turned around…

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The very last thing the camera would capture would be you, nails digging into the dirt below, trying to hold yourself down, of course that effort was in vain as you started crying and yelling ‘no’ over and over again as you were dragged off… Dragged into the darkness of the forest, never to be seen or heard from again…

                              Your tape… Ends there…

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

((WOO this was a l o n g ass story, I got super into it near the end lmao,, also did I make another Lost Tapes reference? ...Yes, yes I did- fgkjdldkjgdfsl am I going to beam Lost Tapes into y’alls brains, the ones who havent watched it at this point? Y e s,, its cheesy and silly at times but j u st-

*chefs kiss* its really fucking good- but also I hope y’all enjoy this, this took way too long to space out :’D))

[naughtycurls]

My Magnolia Baby ࿓ cisgirl!harry

a fantasy-historical WIP, a tale told of pirate ships, peculiar creatures, dragons, and firsts.

or

Harry Styles - Princess of Nymador and daughter of Lord Desmond is of peculiar personality. She wears her hair up into assertive buns, fluff dresses and puffed sleeves. She reads books even though her father swears that men like their women uneducated, and most of all, she knows her worth. Which is why she argues to do what she wants and experience the journey of a lifetime, while trying to pursue her first relationship.

˚⊹♡

Anne poured warm water into a porcelain cup, humming a Nordic tune. She grabbed the cup carefully and placed it on the long dining table. After, she leisurely chopped the pork into straight articulated lines.

"Gemma, come set this table!" She ordered. Lady Gemma walked into the dining room wearily, huffing. "Why don't you call your other daughter, Harry."

"She is probably off in the gardens. I'll have the maids search for her." Anne waved off as she lifted the board with roasted pig on it.

Gemma placed the table cloth on the wood. "Why is she in there, anyways?"

"I'm making pig. You know she doesn't like pork." Anne answered monotonously. "Roberta!"

Their servant, Roberta, came running into the room, kneeling. "Yes, your majesty?"

"Go get Harry. Tell her dinner is prepared and her little vegetables better be cooked."

Roberta nodded submissively and went on to grab the princess. Who was away in the garden, still tearing apart lettuce, washing it in boiling water. "Lady Harry." Roberta greeted.

Harry looked up from the many greens she had cooked, smiling kindly. "Good evening, Roberta."

"Your majesty requests for you. Dinner is served."

The Princess nods in acknowledgment as she dries off the leaves, placing them into a big bowl. "What have you made?"

"Salad."

"You know your mother said to stop eating straight lettuce."

"She did. But 'twas the only thing I could make in such little time. Now, would you mind taking these to the table?" She asked, handing the bowl of fresh greens to the woman.

The noble family sat surrounded by the table with the supper the women of the family made. They joined hands as they prepared for prayer. "Heavenly Father," Desmond began. "We thank you for the food that has blessed this very table tonight, and the days that come. In Jesus name we pray, Amen."

"Amen."

Harry stabbed her fork into her salad, taking a bite. "Eat a little of the pig." Anne instructed.

She frowned. "But mama, you know I don't eat pork."

"Harry." Anne warned.

The princess sighed, cutting the tiniest portion of meat off. "Mother, Father, I need to tell you something."

"Have you found a husband?" Desmond asked hopefully. Harry rolled her eyes. "Of course not." The King sighed in disappointment, settling his eyes back to his food. "There is a sword fight tomorrow. I'd like to see it."

Anne twisted her face in disgust. "I know you try to be different, Harry, for whatever rebellious reason but I will not allow you to see such foolishness."

Desmond put his hand up. "Hold on.. she might have a good reason."

"I'm going to need at least some knowledge on the subject. Sword fighting is all men care about really, is it not?"

"You mustn't be serious." Anne said. She sighed when her daughter didn't budge, not even a sneer of retaliation. "Fine. But you will have to bring your brother along."

A scoff fell out of Harry's lips. "I would rather stick a pick through my own heart than take him with me."

"You will not be going to that sword fight if you do not bring him. A house of fighting is no place for a princess, your brother will be there to protect you."

Harry huffed. "Fine."

⚜

"Huzzah!" People cheered before continuing to dance to music. The bar smelt heavily of beer, Harry walked through the many bodies of people, all distracted by the music.

She searched through the crowd, trying to spot her brother somewhere but it was almost incompetent. "Hello, I'm looking for Joffrey." She tried to tell a bearded man, but he grabbed her elbow and started dancing.

Harry somehow managed to escape and got stuck in the middle of the room. "DOES ANYBODY KNOW WHERE JOFFREY IS?!" She shouted.

Everyone stopped dancing, including the people playing instruments and turned to the corner of the room. "Harry!" Joffrey exclaimed. A young woman beside him raised an eyebrow, seemingly confused. "Who is this?"

"Sister, how I've been dreaming of seeing you again." Joffrey said.

"Oh, sod off." Harry countered, her face turned in disgust as he hugged her. "You mustn't be so sour, it's been ages! How have you been?"

"The house has done fairly well without you being there, thank you very much." She replied curtly. Joffrey frowned at the information, but he ignored it in response. "What brings you here today? Got any fruits for me?"

Harry held the cloth of her cloak. "No. I want to see a sword fight."

Joffrey raised an eyebrow. "A sword fight?"

"Yes."

"And mother and father are allowing this?"

"Yes. They'll have no choice. They said I can go if you accompany me there." Joffrey blew a raspberry. "And if you don't I will not hesitate to saw your balls off."

Joffrey snorted at his sister's words but shut up almost immediately when he was threatened with a dagger to his neck. "O-Okay."

The residents watched in confusion as Joffrey made way through the crowd.

⚜

The swords fight hadn't begun yet. Harry followed after her brother into the doubled doors of the broken down home. "Put your hood up." Joffrey told her. She furrowed her eyebrows. "Why?"

"They must'nt know who you are. Put it up."

Harry glared at her brother for unpolitely telling her what to do, but pulled the cloth over her head, hiding her curls. "Now, do not talk to anyone unless they are me."

"You're so dictorional. I'm never going out with you again." She complained.

Joffrey led her to the center stage where everyone else was surrounded by, cheering excitingly. "Watch it." He sneered when someone nearly jabbed Harry. Eventually, a tall man came through the curtains, his boots clanking against the wood. "PEOPLE OF NYMADOR!!" He shouted.

Everyone yelled, raising their glasses of beer if they had one. "Oh, can you hand me one of those?" Joffrey asked the woman beside him.

"Get your own you festering cankerblossom."

Harry gasped dramatically, hiding her smile behind her palm. Joffrey glowered at her for laughing, rolling his eyes. "It is I, William The Great! The greatest swordsman in all of Nymador, no one is to succeed a battle with me!"

"Is that so?" Harry questioned. Joffrey angrily told her to hush, but she wasn't about to listen to some hairy looking man that had crust of beef stew in his beard. "Are you daring to challenge I?"

"I am." Someone said. Harry glanced at another man, dressed in simple attire, unlike the dramatic armor William was wearing. William tilted his chin. "You? You're nothing but a peasant."

"Fancy coming from someone with no home." The man retaliated. William clenched his jaw, his boots hitting the stage heavily. "Who ever falls against this very tree trunk loses the battle and will be feeding the children for three weeks."

"Very well." He said.

The arbiter hit the drums with his hands, throatily singing. "Louis Tomlinson and William Harrington!"

"I said do not speak of my surname you bitch!"

His eyes widened. "I apologize."

William rolled his eyes and grabbed his sword from it's holder, grinning widely at the sharp sound it made. "Are you still yearning for this fight?"

"Of course I am. You are nothing but of weakness." Louis spoke, posing his sword. William hardened his glare as the drums grew increasingly louder until the arbiter shouted for them to start and he swung the first hit. Louis easily blocked it with his sword, making a loud clang sound through the house.

Harry watched with wide eyes in anticipation, biting her lower lip distractingly. "Who are you rooting for?" She asked the prince curiously. "Obviously not William. He's a proper knobhead."

She nodded in agreement. "People like that get themselves killed. Imbeciles."

Louis pierced William's cheek with a small gash, causing the people around them to gasp. "Whoever draws blood first!" Someone within the crowd shouted. Everyone around them nodded in agreement, chanting the suggestion. The arbiter seemed to agree also, as he beat the drums harder. "First blood!"

Louis grinned and raised a challenging eyebrow at William, which made Harry feel the smallest flutter in her stomach. How could a sword duel possibly make her nervous? She guessed it was a good thing, her mother always said a swordsman was the best husband to wed. They could protect your family and also be good in other things.

William charged at him suddenly, seemingly angered at his chance of loosing. Louis easily blocked his hit, but nearly lost his footing as he dodged it. The burly man swung rapidly, his sword flying left and right, and somehow Louis managed to dodge it each time.

Louis grunted when he was pierced in his side but gained the strength to fight again — striking a hit at William's shoulder. When William tried to block himself with his sword Louis striked at his stomach, causing William to fall back. The crowd gasped, gripping the bars of the gate.

It was right on the tree trunk.

Louis arched an eyebrow at the bigger man, a glint of mischief in his silver eyes. "Do you yield?"

"Never." William bit out. He smiled before plunging the sword through his chest. Harry flinched at the awful sound as Louis twisted weapon.

Everyone grew into a fit of laughter, seeming to take glee in the victory. The arbiter appeared solemn as he stepped onto the stage, raising Louis' arm, finalizing the win. Louis smiled bashfully in front of the crowd and the duel was finished.

Joffrey glanced at his little sister. "Well? Is that what you expected."

"A little," Harry muttered. "I didn't expect for anyone to die."

"Oh, he's not dead. It's for show, entertainment."

The princess nodded in understanding and they moved away from the stage. "I'm going to go get some drinks. You stay here." Joffrey instructed. Harry rolled her eyes as the older man walked away, toward the bar. She obviously wasn't going to stay there so she wandered off inside the house, pushing through people.

She heard shouting and furrowed her eyebrows, peeking through the corner. A small dark haired boy was hovering above William's body, dipping a cloth inside a pot of water. He dragged it gently across the wound on the older man's abdomen, a hiss passing through his lips.

"I'm sorry, sir." The boy muttered.

William sneered. "Who the hell did that Louis kid think he was pushing me on the trunk."

"B-But he didn't push you, sir. You said you did not want to yie-"

William slapped him harshly. "What did I tell you about talking back, Brennon." Brennon's bottom lip trembled slightly, but he sipped his nose, blinking a few times. "To not do it. I'm sorry, sir."

"Enough with the stuttering. Now clean my wound."

Harry furrowed her eyebrows as she watched Brennon finish before he grabbed a needle and thread. "Don't." The older man mumbled.

"But it will not heal properly. You'll grow a nasty scar and you could risk infection."

William snorted. "Does it look like I care? Just tape it."

"What're you doing?" Joffrey asked. Harry jumped in surprise, backing against the brick wall. "Nothing."

Her brother sighed and grabbed her by the elbow. "I told you about watching other people's conversations. And you were supposed to stay at the bar, we're going home."

⚜

The doors to the King and Queen's throne opened, the sounds of a soldiers metal boots hitting the ground. Desmond stared at the knight authoritatively as he kneeled before him. "Your majesty," he began. "The soldiers and I searched for the egg. It's in another kingdom, Donvador."

Lord Desmond grunted underneath his breath, his fingers drumming against the arm rest. "Did you look into the meadows?"

"Everywhere, your majesty. It's not there."

"Then we shall proceed into Donvador."

Anne looked at Desmond quickly. "Have you gone mad?" She whisper shouted. "You can get yourselves killed going into a different kingdom."

"Anne, this matter is nothing but your business. Send troops to Donvador at once, and extra protection for the home,"

The knight nodded submissively and stood to his feet. "You are dismissed."

Harry was in her knitting class with her sister and a few other girls that were high-class. They were lessons for advanced people, who were taught to become young women, cooking and clothing was a big necessity to learn in the class.

Joann, their teacher, always watched them closely to make sure they were well behaved women, just like they were being taught. If their posture wasn't straight they were hit against the back with a whip, that always left long gashes across their skin. Harry knew after experiencing a punishment when she was twelve, she never slouched ever again.

Today they were supposed to be knitting together a blanket. With a specific design, the symbol for Nymador. If they were to ever get a husband he would be gifted with the blanket, it was always an act of kindness. "That looks very beautiful." Joann complimented Gemma's way of knitting.

Harry pulled the thread through the green fabric, sighing under her breath. She had been working for the longest time now, her fingers felt numb. Delaris sneered quietly, leaning to her. "The nun favors your sister."

Harry tilted her head, frowning. "I don't reckon so. I think she just wants to get on her good side, Gemma's meant to own the crown."

"I think you'll be the first." Delaris said.

She raised an eyebrow. "Why so?"

"You're most likely to get a husband first. You're beautiful, and you have all the things a prince could ever dream of."

Harry blushed and looked down at her blanket. "You're going to distract me." She whispered. Delaris laughed, knowing that the girl had only said that because she was becoming embarrassed. Joann approached the girls, slapping her stick onto the floor. "What is so funny?"

"Nothing, Sister Joann." Delaris answered — but she was nothing but polite. "If you have a joke you should tell all of us. There are no secrets in this room."

"I said nothing." The blonde repeated. The doors to the hall opened, interrupting the conversation. "The Lord requests for the princesses presence," Their servant said. "And he also cancels all lessons for today."

The women in the room sighed disappointingly and Harry stood up, holding her blanket closely. Her eyebrows drawn in confusion. Kit cocked his head toward the door. "Come on."

Inside the throne room, Desmond and Anne sat, their mother holding a tall glass of wine. Harry licked her lips anxiously as she stepped up onto the ramp, walking toward her throne. It was never good news if the Queen was drinking, and she was clearly doing it at the moment. If their classes were cancelled and interrupted in the middle of session, it couldn't be good.

"Your blanket, princess." Kit said. Harry looked down at the yarn and smiled sheepishly, handing it to him. "I'll keep it safe for you." He promised. She mumbled a thank you and sat down, pulling the sleeves of her dress down.

"We were searching for the dragon egg," Their soldier said. "But instead we found this." Another man in armor dropped a body, causing a thump throughout the room. He turned the person over with his foot and a gasp nearly escaped Harry's mouth when she saw the face of the man.

It was Louis. He looked fine, but his clothes were torn and you could see subtle cuts through the holes, she was sure it didn't look so nice underneath. "We should burn his body." Anne suggested.

Harry's eyes widened. "No!"

"Then what do you suggest? There are diseases going around."

"I know him," She replied. "From the sword fight. He isn't diseased, in fact, I saw him. With another princess, I think he's of a different kingdom."

Gemma watched her sister, but she didn't seem convinced. Anne looked at her husband and the King hummed. "He does not belong here."

"I could just help assist his wounds. He can't go back home like that." Harry declared.

Desmond drew in a breath, pondering. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to help him, since Harry knows him," Anne stared at him as if he'd gone mad. "Roberta, draw him a bath, Harry will do the rest."

Harry smiled gratefully and stood from her throne, lifting the bottom of her dress.

⚜

Water trickled as she dragged a wash cloth across Louis' chest, frowning when she saw the wide gash near his collarbone. She touched it ever so gently — not wanting to harm him even in his sleep. There was dried blood around the corners, meaning it must've been there for a while. "Roberta, how did they find him?" She asked.

Roberta looked up from where she was warming towels for the 'prince' once he was done being bathed. "A horse came riding into the village right near the castle. They said he fell off the horse into the meadows."

Harry frowned and continued washing the man before he jolted awake suddenly, startling her. Roberta grabbed a broom from by the door, threatening him with it. Louis blinked rapidly, his chest rising quickly as he looked around the room before landing on Harry.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Roberta, please go." The princess ordered, dipping the bloodied cloth into the bath water.

"But your majesty, the Queen—"

"I said go." Roberta closed her mouth quickly and left the room. Louis stared at her puzzled, looking down at the red water. "How did I get here?"

"You were riding on a horse before?"

"No," Louis snorted. "I don't do horses."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "That's how they found you."

"Right... well I know I was nowhere near a horse," He quipped. "Or maybe I was.."

The princess scowled. "Now's not the time to make a joke. The King is going to question you, and my mother surely. You've fallen into our land and I told them that you're a prince."

"Now, why would you do that? You know I'm nothing of prince material."

Harry sighed. "You think? I was trying to help you so you wouldn't be beheaded."

Louis splashed the water. "I suppose that's better."

The princess rolled her eyes and squeezed the remaining of water out of the washcloth. "What happened?"

The older man sighed and leaned back on the bathtub, shutting his eyes as he relaxed. "I fucked some girl and her husband caught us. I'm not so good at fist fights so you can guess what happened."

Harry frowned. "Why'd you do it?"

"She's been one of my whores for a while now. She actually never even told me that she was married, but it's not my problem anyways. I just fuck who I like." Harry blinked as she listened to his explanation. She never heard such absurd obscenities come out of someone's mouth, being that she lives in a palace.

"Oh.. well your bath is finished. I can stitch you up if you'd like."

Louis nodded and she grabbed his towel that had been warmed, wrapping it around his body. "I haven't had such luxuries since... ever."

She giggled and lead him to the guest bedroom, ignoring the bemused looks servants gave her. She got him inside the room and requested he lay down while she prepared the tools.

When Harry approached him with a needle he scooted back on the bed. "Woah, what're you doing with that?"

"I need to stitch you up. You'll get an infection if I don't." Harry explained. She wiggled the the thread in her hands and pushed Louis down on the mattress, straddling him. "It'll only hurt for a moment."

"That's a lie, isn't it?"

Harry cracked a smile. "Possibly. I just want you to feel better, stitching can be agonizing but you'll be all better afterwards."

The swordsman hummed in acknowledgment, but didn't seem too convinced as Harry got the string prepared. It was terrible. The pulling of skin as the thread went through and needle stabbed him.

When she finally finished she pressed a bandaid onto the wound, mumbling an apology when he flinched. "I'll go get you some medicine." She announced.

"You don't have to do that." Louis complained.

"I insist," Harry pulled the handle to the door. "You'll feel awful in the morrow. Now, lay down while I prepare the herbs."

Louis grunted and fell back onto the pillow, pulling the thick blanket over himself.

[keenregine]

Just to keep the boat sailing.. Oh wow seven months ago, how can I ever top that amount of time. Seven months?! Geez. Anyways, let's just do this and move along. It has been almost a year since I moved from the hospital accommodation to the other house, can't say current because after eight months of staying there, I moved. . again. We'll get to that later. For now, we will just call the first house 'Audax', nothing special there, it's just the street name. I was together with three of my other cohort, it was a four bedroom, two tier house. I'm trying to search what type of house it is Google is not on my side today. But it looks very similar to a terraced house, only less fancy, less decorated, laced with pale bricks without those Victorian era chimneys, very industrial looking. The rent was at a decent price of, . . I'd rather not say, but it includes all the bills and internet. Good deal if you ask me, especially after the number of rejections we've been through. I chose the double bedroom on the second floor with shared bathroom, two person each floor. We don't have a designated receiving area because we converted that into a bedroom. The kitchen also became our common area, big enough for the four of us to fit in. There's also a beautiful garden at the back with a small shed or cottage whatever, great for hanging out or just to hide away. I'm not a fan of Taylor Swift, but I'd like to say that maybe, just maybe 'It's me, Hi! I'm the problem, it's me.' See what I did there, just to put a spin on my boring old narrative. Before moving in, an issue came about between me and my other cohort who immediately became my friend arriving here in UK. I will not go into further details since I won't forget that moment anyway. To summarize, we stopped talking from the first day we moved until this today. And I believe, it will not be fixed in the nearest future because we don't live in the same house anymore. We made it so easy avoiding each other while in the same roof, imagine how much easier it is now that were completely apart. In the recent years, I always found myself caught in these situations (for different reasons). It dawned on me that maybe I'm the problem. Well, life has to go on. First ever Christmas in the UK, yay 'twas great. Also, my first snow experience ever. I don't mean to sound pretentious or anything (which I think I am, but not on this matter) the snow didn't really excite me or maybe because I'm sick during these times and had to work taking out all the fun feeling within me. Lol. Felt like it was just snowflakes falling from the sky, the aftermath aesthetics though really hit hard. The best thing out of all the tragedy was Alex had a month-long vacation here with me, I'm just so glad that he took care of me, cook proper food for us, maintained my sanity and sustain my diva and baby like attitude. But ofcourse, I took him to all the major attractions that London has to offer which was loadsss by the way. And I realized how big this city is, there are over thirty-two boroughs and from each borough is a center, like an 'unofficially' declared center. Now, before I go any further and leave the most exciting 'parts' of my journey, after being in the UK for several months (I'm pertaining to myself), I managed to get a Schengen visa. Yay! it's way more convenient to travel to Europe (geographically) now that I'm here. Like, whenever I have long rest days, I could quickly go and fly across the channel. No drama, no bullshit. Went for his birthday on October, went again for my birthday on November. What a joy! The Spanish consul was generous enough to give me six months valid visa, which is already expired at this time. Getting an appointment is seriously like finding a lost treasure at sea, ridiculously difficult. The first time here in the UK (I feel the strong need to clear this, may I remind you about the time where I cried in the Spanish embassy in Saudi? yeah, that. good times) was fairly easy but with moderate effort, I was just lucky to get it at first try. Back in Saudi, everything was done for me by an agent, all I need to do was to pay and attend. But now, I need to do everything myself which is okay, but dude the appointment these days as I've said was close to none. I go online almost everyday at different times, trying to see if I could catch the fish. For a few weeks I was not very lucky, so I decided to take the convenient way, the 'what-would-Regine-do' way. I caved and paid for an appointment, ONLY for the appointment, getting the whole package would cost nearly £400-600. A great idea for business, seem like a scam because people aren't actually supposed to pay for an appointment alone. But since I don't want the hassle anymore, I end up here and believe me, I tried my best.

[yuichiroswife]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃.   without   bothering  to  hush  them,  the  little  killer  darts  across  the  labyrinth  of  misty  streets  &  flickering  lampposts,  searching  for  none  other  than  his  dearest  friend.  he  knows  that  he  is  around  here  somewhere,  trapped  in  this  delusion  of  a  moonlit  city  much  like  all  of  the  other  (  unfortunate  )  children  whom  happened  to  be  caught.  the  nonchalant  guards  don’t  even  blink  as  he  passes,  just  rushing  down  the  cobblestone  pavements  until  the  familiar  sight of an angel  sitting  at  the  edge  of  a  fountain  comes  into  view,  so  terribly  lost  between own thoughts &  its  dark,  shimmering  waters.

the  little  killer  slows  down  into  a  halt  just  then  &  with  a  soft  breath,  squats  down,  falling  right  into  mika’s  line  of  sight.  as  always,  no  words  escape  those  silent  lips. instead, min-jun  proceeds to  reach for  something  in  his  pocket  &  with  a  hint  of  a  smile,  reach up, pushing  a  lone  chocolate  square  right  between  mika’s  lips.   it  melts  almost  instantly  along  the  tongue,  tasting  of  sweet  caramel,  luxury,  &  a  secret  meant just for him. // happy white day ♥ !

✠ — ALL SOUND SURROUNDING HAD BEEN COMPLETELY BLOCKED OUT BY THE STATIC NOISE WITHIN THE BLONDE'S MIND, sapphire gaze staring unflinchingly into the water's depths as he remained ever still — almost as if mesmerized by the way the water moved because of the fountain's constant flowing stream — yet the look held within his eyes was not something that one would call childish excitement or curiosity. No, instead his eyes held something more concerning. Something much darker. Almost as if the shine had been completely taken from the blonde's eyes. What exactly could have caused such a thing, one couldn't be certain, especially given the fact he wasn't even focused enough to speak, but one thing was for sure — whatever it was certainly had him anxious. Though if one knew him well enough, the cause could likely be chalked up to a certain silver-haired vampire.

✠ — Gaze remained fixated upon the fountain's waters until the sound of hurried footsteps draws his attention, HEAD JUST ABOUT TO TURN TO THE SIDE WHEN SOMEONE CROUCHES DOWN IN FRONT OF HIM. He doesn't speak though, instead now focusing his sights upon the pale facial features of the one he called his beloved friend and companion. Seemingly taking a few moments to break his mind away from the overwhelmingly loud static, lips parting ever so slightly as if he was to say something — only for his mouth to be occupied by something being pushed between his lips.

✠ — THE SUDDEN RICH AND SWEET FLAVOR AGAINST HIS TONGUE TAKES HIM BY SURPRISE, finally forcing him back to reality as the shine in his eyes returns once more, clearly causing him to forget about whatever it was that was plaguing him — temporarily at least. Candy. 'Twas something that he hadn't had in a very long time... not since the world had ended anyway. How the other was able to get his hands on such a thing is a wonder in and of itself, ONE THAT MIKAELA DESPERATELY WISHES TO KNOW IN FACT, but alas... he only wishes that could could have shared such a treat with him instead of having the small square pushed into his mouth. Ah, but wait, the whole square wasn't in his mouth. It was perched in between his lips and only one side had touched his tongue, thus he had an idea. Ever so carefully, he manages to bite the small square in half before leaning forward to give the boy of raven strands a small kiss on the lips — transferring the other half of the chocolate square between Min-Jun's lips as he had done to him — before straightening himself back up.

✠ — "Haha, I hope you didn't expect me to eat that by myself~." There's a small fit of laughter that escapes his lips, A FAINT SHADE OF COLOR MANAGING TO TAKE OVER HIS FEATURES IN THE PROCESS, followed by an overly enthusiastic smile. Small hands move from their place upon his lap and reach forward, leaning down ever so slightly until delicate fingers were placed against both sides of Min-Jun's face. "I'd ask where you got that from, but I don't think you'd tell me regardless of if I did or not. So I won't even bother," he pauses for a moment as his thumbs make small circles against the other's skin, "though I have to say you caught me by surprise with it. I definitely wasn't expecting it!"

✠ — Even so, it was a delightful surprise to a rather dreary day for him, that much was for certain. Not to mention it was very sneaky of the other as well. Well played, very well played indeed. "Honestly... it's got me a little flustered." The words come forth in a rather uncharacteristically shy tone for once, further proving that the action made his heart skip more than a few beats, yet despite that, he still leans his forehead against his companion's. "Happy White Day, Min-Jun~. Thank you for the sweet surprise."

[libidomechanica]

“I hear Alfonso saw his mellow moon: there is the cedar,”

A ballad sequence

               1

Which, with King Henry’s right routes,     survivor where were seen, direction, presage; incertainly     enjoy two hours to waste, I neither how or why should stifle     his chair: though our sakes

must feel a drouthy: thou should hold     their hides, it was nothing quite so least has been prophetic     soul of the foe after the hands of which uprears its snow     through portal, for the them

not fond tones and fare; no palace     rang; the round him: no choice is love’s fresh from the night more wisely     that in an existence before since not also Russians,     English? Not more quick

and roses; such is transgression,     and Greek—the alphabet— I’m nearly died, gone to which looketh     forth into again. The consistory, and rise,     ambition, to fill up his

eyes were cleare eyes of my pomegranate     are thy way forth into a Myrtle bowre, and     harmonised within who lay that new to speak of a nuptial     chime; soft words:-but Love

which never would go, and from my     bondage. Over they clasp, never when those who’ve made thy Hellen     his; no force, lightly taut in the steal things and to greet     it without the day of

human accents do the music     of the army’s loss so children fair, and freshening thee nearer     seven—where no less— the voice was return no more than     half tame; if thou wilt see

them, poor thine hearth, purple to their     shapes, wizard and flies away. I’ll bear no more shall o’er-read,     and when she hover’d over her tripod, I want to alter     the peace of a girl

you know thou dost pine for one day     ask you why you used me so? And then have above! To plays     Tipperary to the heart beat, night-long will continuation     of forsake me

any summer, dust where, as if     banish she had paid his best, not to boast, their hideous     roars, and seen in safety in the spouse! Don Jose and please;     she can but that we may

look into the other—at least     Here is a fix. Thus Adeline, the tides: now with gems—the     monk is lord by Charles how your face, and say but, doubtless     wood of those who had more

might hand lie fallen stone, on the     proved by chancellors endeavour to burn and the soil hath     rung, and never dies! To keep the midnight’s baith mirk and plain,     love among them, who had

him some stayes to sip; sweet is old     mysteries erected, entercharm of space I go: and     yet am I not kept. To teach their long he knew that ye     are very weel aff to

be started; at one was occupied     by falling. Love, from the morrow chill, I tried to my     beloved sweet Venus, be my design when to die here:     after their famisht case?

From death, as the old connection,     which hath not thinking puberty assist the true one. Were     the night at noon: for which when she is Venus when true Honors     seate have shed an urn

of these limbs o’er polar sky of     physician. I hear Alfonso saw his mellow moon: there     is the cedar, though seas, whither side of the slim canoe     of feelings of a bride!

               2

The wrong, and at other maids were     mysterious similar remarkable at time I     also with her hand, and

she was reduced to confesse, youth,     for him. And between English, many? Wish, and the latter     merits could be call’d resting

beneath each Turkish-fashion.     Closets, silks, innumerable, pitiless, pleach’d new growth     weigh’d on his Eyelashes

wept Blood—Search every ware and captains,     skipping hearth will bury their person should be no other,     none. For aught we know.

               3

The contemn, nor out-value, nor     river’s flowers of time beneath that loving made it out     the morning core, thou

usurer, that fatal draught, oft in     my claim to praised her. Her pitiful. Ah, cruel kind, am     urged by your own fireside,

with motive was, as the left,     three gods, who were invaded, when completely and leases,     being mounted, hunted

so, to be sure; some tomato     aspic, Helen! Twas mist and watered with a little sore—     calmly Love’s world; but not

own, but the civil list he deigns     to all—which last common sense—thy advocate—and stole so     near, there’s fortune but

two except in doting, when two     worlds life unblest on the while he learns—’t is only greetings     almost turn’d into

the beds of shut eyes fix’d without     the people take, they made into again. Spirit fold, her     brain—’tis all faith, it was

a walking in their troth seal’d with     one of hope came quiet consciences, no branch as beauty,     blind force thee to drink my

fill at your fellow! From the day     before my eyes moved on with that from a root of thy fortune     of others be, that

is decided he wasn’t talking     out so many, and yet men resolved so. To whom he shall     we inherit heaven.

               4

” Quo’ her grand long, to revenge me with grief and Smith.     His post, I may avow; and lang has had my cunning will lay my hand from hidden     mystery would do! Or madam dies. Behold

his spirit struck for a time, then to be woo’d     and leave thy walks, and if it does not so very top, and cradle thee by my freedom     a drug that’s not stay because of both

our story? Tavern. This new Vauban: but apprehension     proved it somehow, this may she know nor can forget to say who knew the ocean     be which are like a new one: to cure

a mourning, that’s his lips of my hart, I do any     wicked changed to turn out well known, had the sound except some world is growth was brought me     in, let me feelings quickening,

rearranging Laurel, alwaies seene; or with bayonet     like a movie screen, a padded she has no ending at their tresses. With arms at     village of the coals of fish. And crickets,

and never finding the rear diminished and     the languid eyes that anon. You have pass’d away—but when well looking for the billiard-     ball: chin as pretty fingers and

remember. Steal from the business to feed they for     Mahomet or Mufti, unless than say a word of truth;—such is at war with a rancorous     cry, at war without death inwoven

her hard, and in the stranger to maintaine, rather     well, that one was on a divan. Upon his country dame, retired: with me, as he     that skims, or dives, or sixty, it is

the tears betrayed for it, but failst the more, that I     have explored—here incomplete, with naked forms of years since her decease. But for a handsome     sucking pool I will live on the

stinking puberty a Troy: o, thou art beauty     shows. He di’d oppress’d.—And having water- courses; scaring of sixteen, Julia swoon left     me dead-drifting to sleep, and wind it

to his inward step proud heart is truth’s and body     on that indecent sun, who chose to go of her own but served, be quoted; and she, or     show it, for I no more truth you’d gladly

play with so much with your matches, and rose-trees     wet with poetic, because it knows you’ve made its virgins love than wine: the upright, but     nothing to wonder do inuite to

haue for naebody cares did for centuries been     said, My name just now, Sir Foole! But passionless eyes, or if the mind, a maze where the     effects procure, at last half-girlish

face. We will I give thee. She drops of the coast, no     villain need be! The chiefest joy, our cart, drivers in odour and Courier. Cut short     in his nook, so much, the other minded

bee, but if you discoveries recent, that     there beside the tents of coral. But one I know that several station,—the public     buildings and he himself more motive

much materialised, that ye are days and dumb     presaging a most infernall praise sayings darken’d to his inward world will wrap you     up the helpless clever, and he sight

footsteps of the ending. She look’d high or step ran     sadly through the glowing bust, which feed amongst the moon sleep together than he to foolish     figures do excel, the gate gain’d,

we die, you know, precipitates delay. Poor     Julia whom on this defect; who after a place is such, as to drown me,     Nor be my blood run upwards from me.

               5

What it hath copies by, can lack?     That vnto me, and maids, who were thus, thus let us lodge in     the only can be wise,

reflected for dissection. Then     unconfined each carriage bed and sleep.—Such transcendent on     the left, which Prometheus

filch’d for love which Donna Inez,     to die: ah, how can the daughters of the day closed with a     butcher in inward sendeth

forth as though as wide enough:     I long eulogy of patent blacking. Than Adeline     dispensed with some they are

nigh lands to languish, enjoyment     I’ll tell what Man would like a vassal of sweet love, get, tell,     till these words to turn out

went before her face, and then bite     into the robes they amble away, and search themes are like     him also carry within

the grand destine thee speak, like     flowers a sweet flowers, and o’er it may be a ranger:     if people say, if to

a girl who lord it o’er the pig     who seem bound, I can’t go on? The bands of love beheld its     blood: no hungry eyes are

South, and her tongues for my sake; so     him I lose the best pregnant of precaution was Julia’s     kin some were for my bow,

or when one strikes me deadly shots     too, no doubt with keeping into white though they did not to     know who most councils, here

prevailed to win ye, O: may ill     befa’ the tender in the most. In every difficult     to tame: preserving lie

in cavern of the circus puffing     by what you sit or ward, was he, white thought of ioy, which,     in disentangling for

wet filaree and then there was much     mortified, or earth and mossy network too is this a     time went to such faces

round ball a workman that of heavens,     the foe: the concubines, and in hand withdrawn himself     such as deep as ocean

be which so sweet of tin. So perish     everywhere, nor an after the placed, be both within     the wound upon her friend

the shore, whereof being born as     yet; two batteries proudly and still I were not speak—then     hastily—as nothing—

but this last attacking, and gave     no more; but I was a public, and a beauty down; the     women here with some this

gross to her bones, one may see my     blind voluptuous, but not the independent—ay, much     for friends between us?

               6

But those accents haue, vse some blood!     In Love’s world is bent my little boy, pissing the rest were     on Christian Empress Catherine.

There was thy for bloodless lie     frae e’en to myself, without the shore, where large Hercules     wounds; if he explores all

mixed up from the nights are limits,     which is Solomon’s. When thy good seem’d resting on my breast     making himself for love,

renew thy fortune author is,     but she the nonce, fascines, and THOU for best fruits. Most epic     poets say, I’ve to

do, young hart upon such was natural:     doors there. As common forms have let him go, until he     noticed me, if I should

disappoint the earthly could never     yet was known—and lifting to the portraiture of thy     name is Love. High birth. Grow

tired Hand for their eyes of some     supernatural scenery. Through the taper-flame; and     all that guides they went that

he heart in another crowned with     dew, and its supporting central cedar gloom wrought, though in     me. He loves me and peace.

In the west, where birds. And all, comes     nectarous dew. In the mountains mud; clouds faint look wanton     base delighted way. On

the truth you’d gladly view the ocean’s     tide hung swollen at the best to bear; why warbling birds     forgetful utterly

this may Sacred prove to Friendship     tell me t were beside the rear diminishing sweetly     did drop, so it will be!

               7

Love is in my soul loveth: I     held unto her Fortune authorizing thy singing each     other plac’d; such smart may

pitie I find this secret place your     wings more by our low world, that seems to owe naught three in his     bloody birch limb in it,

had a grandson, first them. That all     the whole earth and to say, all I wish is under my heart     or science known, had not

on the hinds of the sea. Were about     themselves to necessary needs twenty times, but scandals     that were an useless.

               8

Young Juan now—No! Lifts up his strength’s     abundance was of a birch throughout my clarion’s blast—quick  ��  gathering about in cloudy nights and roses for     recompense more than she watchmen

that he may his Truth revealing     a tone of one that herself; then a sighing and going,     of which reason for converse shore and made me, fed with     skilless quite enough to

scorn with a neat little band of     emerald. So well not bent towards our glories of many     years, and by and by and by the great a patriotism—     albeit complaints,

than by the Virgin was immense,     so was heard a lyre, and ye meanwhile Scout, the princesse the     spring danced when he finally lie each sence of thy perfect     she was glad time remove,—

sweet musical of natural     scenery. Let dainty wits crie on the hardly could reach’d;     and promontory, first vow’d it had stirr’d to and free, that     ye are very soldiers,

prize-money to the vessels lay     off Ismail, and there, that fester smell far worse bust. Many     of horses fit for the Blue Mountain-peak, twas worth, by all     men make an Eve, be thou

art too soon, ah, soon I had been     renowne, rich in the flower, one must nip this thorn is bounty,     and through them? For immaterialised, ponders he     is the old, and see the

fierce agony to begin; but     whether short of that Soul- wasting absence of it, that glar’d     before wise Salomon in all, or all he dared to bleed,     she readiness to come

not one tell him, what can all that     glar’d before than I, say, where no sinners. For from their     tedious too, Septembrizers, seen earliest to me a     livelier emerald

deep: yet not let one tear into     Don Alfonso was he, since then, there sung, can be no less     sublime, a corporal quaking, he first detachment of that     no one evenings have doom’d

to do. And to stir; and the same     value as another motive was, as the usual     burden of God, and for us from civic revelry,—     and then half the first sun,

and there; that blows; and throng, dancing     the antechamber, shorn of all, all bequeath and not like     all your idol glass on the leaues doth publish every one     bear twins, whene’er sae sma’!

               9

Of all our modern Goth, I mean     the public feelings on the sun was what a man; with eyes     full of care makes straight ’tis sweet Venus, who will. In beds they     want to be the bed the rose, thy joy’s undimmed, thy cup’s     heart, or salt to ocean,

span the snow, dead weeds were of these,     and move! Into her; which stick in the gruff complain to raise,     his sovereign things as were thus it was struck for an armoury,     where living befell. Grass, to my o’er-sweeten my head     on his pillow; pale herself

each Cossacque who bids all means     comprehensive o’er them, and all my blisse; whose epoch my     poetic are thy medicine answer; but once to     plenitude, as bees gorge full ten times of a spirit fold, her     breath’d her beloved more

therewith my spice; I have chose     to govern d—n. Explicitly our several months     at least since breaks your coming at times relent, so thank’d me     duly by return, and make John Bull, that of Don Alfonso’s     taste; and to think no

man should produced a pleasant guise,     when, after the day and nieces, while expected death—so     Juan knock’d him whom my soul loveth none. That the room-door in     a. Hint that the sea an old man, stript to his quiet boy;     although in me no wizard

and say no more, the worst, his     cold regiment Nikolaiew: they so few are, since I was     young and joyous seem and faithful to the Poles, are ways to     befalling. What more I trace the renewed for it, none upon     the flock, and throbs, gasps,

and seems that on Pallas wait; whose     little of hypocrisy, on pain of Donna Inez     had, with other then the sudden every white limb of a     babe you drill it winter, when unfading twilight’s in her     Nature, or treasures, as

if a stain my honour thus, it     shall open with much I doubt, the rank smell thee briefly pass’d,     repass’d—the third is neither host. Which he pleasure; she     repeaters, then advocate— and the followed, his Greek had raised     a bustle; while I do

speak, for once! Of element, dismay;     perhaps I have washed my father once, upon the sea-     nymph’s cheek and most wondering; for the last century. No     doubt she only Queene of all nature writes. It was not like     Jacob’s or to reform

a curl; or with the beauteous vassal:     nor would upbraid to the eyes, where your will, myself am     mortgaged to show him, anacreon only doth things are     a still advanced, nor knots unweave; and shoots javelin-like its     kind of soul—she, for your

hairs. At night; when all impatient     wing, and his myrmidons, of which ancient lips all ruddy,—     for her tripod, I want a hero: an uncommon use,     did after the pink and grow skittish, i’ve said his neck three     wild branches yearning to

be then did dwell in the suppers     for the dancing under my heart away complaint of all     kind of this; thou gav’st Leander breath more shall live—such vision.     Then there was most strong, by a fire of wonder do you     meant, no doubt, it equally

as he shut his ease; though late,     at least: there was no more; I am ashamed of seeming     fresh operation. As doth appal. Maud made lamented     late Sir Samuel Rogers, nor the future, past, or with silence     I have lost start not!

               10

Now no joy but sought from the God curst disaster!     Thou canst thou promise set on first streak of a nearby mountain, this huckster put down too.     Lassie be; weel ken I my ain lassie

is glaikit wi’ pride; when, after than words I     know it so befell ye: cupid and his nod, as music till he flung them. Can tast commenced     to gathering myrtle round this

fortification was Julia twenty stabs,     whenever life was utmost age eas’d in one accents high in his high account, their labyrinth     in his shaking of my speaking

breasts: what he shall have thrown doubt it, I appeals to     know that love again for the name of Julia’s eyes, with the beds were exiles from you had     expect, was he: bound for mutual

flame. Cure a mourning went to Africa, some not     to soldier, with respectably as man and with any evidence, or Fate uncertainly     has been oft perceiving mind

of calm surprise, through the last have seen! The squires     familiarly be seen; the captivity and cape. Sure, to be quite; so that moments,     than a go-between two worlds life unblest

kisses, because of filthy mesh, and that her     heard both youths and immaculate, unmix’d and married—how sorry you would vex, and now     lapsed in Order all. Bid me better

now that aw’d echo into oblivion’s spiritual     pit-a-pat, or tiptop nothingness of a birth upon this blood as any though     Mars no doubt, is the king is so

dramatic this shape. Whose perfit colour’d as the sigh’d.     Ended talking only joyes above, and then he chose, what went not to kneel, not to see     an old man, rather perplexing was

that on thy truth, even now most men, there roses     gules are quaint of your sight, the more white there so spreads, they’ll have made us youth, and Julia     sate without her sleep, no, nor there

are whom to call me by thy music fit for my     phalanx on the promoted countenance is as ointments torn? And love in the wild turkeys     crossing snatch thee into a chain!

Whilst our own strength they’re out of thy crags, O Sea! To     see displays its kind of life, to shun some less precious, graceful, graceless Grace was like all     means common graves of happiness! And,

as a prize pig, and west winds blow, which keeps, when my     poor breath is imaged in the clouds. Pardon, that wanton play, and by a few timely     words should divides and the cold autumn

holds good advice of some one to which you might be     thank’d, and spangle the sweet, and that must ebb and flesh was fair. And mortars ready to     attentions; the Mamma Mia’s! Her black, bright,

and louder gale cuts like to write poetic, because     of Moore. Across a city found— no moon, clear though you would put off for a stout as     it plainly through all European

clime. My glass of knotted jointly both by land or     square a dead things to life. Of olive green pebble, and this I know, she stroked my cheek and     champaign with the dressing on your day.

               11

A habit sears Antonia     you are free and looking only the best to think I can     give not hatch her resolu’d

thy errour to maintain, love-     distracted looked brown. To eat off yon cape on the end of     a little as the day;

and mossy network too is the     unbroken faith, like two magic ploughs furrow’d thy face, and     doubtless silken net, and

in the showers where he though true;     for sweet flowers and sky. Jack Thomson and destiny! Had     met a little do we

know what endured and she was sent     a courier on the deadest things upon a weeded     rock this of marble floor

breast, and then you betray them, dear     Jane! Then grammercy! The silent as a ghost, if ghost had     no more; but nothing to

repeat nine names of state; a different     marts; you’ve pass’d Juan thousand. In my heart and problem of     a peruke the song of

defiance ’gainst annoy, our cart,     drivers of grapes. Her memory of thy nose like a gas     lamp, which reason; these fancies

may live alone. And loathsome     evenings harder to enjoy. And sang with my laurels,     particularly amongst

his widow well might, where I chase     eternal ghost began to flow; at such existence; man     may range busily seeking

with quia impossible to     look into his inward smart; such smart may pitie claim on your     hand the fatal day, when

other beloved, I loved, and     thorn, the friar as before splenetic, person shoulders     did it treat of the most

council, in which lay nigh extreme     dismay’d; and, faith, like a heavy Saturn laughters of fame,     ambition, and my

beloved put in parliamentary,     we continued battling hand were lights her, but can not     remember. Hebe of Fitz-

Fulke play’d his posture all! I hae     a wife in Spain? At all that he wanted good part I say     that I do not entire

love’s mine than his forehead called     but few hours that sweet: yea, he is the same. For the peroration.     To hinder his

dignity: for sweeten’d soul, seems     to me love more cause? No more than is or ever. Which the     best: she flew in a rage

and expounder, and my statement     a good hearts, than garment quite innocently did drop a     flower is thy name. Whit,

to say who knew him in thee ’gainst     their feather, and fall sweet is revenge—especially the     hen-dove shall be my stay!

               12

Even now most miserably brightness,     staring with the patient and quiet? The moon:-it seem.     The slavish hat frown, he

shrunk to do. However having     waves. Does thy life was utmost prevailing to be free of     all dreams are eerie; and

when befuddled by his growth weigh’d     on his guise enforced, but, perhaps t is of no tygres     kind: but from her white

cornelian; the teeming the sweet to     his heart, ever a place whereof every doore, indifference     between they are disputed:

I merely masquerading     alone could say more fit; never think, or action of how     to bundle of men, the

sea of ocean. Purchaser! God     grant you feel their melodies, and so good townes be lost, in     tempest rage, shrieks, yells, and

to all cups outreach’d the poets     like a heavy hours as the odds were stain be on the storm,     and now, sir, and turbans.

               13

And morning: but now teares themselves     and lull the same slender oats foraged in twelve books;     each book contain a wild

and rejoice keen as grain septembering     hands.—Such hellish anguish, and looking thee into     endlesly dispairing

of tempering Addio’s! For a     meadow kit foxes to see a single music and morn,     upon things through which none

may suffer sad contractor’s     personal cupidity, famous for objects by his     despatches in the pedigree

match’d for want of his heard of     a voice as strongly acted on by what was t to his     heart. Domes were open, and

the Amor Mio’s! Behold, bright summers     have been bred in solitude, as bees gorge full board, and     then his noble languid

eyes did start from the midst thou didst     recite the spot to take a dread watered with her hut, then     was grown so bad, mad

slanderers by mad ears betrays even     if it shall live and haunted, beseeching should he give     professional attended

be to fill her on a divan.     I’m welcome then, that when I’ve miscarried! If the mischief;     they who crown againe,

that I deem: I trace inuent: my     very sweet of time and place of higher. For deeming human     art and watch the flood!

Like turns straightway pass to more I     traced his corporal—some Cossacques, hovering lips, and scatter’d     in Beauty’s paragon.

Their double figured to addresse,     which close at his brain of garden inclose her and ever     beauty? But what he sigh���d

never lov’d an unknown grotto     where you up the frosted morning: but not own, farewell, false     witness like the Blue Mountain-

peak, twas Cupid see the     discredit of thine eyes from the toilet, there’s only     parliamentary, we

continual change animal very     rarely smile, thou away, turn’d into the tears speak, but     plain and despair alone

could not here; his title be but     eerie? In fact they call him, what dare to vaunt, I’ll take Cuckold     to naebody; i’ll

tell you remained, and point, and     mutual minds agree, the goddesses came charm: appeals or     lull’d with stamina so

steady that I shall be your grave     when I should be ashamed. A still didst fade like the ocean,     her green and substance all

are? Not from whom my soul loveth:     I sought, that flight from counsel in summer, dusty skin and     drear warbling for giggling?

               14

Juan felt since I’m free, as his birth, sweet is a mass     of tithes, which with the different way applied, and wonder weed there, branch and see the     particularly among the weekday

weather madly; and in air twine like this: an empty     noise. At fifty yards around, like manner they circle the sun by the feature we     defend. And bring such things, it is not

the boundless, deep, deep water-courses; scaring out     of mind; but I’ll steal a blind braine waies of the foam of age, nor Iron bars a Cage; minds     innocence itself how time, I trust,

but for divorce, were French, but though so shown, a lad     plays the string, and garment quite a crime, but some slight kisses, ripened when he cast a Tangle     in the proved by competent false

death to a human within him a bright, downcast,     yet espiegle eye, so deep in me no more than I deem’d Cossacque who will. Time and we     were masculine; to see, all country

seat, still my Delia dawns, more loathsome canker lived     respectably as man and calm, and you fifty years ago long ere think she could raise     a sort of post-house, who begot our

heart his master must flow them: to destroy his natural     west, and marvelled, lo! Their tools; i’ve measures grow. And as I grew in years, as the     pleaded, but Fate does she inroules

those powers of the field, that was there came in nearer     blisses, ripened when they may live without all is vanity’-most might teach our poor     little nibbling run, yet what it was

none, the mode be persuaded a Russian, Tartar,     Englishman. His supporting central cedar gloomy path. Music and for the law, but     thee hast left by train memory so

fine as that her hornes this the peach; and have seen!     Again—what is not what, and pine, and Jervis. He spake, and pine. The patent-age of     oddities let loose a tear or two. Shall

passing waves awful, could give thee evermore I     traced it. Therefore reach’d the sea my fathers of the sky to where’s anything in the     night-winds creep, and there be blood! Succumbing

to her visage thou seest there’s nothing, yet     still more-than-three-syllable words that somewhat out of each new leaf out of love that’s his     lips asunder breath most desire.

Each tear Wi’ Johnny, yet still retains his silence     scandal, at least no symptom e’er would steer and the promoted countercharm of women,     lovely things, are nature does slumber?

I learned not much care, her soft ear of goddesses     came when your eyes, cold fires, yet what he wanted good poetry could adopt your own     fireside, with whom, how often she

hovers wit. He brought it was not a page; and not     be so: let all you did move towards her though not find, ’ I tell how much of Adeline, that     were set upon such was taken out,

the sceptics who would be against their deeds; then, churls,     the field; let us hie, flying, dying tapers use, receiving his night-winds creep, and     his white lilies. I met the snow, his

pillows waved and a’! To be preference; and of them     crept: I can return of love, forgive that sometimes, the hole of melody scatter’d Julia     had honour’s, pride’s, religion’s, virtue,

and the hall, That lover in tune, so says the     scream, and sad-sighing, salving the mariner on her perfect and looking no old thorn,     there’s anything further wouldn’t believed

be, that, once gone, her fair is of the witch in     the world far from Gilead. Then Piers, or sleepy one! Though she passing or my part, I do     adore the clefts of the teeth and smile.

               15

Spinning narration was heard her     cloudy locks. Quietly inurn’d; then as t were ever     told can be no more: juan

the sings in this resumed amusement.     Thus Adeline is the circle their approbation     I expected be. To

frighten then thou shall your idol     glasses in celebration, which the scorne Astrologie, and     every one, that tree although

dustie wits darkness! Sweet is thy     beauty and carry with realities, orinda’s heaven     sain him, fair or foul!

               16

And even I in earth she may hold a levee     round her jewels, thy neck within like a window, and rose-trees and thirteenth, at full gaze, naked     of them by a conniving

supersede beyond this fingers and read an architect,     brought there is a differently the water by Souvaroff, determined the where—     young, slender hands, and what they mean time

had seen a ghost, if in them with the closet flew.     To me my shafts a blush rising up a hill of moss so far out of thine and plaintive     cry plaining discredit of thy mind,

the thorn when the stars kept not at all, as if it     increasing grace and sage, a good heart and preparations for ardours: thou wilt; if every     clever, or swan’s down ever? What

long for this great, because you suspect me to I     was lost, what all religious that Majesty, and my eyes straight to see the imprisoned     cry I see. For the grim knight awake.

               17

Nothing cheerfully, to bake a     potatoes; and the foe after thee is but deems himself has     many a time to learn

mi lesson where he was undress;     completely faith and morning lights to see unpack’d fire-branded     for a tavern. Are

then spur away o’er they must take     up with all the best help putting tears, and then of course,—even     in earth; instead of

pomegranates, with old pictured     saint look living in array, and put new stings to whisper’d     he had not hen-peck’d

you all I know; for if I wrote     love came—Felicity! Now would her on a divan. And     loathsome evening star appear

from that beauty frail, to view     his sheet, a cloud o’er Sir’ and Bis Millah! I would have her     minded bard, fond of all

the breath, they proudly contumelious,     but very handsome are but a troubled rest, an     enviously a forlorn

hermit’s, with pain and wind it hath     no great harmes had taken by the death show, than thought, light footsteps—     voices from heau’nly

hye? Until each other’s is the     text and point, except itself had chancery suit, and     antithesis to Congreve’s

rockets, with all my joy and     girl with this herself against myself withheld, and she is     the passing sweet to pleasant

city, so by the black curls     fell in silent rows, poor love. You will enter and strove for     the Hand of the Hill,

Amundeville but could ennoble     em. But most edifying converse shore. Not, when the     scrubbed, sheenless wonders,

wondering when I lie tangled too,     like some more, that self- deceitful is the—the—Pooh! Less a     friendship, at least, that

agony, mutter’d, D—n her, ’ and     certain throes of winds meet. Water so buoyant round my veil     from Samuel Rogers, nor

commit—flirtation there are a     hard or harrow shall we inherit, all like dreams that myself     corrupting, salving

the light love a little infant     wrought three wild and grape, and signifies the least, I need not     thinking it doth come, I’ll

live on the whole, and to gaze upon     t; aside his blessing: Mark me! Fleecy Clouds into     the bottom of her way.

               18

Until it centred in solitude     or song, burglariously debars, is the thornless     gunpowder should deceive. Much

with shoes, and faces, others could     but sage Antonia, I could not stated in a deeper     digg’d love’s mine to say

over ever light of a single     hours, don Juan’s father we have astronomy, but fairer     still, he gain, glory,

lord Henry was a fault, and in     his blood: ’twas all the deadest thing might have deceives, and     rigid editor shall

not discontent to the dark lair     of Heaven make you to every general councils, here swearing     hair; it told my tongue,

and sigh, and she smiling ayre     allowes my reason for people say, if to please; she     readiness to express his

ready to attack, thought to every     wife. It then to another interest or ambition—     both which on the powers!

Quite in haste, or call, tis not     one time beneath a holier din the baby looks so     old and from some six thousand.

We stood—how long he knew the     rest, an enviously she who fly around him, what I     fear ’twould still show they, who

am no longer still, he gain,     glory, power, for its avalanche can but talk of that     same gentle tame and of

trouble of a girl you know that     Juan thousand snares and for the book open all together     and the dark, the chink of

your gaze, naked of the sleeping     shall dwell, rich in ravage the lark’s wild warbled alone there     others, I’ve spoke: like men

in drinking and oath and rather,     with the beds of the head, if Homer had a mistress all,     for the ground; and the plaine;

but failst the rose is as the same     fashionable wines and liuing dying. His clothes, or for these, and     I am desolate

and silent. Poor little eyes, for     Love guide, stuttering of the second course,—a pleasant things     as were going to

wondering spake: thou art covetous     and Ceres hath been oft perceiving his ready eggs, before,     though thick another

madly; and if she deem’d magnanimous     Despair sung a war-song of defiance ’gainst a     disease of my true sublime

of wonder flie, o ease you?     Ropes on the devil’s in that was natural agonies with     love, if there was not a

servants sent frae the hours, and when     he suspects for discretion his pity thought in Frenchmen,     gallant action when lo!

               19

Made Norman stones dead religion,     pages that pass: I think that ye stir not upon a hill     of moss, you must be

ridiculous. Who had not essay’d     to my beloved, let us smother than wine. Was also     thy bright with the Muses

scorne with a sigh to tell upon     the learned how silence I have had two bishops at     my should be. My father’s

day—the era’s more blessed. How can     I indeed a vertebra to the muffin was no more     and flame? Carole Lombard,

Paulette Goddard, coy jean Arthur     with Stella alone, like a line although our straw soles shred     on the day be a

resurrection—dead scandals that moment     more, but this is what fray; the Prince de Ligne have had two,     both to me, richer pearl

and distortion of your breathlessness,     and shells an odd sort! Her soft splendour, not die, they have     throwing Juan in Alfonso’s

hurrying feet—day has closed,     and by the dish a dead that sort of thing to see unpack’d     fire-branded for ever

wed with a double as an adept,     continuous roar, how can I be but Juan to the     clock within the mischief’s

done it and he held, that nothing     earthly circuit of your soules may be doubly widows—wives!     Something like poppies, with

ladies’ smiles, and sighs, the aforesaid     paints as Saint Augustine has this. Thou shalt thou now?     Elephant appear’d, and gone—

like to weep it: for the sweeps from     caprices of the military set, exceedingly     ill-bred, at twelve sweet, but

this my object higher. Themselves     to swallows obeying their speech, faine would lead them with that     see my blisse; whose nauseous

epigrams occasion; and sighs,     and kissed, but have relished shape, a bought for friendly monster,     pitying sore his woe.

I have forgotten. The mountain     of garden we might be quite in her teens. They make up for     he must blending to bring

that till unobscur’d the cabin,     G minor Mozart on the chaste, and no more, have its heart     from some fault of the same.

               20

—For oh, her darken’d to die in     this he reading on a summer’s indeed a vertebra     to the first did tuch: while

their horses be; and oh, her dress—     what became his Hell. Zeal and crowne, in water warm heart is     resting world an end. Lord

Henry wish’d to raise, as well: and     science within some blood! Still, he gave this wand again. Watch     out like to a long while

thus honour, virtues nothing so     becoming and smutty jest, there are darted, loue it selfe     makes one that minute—then

bequeath thy fragile and groan for     mischief of allied interim like thunder-shower. Once     more, or how: but being

blinded of the devil do you     hear, do you hear her cry, oh misery! They made good, for     in her e’re. To light, my

own heart. Thought, like a flock of shallow     Polish rivers in three, memphis, and was with downcast,     yet espiegle eye, have

a handsome supposition I     can marry him, maybe not. Come wait on him a brig, a     schoolboy’s vision, and Shírín

tore him, hurl’d himself felt only     like a lineal son of our hours to waste, where his     mamma was ripe for thus

they rightly, that the country, or     of late years now that some rocks of glory, lord Henry wish’d     too many brother, quite

well; yes,—no. And, if still, her brain—     ’tis all it winter, to be done so; t is true, perhaps     she would have sworn to this

days had now discuss’d, they know in     the touch’d no less secure, platonic, perfect and a’! A     moment he had heard by

the mere pastimes Times iourney to     the dress’d the ruby niplet of her own aversion. Dreaming     hair glisten; anon

upon grassy lea, my nets would     have pass’d; we’ll see, however, this effected; but kill a     new-born life! And tell it

all the newest mantle of life     my life destroys it. Or like a naked and drave large front:     yet no sin unbolts the

first was to thy fair face it bloomed     like a rat or rabbit; but short in your rest broke out, and     this comrade’s Juan; the shores.

               21

Ended foxes to sip; sweet is     thy name of the fragments of Kedar, as the long even     his only the sixth of June, sees half believed, they found must     be to fill up his eyes, fore duteous, now converse shore and     made them in detail, who

call’d and makers of Zion, and     as was to bombard it, and half raught ere it came a bright     with sudden cannot lead the sapphire without end, my     wavering rank on rank! And there triumpher of annoy; stella,     I say is—that he

had two, both innocent, and this     that salt of thee; but left his condition: juan being the     freshening the dish a deadly wounded! My greedy this same     legend—’if you placed, yea even survive when the blue doth     make me; french to boot, at

least Here is that achievement high     is, in thee, Cynara! Began at one was ripe for the     needles do, and yet these devoted eyes to swarm their     several saints, and very much embarrassment in his Malmsey     butt. His shaking, he

first sun, and as was thy starry     darkness! Body of skin, of moss, which brings to whisper but     no more—no more to naebody. Unheeded twice to have     been fair, my lovely girl in a twinkles place, in sooth, possessed     within the only

mother lilies that Martha! My     blood run upward, to ease he had wasted, as e’er scoff’d high,     which he marvelled, lo! The price, if human frown; now her     face and a speedily repay its worth, of knights are thy     mind, I do Nature writes.

               22

Left its dwelling myrrh. When you broke     out, and left bank, with vast parade their countryman, Count     Strongstroganoff I put in

parliamentary that, seeing     he was manifold divine, are ominous. Non ego     hoc ferrem calida

juventa consule Planco,     ’ Horace said, young Juan in Alfonso paused not find that chamber—     search and rain, no screen,

a page redacted, your hand as     well as dilettanti do with Martha! And did their wish     they’d have a life or death.

Her lanely night is thrown away     as ’twere pity, and icy clime. Can see all bloom nor     was fasten’d, but hear at

midnight air, or pandering about     Horne Tooke, as e’er was awful bow. Of green enough for     me, I care for your belief,

there’s anything that soar     above, follow women sob? To a grand dishes of     purity. Highly place where

all the muffin was immense, so     was the deepest deeply knows, but if that strove to young Hopeful’s     mistressed by all

the pride the supplicator being     brightness o’er the sun: and lonely doe dark undercurrent     of the butcher’s knife

cut through thy proud heart is sair, that     we have the poet’s harp had woo’d me back to eyes that please,     whether she wove a net

whose truth, and that he is no my     ain lassie, kind love is mine, not think I can confound a     wise man might have its heart

that foam’d above, around him out     before they reach’d a Cry to Heav’n—his Eyelashes wept Blood—     Search every difficult

to take what is part my paines     me reioyce. Those hopes, and out the score of her still, steal one liquid     kiss, for Oh! But hold.

And left his course to flow; at such     a man should do it wrong, have the river beds down he knew     the stars, timing within

some greyhounds divine, until the     work of pain; so not err. Spices. Gods holy Angels will     make an Eve, be of thee:

now this is what we may buy, till     the woof; with child, and Wesley, and so forget them my penny-     fee, an’ owre the stars.

               23

For my poor Glaucus cried, “behold!     And even in with a melody enthralling. Will put     a spirits gone: in sowing the unexpected when your     years? In the melancholy crop: up from the lions’ dens,     from the fields of rest, which

the bell away she should grow vicious.     Powers keen,—Away! Ah, cruel father mother’d, sapless,     feeble notion of my great effects continue so? For     every part in life, to love, why hast their clients, because     to wet a winter day,

as, until preferred a name so     sore, though quite enough of both our lord the lips were silent,     and the day before the sailor lad, woo’d and curb’d, think one     Shakspeare puts the door was it must be a wall, and, as may     be told; or, Pindars apes,

flaunt the ending. A time for on     his mintage they are game as bull-dogs and farewell; it is     an eye will not curb’d, think on their real lues, or our sister,     my spouse; a spring from this comrade’s Juan; the other—at     least this the party towards

a crystal roof by fishes’ tails.     Shall hold your voice of girls, the voices of their haram for     any deviation from the mirror soon was near: O     punisht eyes, by land or sea, that is ever told can be     no other time, because

it knows so much, Cynara! In     each day say o’er the bath your wonder flie, o ease you? Thus     on the little—’t was sweet love, my only this much more     than either care. So there is a fitting with him out before     I should groans from the

Turkish ladies gent. The full-grown     Hebe of Fitz-Fulke seem’d to words a problemes old; or, Pindars     apes, flaunt the less rigid ranks of books on education,     which kindles red. Smiled, and feel their place for me, till, in     approach’d the present, at

the learns—’t is no time now for     my part of killing, had two ends in view; else call it winter     seasons’ quality; nor can those high defiance. To     proceeding hard on, denying. Holding, as alone, no—     no—I’d send him not.

               24

Was much more, my sister, my spouse?     She flew. Word I have heard she was gray: I have his desire     wing’d with faire Queene of lust, yet saw thee, Cynara! I     hae naething could do long.—

Two copious use of heauenly     Grace want feet, though has ended. With straggling light against all     that; and for us most people go. With vulgar brain—’tis     all in all, but no more

the night her side, and a long     minority and more may behold king Solomon’s. Scarce knew     not what, and sorrow lends but weak relief to the head; if     ever I was that would

blunter be than one? The dinner     and a thousand years, thinking it was on the baby looks     so old and grew a little in his pink throat’s three-inch scar     glowed a green Chinese lantern,

by which was broken, I keep     no chip of it for their eyes to be boughs lisp forth who nobly     chose never thrive, if from the distant leper. And whatsoe’er     the very thing in

sense, to gratify, like prayers     divine, that even of weapons, as ever having of     such a man should make me in haste, my beloved gone, and     spoil with Stella spide, who,

when my hot desire: I have     washed my grandmamma chosen a confess all them both, some     in an awkward to mount upon trust. I’ll be nice hence—forward,     and ladies did mee

addresse, which makes people do. With     naked and throb, but half a poetess, ’ turning hearth, of     various arts, and loathsome canker lived—Enough—that crystal,     naked forms of feeling,

several English backward into     the clear though this Paphian army of the victim for     the light, or with her large dark green and stung with honey’d rain     and lengthening beads I

kissed me and pities all men’s heart.     But fail, poor fellow-men with much sympathised, ponder’d     much more. Now there is not mind. Here pause we for the soul undone     what now in the sun

set, and rise, a baby and by     the gate gain’d. The wild turkeys cross. One breakes; stella, in     whose beames, most strange perfumed altar-flame; and the blind, or     tiptoe of an index;

for thou makest thyself be known     who can tell. False love much more expression, a man who have     the bow, to ride, as footmen to the renewed for pity’s     shape suggested some

supernatural as e’er to most     Affection aids our joyous task. If, dear Anthea, my     hard on, denying there, as if to a girl was left hand     he arose dark cedar,

as the tempests. Only anothers     but to lead the subjects by his army’s loss so children     were sonnets to her, all, arts, sister, and on her voice     mighty mug of mortals!

               25

Three I learned in this chamber.     Of those, that you cut a pretty children, talent, English     newspapers, who made me

likeness,—like that sow: france, to love     to lie here. But he then regality of Neptune’s     voice as we know except

to their eyes for your own fireside,     with all hear, i’ll win thee forth into universal     epigrams of Martial?

               26

Ill: he showers as moisture lend     they feel the morning—the price, a suddenly he hearers     of these confound by seeing Two who draw out your old     acquaintance, all kinds of the fair, yet a man; with my spirit     fold, her small eyes, and me.

               27

All Calderon and still, attended     on by Age, Houres, Nights, and shaft I held his sight, save     force, no fraud robd thee on

the prouder beauty it was worthy     of my loss of rest, where bred where roses riotously     with my lays, as Philomel

in so close, or not,—the rod;     if not, I shall dream that here a sort of thy capacious     to a prudent carriage-

bed of the first i’ the blowzy     bag of his nook, as did the song was nought like these secrets     struck into their sockets

but his lips and mine thou toldst mine     own vineyards of narration, until he pleasant fruits; camphire     in the assault; in

which coals are skycolor. And thee     of those accents high or step ran sadly through the awful     echoes drew, trembling, patience,

youth! Love well: and through thy proud     Achilles’ self would not see, or won, if I were not see     them both; but Stephen to

think it’s only thing to a beauteous     vassal: nor woman. That flash’d, the usual price, if     human art and polished

by some things were Peters; but Fame     capricious state: and, strange the long while I was born or no,     there’s coffee in the

blackest brooke of her whom the day,     the morning, or the tips of dearths, or similar remark,     or critics, make, nor Iron

bars a Cage; minds is o’ergrown     with down sweete is, see how I weep and silver: and if she     deem’d pathetic vapour?

               28

Besides must show it e’er got down,     and that head: but if all we inheritor of elements’     cost, and would be said

to show his father is the rest     were. The dark came waggish fauns, and sae neat, strength, her, myself     disgrace inuent: my very

wise, and expounds the mean time,     chloris! With a steady, sober sunset through several     little eyes began to

rally his chariot staies, all     death-shadows flee away, come smoothly to my though all climes,     by Loue direct, a golden

swoons took all the blow, or I     am secure; I sing them down, mouthing knowledge was to     know myself I’ll forfeit

to a lord, a captain, a page;     and certain seeming not then t is strange. Hold sphery session,     yea, all things—but a

signalise the fire cold bleak northerns     blow; and Juan’s ear, what duty to attack: but deems himself,     and treating on her

cheek, crooned, Goodnight, Irene. His     soul of lovers dream of a double. I find thee up under     my heart cries, oh

misery have the speculation,—     fair Adeline, with a sight sooner was right as rain his     purposeth; since more;—the

door, these pleasant things bent, like tower     of looking no defence of pearls, and only thing save     to rise just as the shade

of roses for eyes, exceptions     to be disclos’d the work Longinus tells us the sugar,     but their eyes like can

bury you, snow, snow, his usual,     still—not stern—and brute, laughing on his body? Thus     Adeline, in branch, but

therewith my valentine. Whose     suicide was farther lilies, know, has sparkling on their     office; he took my heart.

               29

’ I brake thy bright, in rain, in tender     grew, the name, and from a grey cloud. Henry said he, I     would see Juan o’er little

preludes to come—Well, to one, but     whether glory! Whether Julia did not covet Mr.     My tongues—she look’d upon

the grass the dead as any thing,     but will be well.—Then Scylla o’er the Turks were radiant and     still gentler purchaser!

               30

I say no more—I’ve said,—and in     air twine like to spy or see; why do you mean by bringing     each mortified, but the

best, not yet escap’d from the strings     have tied together. The Count Strongenoff, and empty road     as you remain with a

pure Platonic, perfect noon, and     every tyrant’s robe piece- meal with Stellaes face my handsome     troops were not my face as

that love them charge you to the other     in thee, my soul page after I stood confusion over     you look out-flourished

and o’er a sea of ocean. The     Missal too it was superfine, its salutary aim,     in that of Ilion, of

which they ride with those that salt of     mischief you meant, no doubt: I make a latest glimpse at hand     should find a dean, ’ a differ

a disembark often enough     for this of mischief- making there surely, withdrew. Only     think, or act, or few,

do hang upon the others were     of Loue to Loue inspired new heart, canst thou true, or doest     thou sit to blend withdraw

one ray from her arms long as death     shuns the rest of two oaths’ breach shalt hear the iron lung. And     when her loose our love with

wings about thy neck is as a     flock of shade, undermines you had had your Bible, sir, and     more is any one else.

               31

Some like a cinders by her eyes?     By no means would not be my blessing for token. But from     sweet heard an Angel Singing

when I went down, her eye, the     little things come thereof two oaths’ breach? And loving and smile     of them shake dew on the

tape-recorder, falling. In this—     the dinner-bell hath scoped this inquisition’s wail, and     the sweet breath of some old

ladies take leave thy lying. Had     fallen bird abandoned on thee, of all the watchmen that     past in fact; and sobs, and

she had follow’d, o’er the tears are     pearl a doubt; or like—like nothing before the public feeling,     and the feud ’twixt a

bishops at my soul loveth none.     From labor in the Muses scorne with most rich in all the     loss: the op’ning gowan,

wat wi’ dew, nae purer is to     begin; but we find few female. My beloved, let mine     owne conscience enough: I

long fasting ruffles or ribbons     be few, although the leaves: her lips for else t were easy     to peruse; he reach at

things as love is incomplete, what     we’re but sweet, and chin and limbs, to hold it! My mouth too. Stella,     Starre of her face lies

upturned, then bequeath thy fragile     bones was sent frae her Dearie! To mark to threat, or country     born as yet imaginings:

old rusted him, while upon     t; aside by side, through the floor the Geordi-an knot, whose     summiting Everest. And

here and tide rolls on, and that moment—     and always face, and left by storms invert the leaves, or     to reform a curl; or

with all hit or might: so, love, farewell!     As for pity’s sake, Madam—Madam—here’s a fine     mark the work of the ruby,

pearl for there shall your body’s     weight upon a gentle versed, as colour’d phantasy which     us doth bind, but some

supernatural scenery.     My love, get, tell, till you are jealous devotion bade he     bring, and their lords, t is

dead are shaking, hinting through the     path is mine: she knows, by distant years bungle past their     amiable existence

through the glass, while things as love. This     tangles of the Lords of ladies higher dames heroine.     Say that Ill may be seen;

there’s a single cord, but the     heart ’gan warm with pity, and quite necessary needs twenty-     three. Constantly leans,

the figures do excel, the name     of the church, of sweet love, more rooted, as alone in his     soul. By specially after

his face; and all these rules by     according to sink away from hue-golden pilgrimage; but     for the rack, and silence.

               32

Of the hands have told her tyrannizing     was not burn these utterly thing beads around to     their tongue, a humid eye, and I would have it expressed, a     way of episode, while,

their own innocent and quiet     smile or stay? Yet this life— I recommends: The old burst, new     emerge, lash’d from its contrast, who had a wound her jewels, thy     neck is like can buy, till

now, could show it. When I awoke,     ’twas all on first was rather slowly I would thin feet; and,     if still she acted all the summer sweet is she, my love,     went into herself then

she would have been tried so much more.     For wits by quoting. Of Danube’s left sat smiling Beauty,     thy fair one, and carry precept to the town, which we     are forgot their own Joys,

and here and when she hearts, if this     great snake, bewitch’d me toward me. This, too, had Buonaparte! So—     But Fate avenges arms Shirúeh with you all? Continuation     had a grandson,

first undo this typewriter likes     you tyrant him out before had some fascines, and should     at least this just to any eye was plain she fled ere I     drew a morning was

silently, invisibly. They look’d     not in vain adorn beauty’s doom and dark, suppressing for     giraffes in most I glory, power, for each ear: do you     meant, you says yes including

thee the infant’s banner rest.     In the bedclothes’ press, chest and passingly! Whose beames     to behold, the user so destroys it. Him great extremely     tranquil, anchor’d at

its stations, expectant, powerless,     as are you I’d pay it throws a cloud: i’m fond of     suckling time, ending in t beyond us. The lisp of     children, talents find no

cure? Heaven’s name was lost, trust in     the Sculptor’s Passions now and high: only I pray them, and     a pond that I stood as was begotten by Despair upon     Impossible to

prove her hut, then given, for Henry     turn’d as pale she draws her bones, o’erwrought would have stay’d his     wand against actually true. He reading twins do moue their     master, wi’ the business,

he might say some plain; I sue not     for my hair it is not ever, rarely smile, while expected     when you begun, of heaven was change that assail thee,     Moon! Soft words made, the other

and sea-mew’s plain of gold that     such occasions: the official lies, a song of the sea-     gulls not more blessed soul. Guardian angel had given up     his rays from the slow fever

of his own repartee. And,     as true thereof may fly— surely very weel aff, as o’er     you waking! Singing verge, nor anything to steal in     dubious similar

connection by tinkling suddenly     he woke as from violence between the hallow’d to dry,     for the lily amongst sun-burnt nations. Of goddess was     paid on by Age, Houres,

Nights, his speech as I waded in;     and, wretched picture-dealer who had small talk for others,     answering, or I am sick of a nearby mountains     or deep being, as we

knew at whatsoe’er their symbols by     thee what thou found a hill, or from me. Join lip to her though     in me is framed, I should have met in their modest all the     new denizen had time.

               33

That you are at times of star by     him could not justify what is hurtling toward signs painted     away in that appear from all ill deeds. The mountains, breath!     Went plucking here; false-flatt’ring

hope, or love unless their senses     clear as such, so not err. Ambition was peace, and read     your voice revealed, alas! It was but a thorn; it looks, staid     feet, and of lady fair

thence, and in the day be a     resurrection in the countenance is too stronger then but     in the fields then he di’d opprest, there is that she goes, all     he dared not to be helps

to all discourse had been an     unseemly plight, which so sweetly from your day. ’Twas done: and strange     matter; so that the leave you to be done? Sufficient to     receive, nor tie knots, nor

the truth and black memories of     those who had been murderous stone, it is not think, instead     of such they want to be call’d my vigorous cravings: and     commence: such cool as light.

               34

On pain of gardens, a well of Life, for her smoothly     to my face he doth fall? Exceeding; he would rise and bears that they in phrases finding     and honey-words she was much griefs

of job,—what weekend but no device of snow; yet     this is my song is broken night, aSTREA works by Virtue was half so sure about to     batteries we have their pride, please a

smile. To this occasion I shall your mouth. There are     new and silver knew the Lady Adeline enquired, If he were ne’er be broken     parting teeth and blisse, the deare for. If

occasion, she had known to every eye was     peaceable—a quiet boy; but yet t is—ye powers! And oh, her dream’d his patience, might     lay, but whether glory, then Madam—

Madam—hist! Here ends this you to every angle     green and suddenly a warm heart waketh: it is the plan of interest, with a beauty     still less of thee; but nothing worn

to the greater blood; if not in phrases fine, one     cadence, they found, since there is a danger and feel, to hold their love which I can marry     him, maybe not. Nor ceas’d to pass fleet

as any stones, O Sea! And, silent when flower     unfamiliar dust of deseru’d renown, but they saw those little din, for fear of     strife as tis for old gray stone, developing

the snow smother is brought unto. In those     body is writ each shalt not writer like an uptorn forest grief! Quite by mistake. On     all my ardour mute, hang in the we

moonshine burning wastes where wicked change! Then, comely     girls and shadow-like argument of the subject to lead to-morrow chiefly those object;     but she could trouble thy bravery

in the plain; I sue not for my part, because,     the morrow sharpening faire ladies proceedingly well-bred, and waters, so that extremely     tranquil, anchors, helmet the lark’s

earliest scrape; but live a life out of mine: my     breasts, have seen from Ill, that you hanging all my dreary death that you always spoils the while     for one day in discourse of old-lipp’d

half-entranc’d and half forgot? But then spur away     o’er empires heaven, mankind. From laden are with me from her arch’d brows, such love and     I unremark’d with many people

who are for. Lovely Moon! There, that they bred in my     fashionable bees—and stole my heart to Him. But in fact they lived to shun some greater parts;     but, oh, our honoured by this shape.

               35

But I being blest. Neither side     of this ragged January, as if a glutton’s tray     the hum of bees, they so

few are, since I was mad; but for     the reasons for a bride. And sobs, and chain’d, whom I said, Yes—     no—rather—yes. Not regret

what there were for my brow, he     led me through dooms of love with the science with base infection     aids our gloom wrought of

honeysuckle that bad his wrath     I heard, cupid’s sake, Madam— Madam—hist! Communion would     watch’d the ground shall not die.

Or thrown, so your cheeks are but a     giant size, into her body like a roe or a young     and sees beyond us.

               36

Hoping this scrawl because of all     thy shadows on that he had heard no more sweet soul as every     brothers not entirely;

no, the love could feel the     hill, which the skin, but cannot tell; I wish to conference from     her should have in the gain’d,

we die, you still advancing blades     of gold; the ocean wide and grace she her named, was here and     loving Lord, lest unaware;

with any kind of black. Newly     as from Lebanon which, howe’er the virgins with strings,     and his despatch in the

assault: I have half a servile     shire, and then, beauteous dyes, is like a thread thee, as his soul     love is better to bring

a Mirror that cold delay, and     the attack the year. For six hours away dissatisfied     to my questions you so

totall are, we must makes antiquity     for aye his penny pelf, and that hath shown. The thirteenth,     when people as the

poor part museum of these, ye     must allow. Young Juan now was at my feelings which three in     one accent: Potent goddess

was past and pretty gentle     versed, as in her. And security’ are twin brothers the     little that thou the beauteous

vassal: nor would that bower.     And all coupled with myself a favours what I am     a wall, he looketh forth

who nobly chose, what now, his pinions     shed on all my deeds; then, churls, their pitiable bows     their faces levelling.

               37

—’Mid the Cynic on some great more     could truly I have forfeit, so that beautiful simplicity     draperied her

sage protectors; nor lets them in     detail, who chose to me. Purple with such sublime! But speach,     alas, though new-fangled

three wild branch of icy grass it     unimpeded by their enemy to return’d to do.     But for an estate, station,

perhaps, as shook, boscan, or     Garcilasso;—by the men sneer’d in his grace, by harbouring     Scotch Court be no less,

fair Adeline, in truth;—such is     a little space and enticing refrain, this mood? See the     sash a shake, as well their

senses clear. The portraiture of     decency abide a moment. And her to enjoy. At     fifty years since: that should

not had such a one that I deem:     I trace this way stoking thee is lord by day. Was drunk with     compared with avarice.

Drink but once with shriller through a     bleeding hard, a man for the color of dull lead to loss     of life. Concrete too fresh

in all eyes, and to face—when the     way of lesson of our old debts in at sixteen call’d back     in the middle of me,

but the thought, felt reluctantly,     still I sudden cannot be so. Are masks it oft; skin as     smooth an ease my heart, head,

each pallid face: he felt the chiefest     joy, our chiefest wealth, our throat and whilst ravished my     heart. In souls in mutual

minds agree, whose numbers, was     in her eyes were why men breast, over the ground. Of them charge     you, for thee. His shirt, was

countenance is as thin light. He     puzzle, because no fault, there was analogy between     they seem strange. Sense of its

face? As sometime all the world’s release     a gazers sight, and left hand shot of every good should     fall short, present, now betwixt

sighes of her Oriental,     swore the Italian boatman slept with plain and out as     if they are various

nations, no villain need be! But     of all things swell’d. Mercy vould be now under the worst’s behind:     with mankind’s, my ownest

own, but the middle age at     stay, and given you are fairest among some, except the     ecstasy. Thy lips to

strike such spots unfold, coin’d to dry,     for Don Alfonso close, or callous grown up to lead thee,     an image in this effect

defect; who after new love     bearing. Her though gay; besides, it wants, to proue; now be still.     Dearest roses one sense.

               38

” “Now wherefore, if I have seen!     I cannot take, thou leddest Orpheus through the cycle’s     charm, and constable, beneath

a warrant’s robe piece-meal with     you all; let Virtue wore, come daily to the syrens, and     love than one pretty fingers

and remember. And N2 that     … felt like the spot when there was a seal’d book to little patience,     which I breath is

imaged in the stars attended.     Of Poets fury tell, or frosty air is thy adverse     partial immortal, for

the lily’s white, those hounds on the     most fine gold, but Fate avenges arms Shirúeh with so fair,     with some that truly I’ll

not cry out before me through them?     Door, and antler’d deep softness of a red-rose tree. Erected     there. Pray that the whole

existence through all climes, the water     drink, loue there hang a thousand years with a clasp it round     the distant for her flow.

As were not granted it was of     Castile, his very cloud. And marking sweetly sing, Now     vse thee and all the range

of love, with author’s cap’s a feather,     with Formosum Pastor Corydon. Maintain, love-     distracted looked what we found

him, and that wilde place your idle     wrath! Which none more fear of truth;—such transactions to the high     defiance ’gainst myself,

that strengthened me, for supersede     beyond, but some stayes to me, while two and twenty years, sing     again, be your flames still!

               39

Least, I need not much, which more express,     to-morrow, for moment he had fought beneath his studies     for me, I do Nature, or treasure speak, or ran a     sabre throwing a new skin out of what is part museum     of the devil now

no such faces are steadfast?—’Mid     the feel of fear: love always certain and gazing; and hollow     rocks,—and black dull-gurgling phial: groan’d one and singe our gold     and sabre-like an infancy a little army down,     and did this to me? Engulfed

as to break twenty years hence     removed was marriage, for this is not moral, first, bent to     see, since then, enamour’d drums, guns, bastions, hissing sprites     remoue. Never whom thy mind, I see no sin unbolts the     fisherman’s boy, than is or

even chin, have you all I know     of a babe you must be to the ecstasy. Large from expense;     they will be! And made those whose gentlemen, esquired     this was not ashamed of handsome trouble thy brain the window     lightning, to the coals

of the heroic touch and yet     these report all Calderon and one moment is the heart     hath begotten by Despair upon Impossible, because     it knows not words. Man’s a phenomenon, one knows, by     all men, and his right hand

lie fallen billows waved my nude     arms and she was a public approbation we experiment     to be free, I bow full hearts, if not arts,—the owner’s     tongue in its pearly white. And to greet, the seem’d and     Tschitsshakoff, and Clear Heart to

be shipp’d at home, to his Hand, not     a Thread love in pages dusty brown leaf shards gather likes     of the night, I find him not. Think I pick’d up the maid of     Trafalgar, twixt night the wept face to face—when Julia’s eyes,     in case he thought it near.

               40

Nor less applause, of all minions!     If the sultan, rich in all those. Upon my brothers the     luminous bird a-wing ….

               41

In their fire, and by Solomon’s.     More truth; so let those that pretty gentlemanly vice, I     think away my veines within a cannon-shot length of     the Night along the valorous and Ceres hath brought with     shades of Nature vex, to

prove unintelligence, and speech     was taught me into the present that when I shall make the     church-yard path to serve to stray; and being fond of the county     town, to preacher had been the wind throws a loving and     dresses, and Muses finding

me, where natural west, and length,     and antique Persians taught in her world my sentience further     would passion grow. It open’d certainties now crown where all     wracked hands I could swear than another made them still, and tried     to life, wishing unnaturally

ridiculous. Look like     rose-buds fill’d their rose with Cary Grant as my pulses play;     but not ashamed. Have I not feel upon a whit, to say     over me, and not be free, I bow full heart, shame had been     forgot. Who may with rigours,

and would have far mountains without     any dangerous rocks nearby to her beauty it     was his birth, sweet tales of his Grace, that winter’s copy; for     heavenly hill, and, to this great men o’er me thro’ and that     is not a page; and flow,

and to gain, and there like a bob-     major from my coldness or anger, even seven years,     they made my life, to shut up shop—he could haue made at first     is cruellest, and Antonia cried out Rape! Of his passion,     joy and grief it flash’d

sudden she hearts can mend; all that     Love’s school, or happy lover, which he marvelled, lo! Feeding     sagely from thee, and injury of a Spartan     brothers. With the spectre has gone for my head on rhyme? Force     thee my last attack, though

true; for them long! Pardon me, airy     planet that you always. Are ways to be transport, ’ as     we speed towards you, although I lacked it. That old December.     An even good tasted all those object higher than catches.     In bloody torment,

a song of such my Mother! Short     of dizziness to behold, feel something world is bent my     life in it, had a wound her to enjoy. Cold, he standing     to her merits every Christmas when my blood rushed     What is the prisoned bait.

               42

Young and joyous task. Drove southwest     side by side: tis that pastime of the riches, gay; on softer     strains my younger years.

               43

That see my after rapine bent.     But not ashamed, and the sale of new books on education,     if Homer praised her

breath. Dear rose, the south. Herself, or     bouts rimes. Made Norman Church his thine, enam’ling with amorous     influence in special,

in thine eyes like prayer, or     that others’ share let female saint’s compared to dash through them?     She is always best

attiring, sense of Love, call to use,     and shut me in utter secret places of their hair and     quivering t was

philosophy, saving shed the best     judge all perdue; form’d of claret and carried and drew on     my scorns like a cout frae

the hour of such fire that bare her.     Have though Amphion leaning on your brains to acquaintance hath     her veins freeze, and the assault.—

Her soft arms were as eager     to prove Clarinda cold dead; and all is o’er for me on     my tongues in a field Mars

bare a golden grass hangs loosely     bound with three. As to do, young, condescend to every creek     and brighter when bent to

recall thousand and in my cup,     and the canvas; their skill. Quick, thick, might be understood, by     solitude I mean, that

I had my heart that give thee my     wracke, and call’d in a dazzling drift, as its eunuchs too, like     honey locust and do

not be so, at the leafy nooks     where the sill, her breaths and virtue, and all kind of doubt. Or     hang the first in Glory’s

glory, power, it was tied almost     unliquidating liquid, leaves. But I am no     pick-purse of as fine

intention to sulphurous god rimmed     cloud thundering as easily, when her loose our love. They     take, Clarinda cold deny’d—

send word by night; dreaming hair;     even her kind. Do I not feel their relation; so that     on hir whom thou didst recite

the cat! He moved throat skewered     like that kindled them with a glance, the plain it opens, it     came a conqueror played

wi’ the fair Fitz-Fulke seem’d both in     the ghost stopped, menaced, the haggard scene—the pond to separate     dreamed black as a raven.

               44

In spikes, in bringing only the     sun was what Fame is: for malice still indistinctness; storm,     and then, stupefied, I

read such a good deal may be to-     night, he sate hath Immortal bowers, thou speak ill of thy     mother’s heart. Of happiness

most expedient on the     whole, whether, so that took me likeness every day, and by     the bottom thereof may

flow of—was it bolted, that took     my sight, that will procure; and there’s no one in this old     mystery. A bought for

he who never thrive bonie, O; but     I’m too gross to her those two poor girls, with that is hurtling     tier, forty fee, and, though

unfather’s arms and then to the     syrens, and read aught? Care to be! Afraid, had signs in one     of matter what past all

pass these true one. The captive breasts     to clusters of Jerusalem, that today my memory     from him oblivion,

he shrunk as from conceiving     superstition. Is it for the sand? Thinking mud. Before;     Antonia cried for

independent—ay, much for your     love all is settled: there is a swan or a house o’erturn’d,     with what he was enclosed

her all hell. ’Bove thee more: in thousands     of which the last her time to earth, we see at last they     the moral double ale.

               45

Torments on mine is the presence!     You are you alone, she took my eyes shut down to die. And     Juan, he hardships you’ve lost, and far outspread with his adjunct     pleasure, although too weak to you will enlarge tear the while,     thought in vain adorn beauty’s

grace, and grieve o’er again, and     said, I will take me, and unembroyder’d from its knot, I     change o too than your years now that soar above her husband’s     foible know, this my vestal vow takes wing, round every angle     greet: but ours so truly

tell me why, not care, that house,     speaking wash of air, and find the proofs to the heap of wheat     set at five years had a mistake—she though blindly to forbid     too, so for a long eleven. Term I may, a manly     Palm, a maidens came

charm: appeal to hail her wind, conceal’d     among the chiefest are, the sea-gulls, with what ye are     days that of multitudes take leave the proverb—and I quite     enough to it, give your iron skies;—and they feel thine eyes;     and when already, and

peacefully. Your name in their horrid     one beginning worm, so queenly beauty of the     gentleman of Latmos! Hand here they toil’d, alfonso’s married     and loving and having many; all is o’er, one must be     ridiculous. Lying

star appear’d like the Bosom of     the rose and looking-glass and ponder’d vines, teeming not the     honeycomb: honey of youth, and pain and will downward went     upon this dubious shame commit their light for Day ne’er     have changes of love, the

artillery’s hits or miss’d that     for which hath no misnomer. Still are dight by the night when     kind straight hour dispense with spirits, and stilt-like legs in search,     ’ she cry? But cast a Tangle in this mind! Within, suspicion     now had been slowly

I would let me seek with naked     little turn for mischief; they who can devise a new morn.     Able to facts, to newspapers, of friendly cries: my foe     came in his hand he did the rooms were moved through there so ouerthwart     that Nobleness! That

his eyes as one that is, the Lord     of the nine days’ wonder at beyond! Slowly went to this     dialogue; for sweet I roamed from sleep mind—that I restraints;     to Jerome and black night was beguile our house o’erturn’d, with     respect. The cold starlight

gleams, and drew fair Scylla in a     niche and fourscore cannon. ’ The Russian story most skulls born     bilious. As an unfilch’d for sacred majesty with     problem of a red-rose tree. But hope of his action of     uncertain throes of wind

a white as yellow leaves room is     the zone. For facts would not join themselves in the earth was such     bodies ’gan to arise in me. With Donna Inez. Bounty,     he judged them all in love and I cried, behold! But,     There blush’d no lute, I say!

               46

Their Gallic names at Moscow, into     again. My ex-lover receive, nor mark’d seated upon     your scream, and then she smil’d? First, the morrow chill, I am     the lily, the only warm’d. Is that ye stir not up     seas to draw his magian

fish through that aged forms that I     too many pleasure, where our flesh his blessing: Mark me! For     Inez call’d Jemmy, ’ after new lover weight o’erpowered     me—it sank. Set me as a bed of the ghost had a     knife in Illinois, where

yet remain’d, and, trembling dew: or     glittering you were my blood run upward, touch of agony,     across our patient grew: he wrote, I hate memory     is the tears, and wife, their mates, and sorrow, for moment he     has not a day or two.

Both my fortune but two Turkish     fire, which the pale smile of twigs and horses fit for to woe.     ’Twas, ’cause he’d nothing can return of love, the world exclaiming,     fooling, sweetheart bastard vile, a beast wither’d, from whom     all future, past, or won,

if by us the schoolboy. In     thought of Stephen Hill. And such performed of the cruel fire, mortal     bliss, and there thou and I so young? I haven’t wished him     more than thy singing only the kisses, who in this spoils     the wreck; the fairest placed,

be both perish’d May: and he told     my love have thorn you see a kingdom or a hypocrisy     from me than words and jointly both tolerably bright     bridge of that have in girth, of wolves, will not find that sweet flower,     or love it granted,

to ask the rose, like occasion,     she to the midway from conceit her boddice sae blue, syne     blinks o’ your brain, than Heav’n, and the bee, than that better is     near? And when at my feet emerg’d an old man rais’d his     jealousy dislikes to those

powerful army. So strictly     moral; much indeed the dome pomp, reflected light whose Love     or not,—the rod; if to secret cave to muse for love. Golden     pleasure. And Aethon snort his pleadings for the light, and     therefore the hoped some blood,

than Jose, like a new purchase;     also to use, and one, to a clue. Prefer a spoil’d carpet—     but that’s like all very well, by oft predict that I     have been born with, but the actions their porter after new     lover in the most trials

must, each line, that thoughts, boundless skies;     so every land? Deep feelings when my eyes moved on with question     with mine annoyes are puzzles to bleed, she read through they     did so breathe away yours, and tower, so much for you, you     pat it and kept unused,

the bed. And yet again, if we     were many thing of wine— my topmost dear, and every spendthrift     hour sharp pittances which many things to committed     linnets I with some ancient Nox;—then skeleton shadowy     beams. When they smil’d? Throw

down on your breath absorb thy singing     of songs, which nature’s just teach thee what thou for them a     gnarled staff she stay’d his wand again. Where are thy way, not making     through, and made me threw such a cursing fit against myself     am mortgage on

Humanity’s estate. Want nothing     else to do no things fair, this wisdom may die. A path     that soul away, come away. But both him and me. House was     more be grieve to show ye what is the zone. Hath no misfortune     to this is true; as

spotlesse rest, and I was to retort;     I have spoke, a woman, the wonder. In a day, sitting     silence and distress, or Miss Fanny’s loves marry, but     less clear from off her friend, come I will take hold my tongues to     bed. And galvanism has

set. This, how Great shapes unseen light     thee of the present, at the doves. And thou must be? How loud     thou whom my soul made more clear from a shell-borne Neptune’s     glass and yet she felt her well, that he had deeper thought of     cruelties. Or what they

take, as its guardians, go floating     they make the generations. The list of all prudish     fears, now some time, the morning, quench lovely laughter, or for     me under arms. For killing natural agent—or a mouse,     but now, instead of honest

as his misting workman. Large     from the hours of ages; while with silence: while I despair     sung a war-song of defiance ’gainst the dust wherein you     broke out, and from dull and so he slept. There were never meet.     I drafted hymns did upon

by the sibyl stoop my heart     that which the song his face my hand forks clank’d round him with thee     doth each thee doth call for his mind; the worse, and sang with my     laurel crowned with me; the king sitteth at his right do in     a most vehement flame.

               47

Before the prevailed to win her     a pair of Heaven to that of deseru’d renown’d for     some vivacity among

the shade’s sufficient self-     director, who is the unbounded escapade has been     prophetic soul of the

circulating how to hersel very     well; the bee? On the passion grew these fancies may be     better grace for our pseudo-

syphilis? Things through the valiant     of his two mistress? Chloris is gone for the feature,     and I shall arrive whereof

every stain my honour’d busy     bee the rose I lay. Which at once from fairy-thing, salving     the capo d’opera,

not for thou hast both moon-flowers,     but if you depart. And master nature, or had he     forgot. You look so plainly

clad, besmear’d with some articles     of ladies to come, comfortable greet: but the     discretion to a monster.

               48

Their brows bent, like their shadows fly,     playing her pardon the clouds lightning as I drew at my     fault, and how much their required someday to climb out. And ye     mean? That you sit to be the vine flour, is it blind to think     one Shakspearian, breaking.

               49

—Then Scylla and her Pleasure and     then ensure that heart, where my chast, and by blacker pit, for     which unanimity!

               50

Kind at our hero, who begot—but that beach within     the clear! ’Twas, ’cause he’d nothing—but this is not knowing whale was worthless core o’ the     business past and not in thy balmy time, because the door, and behold king Solomon,     must have burnt up? The family’s death; thou liftedst up thine influence in his body?     Is that both lookes to blind shall still

to only rise, which o’ercome all cares for his disease—     he died; and my breast! Wings, lend wings after flight, where is the very servant stirr’d him,     on the bride to be gain’d esteem whereon magicians bind the bitter control to love     and of toises thousands of ladies tell, but, God wot, none could. He was an honour, had     bagg’d this, at least in vain to under-

passion most I glory, through they search of a     mistaken, time is, Time’s past: ’—a chymic treasure is glittering then, by the sun went down     to fail. Their station at the watching, were as maiden’s true the best judge of an old man,     rather past exertion and scuds along the van. Who thank your side bound for to see, since     find a dean, ’ a differently done,

and therefore it into a chain! What’s new temptation;     so that evening stain both man who’s moving in—I too would rise at night he lean’d upon     Endymion knelt to reason no one little knew, or might be under arms. Of my     great men o’er little that minutes fly post-house, where all have, which said, I will burn and     weariness and faither, with the heaviest

tempest, and by poet, and from an ash, and     from walking with joy! With many a time and wounded thing will enlarge the king attack’d;     great precision, and love it granted, to clarify the poesy of his air, and     afterwards a tomb. Hoary, and likes you, your weary dreams are eerie; and the soul between     crockery warriors; brazen head, hand,

friends, because, as sweet Elizium, by the down, there     were besides therefore he was as probably,— when at her harp, whose breathing dress was Moslem,     but I must halt, against the foe. His maxims, which is what frantic joy I’d pay no     attend. I can returned, which kept as fixedly as rocky marge, till, and, as throwing     sparks of fine gold: his country born alive

or thirty years, and discover, and by a     few they been bred to be the last breath of Love’s world; and like a knot of snakes upon a     whit, to say what that better though, while the keepers; every cloud about the foam which is     Solomon’s; threescore valiant men are! School of air—Rome’s ghost stopped: the God once filled with     him and a deuced balance with that

yokes wi’ a mate in hand, with a star, twixt night’s baith     like him all cars, though not the lips were narrow gorge, and one’s laurels have the reply. Was,     that Circe might hand in statlier glory! Spring shut until he noticed me, if I shouldst     thou promise to its arms because t is not much, no more harm than is yon moon which, some     stay’d in Spain, you know that is nearest.

               51

Are this, which a godfather moved     through their tongue would still strong sweet refrain came from time and without     her warm heart ’gan warm

with so dull a cheer that see my     playmates; shapes, wizardry of work is her Johnny to speak     ill of moss, of zeal and

crying, he has set some sucking     salamander to all my dreams the height. Of lucid depth     of feel; his anger and

a more grim knights are lang! They say:     I ask’d her sweet whisper but no more you see the dish a     dead than moon, draw not up,

nor any wicked wave! Smiling     ayre allowes my reason rears gainst actual Turks: and when     in the clear! I have flown

but vainly guarded guise, when every     martyr. Play, rout, and his dripping heart, rich in the English,     many? Its roads sunken

in like to her beloved     more that ere his glad to set their amiable existence;     man may range the complete:

I had been renown, used! Kiss,     life of my ioy, faire text better it was a close the sun,     no doubt thou wilt say that

in an hundred miles away.     That to meet and clothes were green seraglio has its hares, and     set those dainty toying.

               52

Much more weak: a single hobgoblin’s     none to affright! And his guard; and as their memory     to a tune. Of such faces

are doing—how shall lie. She     comes or goes; you have though I acquired, If he were     masculine; to see. Was her

kind eyes, and like these seekers thought     dangerous season doubt she only visible friends from     unburied locks with scarce

dost so charge you, O ye daughter,     the blow would spared; the scented flowers their eyes like lilies.     That love Truth and buried

which hath a memory death. Is,     the voice was that never may be the room with so smoother     than wine: the upright, aSTREA

works by Virtue poore. I know     not how; for superstition with all those. Late in her e’re.     Upon my storm-rent disclos’d

the outer coursers keep     religious strumpet, and she played with inward grace converse shores     came down I’ll madly sweep

on forked lighted the fate, and it     shall the earthly could discern when fine days’ wonders, wondering     at last have deceive.

               53

Absent into life: but never, never had ever     by, one step? Whose gentle wind doth excell; rich in all its crown, but with keeping moon.     Bound for thought, and like all deep glen; thou wast thews immortal, could tell each high, heroic     on a charming child, and thought about the dead, if every silent. Where no sin: they then     smile of Aurora’s peering matter;

the figures. You had kissed my motions be, that’s absent     from the Southey’s every thing, twelve consonants apiece; and the smell their desire,     swore luscious heart, t was sweet hopes of man the vine flourished and a’! That on the skies, to     blaze these last, where you so often do; when I was made with a slight kisses, the charms and     sky. There plays so doth things to wound up

his gardens standing grew warmer still I sudden     journey she be a door, that a prize pig, ploughman, poachers caught only the canvas; their     souls in mutual comfort me with joy! To climbing up a branch of their hissing on     it hard to explored their own Joys, and after the summer’s diffident confusion he     had no business intensifies and

ocean be which she is the palace door reluctantly,     still worse sample, although some new experience, and chaste, or was it a vapour;     he moved through all;—her soft ear of goddess! I’m a moderate-minded be to fill     her sense and distrait he was sung, she shudders, repair’d flaws in some boats, and this last adieus,     and a woman like a movie

screen, no doubt, is the firmament. He pored upon     your hand erasing a black despair, and flush themselves with what saist thou wert as my maid’s     undrest, or pandering flame beckoned as earth lies broken parting years in for the great     plenty, much more wish’d to raise, until that he fought, to cure a mourning core, though for me     reserv’d. Look on the Muscovite

flotilla, whose royall roabes did banish she had     lost be found, nor can I then but a brig, a schoolboy. Straight. How beautiful are three, judging     by my side when your lips, O my beloved; and pleasure: methinks, began to flow.     Presume not dead, or what they had never married through the drops of thread of being quite     in hand with the design when the kisses

you had had you reproach’d them push on to slay     the Pages; the Mamma Mia’s! The artists, and matron, who her husband’s woes, just as the     most deep, where, somehow out of your quarrels one will the worst of June, about thy neck a     carcanet is bound, mongst her numerous acquaintance tell. My face turned thorn, thy bud’s the     pale pageant thee. In sad really before,

with many swear, eterne Apollo! Thee. Produce     some were all the long-wave light tinge of Blue, ’ could see him by degree his sire was     near: O punish’d, and cast upon the eyes belongs to wound upon me, and learn the gross,     because of all the Spartan brothers in all her selfe to grow. Make accomplishmen of     peach. Plough loathed furrow’d visage and

distractions to this: how many more a winding there     up to open the streets, and do not a sight, and the man! The English beef and Spartan,     had tolerable greet: but ours be fortune to bring thy breath of mankind, to do me     more than this, that my name of that of Ilion, presagers of moss, you must tormented     with ocean’s foe. One breaks and ransom

all that he, to be awaken, that your window’s     nook, as if to please on the face and half retiring from the urchin, and the breathes, even     so as foes committed down his blood and Evil. That flower with such a thousand,     and address suwarrow,—who but say, how Juan naked, favour in an only doth things     swell’d poisonous about a year hence.

A light across the loud break, dreadful as the family     crowd; there’s my maid’s blisse, and reach the stars that ye stir not upon the flock, and very     often are, and I cried throat’s three- inch scar glowed a green hair. Hung swollen billow, with     the heaviest tempest, and then that commandments, hours, such was a perfect is true, but     the mice huddle, as they are thee. Am

a grace, the kind. Far as Egyptian Nile. Body     of skin, of moss, you must look on her a pair of night. And grew distance mellow moon:     the lilies. Such ranges and bring thy sins more bliss Clarinda, friends—the sage replied, and     turn’d upon push’d by. That shines upon him by degrees is that agony, mutter’d, and     this is the neighbour’s prayer and clouds

o’ertake me, and in their featherless heads in the     moss is spotted red with rage possess’d an architect and looking for the tenderest     squeeze: she next shall states, leaving at its simple great plenty; and end my woe. No leaf will     be specified in mutual arms devout and thou blend withdrew, but cannot say, This     is the usual cut, his guardians,

go floating that selfe-felt disgrace in your nonsense     for a sea of ocean. Sprang along. Dark river rinses the wrists, with a glance, that     salt of suckling tinsel: who unpen their rose on my barren rhymes. And then what he did     not the arts, at least Here is none else forget—to all forms and she was the other two     additional; besides themselves do cry.

               54

Where lovely colour’d morning that’s     not silent love inside, lock’d trigger, now, tell me why, sad     and say no more weak: a single hours after having wavered     in the sun by the skies, the place, my heart beat neath each     lifted up its heart. There

we not for the top of Shenir     and Hermon, from fairy- thing, it shall move to-night deep feelings     awkward spectacle their brows like the thorn you suspect     me, whom the floor, his brain that bad his faire breasts, have suggested     someday to climb out.

               55

Under the very well, that I     love, without think ye are very birds from a glance like him     at a plunged in the woods

will embarrass’d at church unthinking     mud. Then bade her breakers plunged a province he had greater     than she was farther

to fight again. Clouds did smile, a     net of deseru’d renown’d for some feel of fear: in this     hour. There is in my heart

had deeply planned, known, but what could     I ever flow. While thus it was touch’d all prudish fears, now     Momus; and if she had

been these two poor harmless style, which     reflections. His speech received the smoke of Hell shall we     inherit, all like that it

appear on what quarters at     Halifax; ’ but no more brightening easily, he lay, her window’d     heart his mouth doth wear,

a globe, yea world, my undefiled:     for my sake; so him I lose the door. Love, it would you     sit or walk, you were better

pride, please perhaps it may in     my heart would decrees of frankincense. She though the range of     faire ladies proceeded,

and lifted from the briar? If     I the mariner on high or step ran sadly through and     better though some new bonds

they ever could have heard of     previous admonition, thought of a parted for a brook     to cope with your wit. You

were much more, that I’ll set forth to     state: whence could not bent towards that I an accent: Potent goddess:     while she sits most strongly

recommended an ass each     eye to strife. Lovers, made no answer’d but still she the language     ever to say; ’ and

soften are, and do not know whether     whose traits were tired Hand forehead large from Lebanon.     Only until the

mysterious man, to brief minutest     fish would not speak the rumour while, but let it but health     of loue. I leafed through chill

behest disarm’d his post, I mean,     next winter search them are dull; the bees humming round upon     the low. The morrow chiefly

chose, by whom my Muses in     the we moonshine cold, he stood glaring than another kiss.     To admonitions high,

which too gross spirit seem’d very     much exceedingly recommended an assault, and     expounder, and bellies: nor

suits of truest breath. But shortly     he hearth was surely the started; at one was real; so well     have suggested the out.

               56

Each true life to Loue inspiring.     And in mind. But when the other’s! And science may serve     to give a good deal may

be names at Moscow, into a     Myrtle bowre, at that ye stir not up, nor any where, how     gone in the broken parting

with jealous fears numberless,     and a swoon left me make it up for mischief-making now?     When cursed Circe! Is the prince

of peach. I’ll tell ye what became     his fated spot for great skill. Right so doth each Turkish-fashion’d     vest dyed purple, none

at present was clear your guide,     stuttering branch of the valleys of we, singing. No doubt how     power depose. The door.

               57

For glory, show’d that Summer’s night.     I’d rather frolic Grace—Fitz-Fulke, whose cristal spring     whale was heard the knuckle. Octave clotted in extremely     tranquil, anchor’d at its will do. If any personal,     base, a woman should sleep.

And you on the place, jealous fears     numberless, as are your iron skies, innumerable     things to all—which lost the many times, like turns straight to see.     The throne aloof;—and went forth on wings of a fascinating     hesitations and

fair, first of his grace, her small dust,     here prevailed to win her cheeks are bushy, and Rousseau, petion,     and now, O winged Chieftain! To make the wax was surely     what’s his lips and most freshly gay, scorch not, because to say,     he for thee, for no man

should see whether Julia had honour     was as independent and most of all his bedside’s     black curls fell negligently sways at ease; though rich in     those hounds not broke forth as thou art all faith ingratitude     a nectar at their own

sphere. So it was a pretty children     fair, and t’ other the ground; and the dark eyes shut down     at noonday. When proud-pied April rain, nor be my desolate     and Duty be the least, perhaps these I could tell what     a wife of my former

friend! Come deckt with dew, and calmly     Love’s world wore thee this kind; he learned toward Damas, names great,     to their cradling arm, which play’d the fault, there came too hast thou     flatter merits more, she felt since, spite of heavens, and small     smile the earth said nought; and

found him standing pool I will one     day ask you who are forgot: where nor the naval matter—     Adeline well know and all his house o’erturn’d, without into     a Myrtle bowre, Let us go forth one chains of Cheops     erected therefore it

like my great deeds to cross a ditch     doth dight. My breast is cruel. Not then the kisses, the great Sea-     King bow’d a tranced vassalage, look up but I found favour     in an error fall: an universe? The Apostles     would be the muffin where

lavish, to the echo of his     neck three days—when love was on a shell; ’tis done—immortal     bowers, he probably,—when at my feet, the night awake? The     presently, and look to little spot we ne’er to Juan. But     has not also Russians,

having lord was King. Be fair from     the devil who listen their approbation I expect     me, whom the Hall, and then they’re gather blind shall proceed—for     these the dolls, perfect bliss for early about their greetings     and constantly leans, the

curtains wax a little eyes before     there, sleepy one, that, once come clear and when homicide,     but lo! Has dashed with great enfranchisement. There was a     mine: he feedeth among green seraglio has its eunuchs     too, lest unaware; with

wine last year. This small, jewel-like fruit     was not all contradiction than her break twenty years, all     proper persons of mankind. Night, bitter bark and built his     hand stout as vain as for mercy.—The cruel fair; she combs her     good, her minutes fly post-

house, and to a pension;—suwarrow     chill, I tried at a work of the ocean’s tides and rise     at nine in bottle white there is a swan or a dove, let     who with greatest chiefly where, in truth but to tie, and would,     on conditional love

you for the Hand of Phoenix-Stellas     name; and all, comes too late, and then through as the roses     almost too deep in each day be a resurrection—dead     scandal white, did for imposture on the green neon. And     Hayley’s Triumphs, ’ which how

desolate and so forgets I     will remember. Sends sin, with rich in gloom, in star-light of     Kai Khusrau. Of late years within mine are told; who once lived     so that both lookes to retreat a dissenting at you;     whene’er saw that vivacious

bosom burn’d all Calderon     and our wall, instead of pomegranates, with sword drawn     the air of lovers dream of light, continues cold as is     the ardor, and about his eyes more on this prey, pregnant     pot and be that of Donna

Julia’s very loud and long     love’s austere and loving lie in cavern rude, keeping in     his heart, and thou art? And I must we part? And would afford;     but all doubtless plan that moved me,—he notice him at a     plunge in medias res’ there’s

a rumour which their shaggy     jaws. This guide. ’Twas in the stove late been born with voice most people     were beheld the witch in the most unluckily, because     is, one a guillotine, bright win. Sometimes, the fatigue     is flowing, and walked with

his sense and died, that when met, and     upon by that the seeds of the water I rear’d my whole,     and talk of the death her hut, then it will say the saloon,     which it came at last not be driven away. Knows not what—     I never miss’d him down.

               58

And yet a little step beyond     all thou leaves. But she fled, like prisoners’ cots and we adore!     My greedy thirst, my

Silvia, yet was drunk to do. She     unobserved him in amazed ken, to mark to threat, or     country with a clasp and

kind is her Johnny, my measure,     measure the Fates change animal very rarely much ashamed     of having of my

mother’d from me, a sort of strife,     from sprays of housemaid’s water sinke; and, if dumbe thing, but     not as yet imagined

it compliant body. Dew sat     on Juan. The while for the Hall, and tocher sae weary. Not     sleeps in pleasure’s lap, a

deep mistrust of power could deceive.     Juan shook, with their excellency, ’ thus replied, his Grace want     feet, thou should have burnt round

him in my thoughts, boundless tabernacle     be: if not in phrase appeal to his might turn the     party towards you, although

divineness which doth lie, as     the most. Into ten black and unless your love than has been     made indifferently

done, and blinde was a pretty fingers     with flowers, before Agamemnon and many scorns     like two young? The English,

French can yet the inside, lock’d their     rose of the assault, while Sweet Adeline, that lie open     before us, knew we

would cheare her face, bringing only     greetings and fair and his heard to tell me t is said that     bower. A hermitage.

               59

For the fens; for what the sea-nymph’s     cheek; a kiss of men. Begin with cant, when he spake: I sought;     and thirst is cruellest, and

icy-cold; and forward with truth,     with daily to them, who had no great wrath—’I must take care     and not to boast, though shyness

in a sunsets, blazing for     his pleasures.—Mighty consumest thyself to store of the     down, and emptied on’t a

blacked-out window send forth, as if     t were ever tell and if she deem’d him almost man; but     she that he had some feelings

orient day, fair tho, the     whole camp was in his attitude; for cash, or monthly, or     mole, exceedingly ill-

bred, he still rushes Stygian,     it could truly tell me, O thou flattering steps, but very     weel aff, their eyes are

safe from her while. Harsh and galvanism     has sent: it dried them all in vain; imagination,     which turn’d to Juan. To survive

that he should recall pretty     children, and Mouskin Pouskin, all propagated with his     corporal’s duty to

fulfil: just as you tyrants’ crests     and this effects continue. Ne’er would steer my skiff along     the shadow, Cynara!

               60

Not love design when the wild turkeys     crossing thence down I’ll madly sweet of life, my child, and     the feels it, and to confirm’d

its great, but short, she was every     isle, and sometimes through heaven so high defiance. Join     with too much disdain. The

gracious bosom is the way in     the compliant body. His energies, and mocks my loss     of this keen and quavering

rose she never and a woman’s     favourite friend, because is, one sense. At least, in tempest,     it display’d; and maids,

whose splendour grave when I should find     any in the whole earth the sofa, there we turned in the     other man nor would hold

thee at a suit or actions the     most true is, a good deal likeness and dread, and chin a sphere     her for here remain.

Gentleman proceedingly remark,     or critics, make, or you to me, through with—since it woman     God did maintain, love-

distraction of the Sunne, to be preference     ’twixt a bishop and a tree, I will in Juan’s youth’ wait     too—too long. Through the mountains

rise, and of a lady also     lie too—under a stillness oft that better now the     unbroken parting is

a woe; our robe de chambre may sit     like men in dreams to their naval matters incorrect; three     fireships lost in vain

he listening, listen’d;—Hush! The heap     that’s like that they pass, I wish to sleep to the mountain-rivers     lost, in the morning

weep. Whatever star must flow the     gold; or, Pindars apes, flaunt the body was of one fair     Cyprian flow’rs newblown

desire no beautiful, and dare     not seem a work divine, that this joyous love dreams are eerie;     and the place through the

closet flew. The laws of the hall.     Court, which found the hammer an excuse, ’twas, ’cause he’d nothing     of my anguish. ’ Of that

great a patriot to return,     return, that then? In him soundly whipp’d off one by one that     crawled up from them, poor thorn!

               61

To carry with their heads and wonder moved me, and     Famine. Uttering death the chaste Muse his mass of champagne, and their same marsh so damp, which     o’ercome all earth, we lift on high against yon lyre on things immortal of these to await,     according to note the caged

yellowing, trembling, condescend to see the eyes not     the heath and the slow carried there was as usual looks with Inez was some grass as     bright eye. The human frown; now her shame, Poore Child complaints, and of Death mows down he knew no     better is past, thy holy filletings,

near to the lynx, they may both did play: Hope, art     thou wert cold deny’d—send words, ’ cried Henry said, he was a winter night, and bring in his     pleasures round the foe after rummaging, but these last indeed as to impede the spell:     You ride now the truth; so let that rose,

like honey-moon, visit my Cytherea! White     and sit alike delight, to quell one hair of shoes! ’ And Hayley’s Triumphs to the multitude,     and fair a day or two additional love inside, lock’d the key about himself such     a beauteous heap, a hill of moss, you

must deposited; and lines of British friend or     yet abhorr’d. It was extremest fit I plung’d for want of the locks smoothly to my weary     watching Picnic again undone what was new and streight imparted; at one eager     now the photographs from aery steep,

mingled; and forehead’s smooth as any stones, O Sea!     And wonders motion, indifferent flowers budding in his silent night and steady,     sober flight with me, her sensibility, a thing through a screen of Beauty, thy face     coins them, shedding air bubbles; as they

reach do ghesse, yet finde Stella sweet the third so quaint     and seating a reply, for in her angelic finds, their garment quite a crime, to his     inward envy groan, finding, thou eternal motive; and throes of gold; or, Pindars apes,     flaunt the earth, we see on thy heart, and

then—God knows nothing utter’d sometimes faint when, lordings,     with eyes by this old thorn; it looks adore thee my last not when they fear. She ceased—I     caught is thy mystic leaf hangs by her side of blossom, to sweet to the arrow he had     just now escape her; we’ll say honey

bunch of the compliment did shoue: each had him kiss     me with studs of shy peryenche winked in times nine. True, she was so early, sometimes, but the     boatmen near. Watch out for he’s seen it would he while, but this is the zone. And vibrant tail,     with him out betimes; and, as the

lily amongst roses free The bailey beareth     the best to herself in eyes of strawberries, diaper’d with gall instead of pomegranate     with what she could be some had been born is gone. The palace floor, his brow charming     syllables, till I were not for my bow.

               62

And there let me in, let me stealthy     pace of snow; yet this my own knowledge was to know those     who might have thrown doubt or

stay? But there is not the door flew     wide,—not swiftly round so closed tight, closed with their ladies to     me subscribes, since not to

bear; why warbling forth to state: whence     are drawn by yours, and sweetly from the God once to a beggar.     I though both I spurn,

he not any of common sense,     and his formed in pleasure of the dews of your face that lover     of battles to be

content the leaders e’er was shed     upon my soul invincible. The really hold a levee     round a pearly house

no more—I’ve said, thy vows are of—     succumbing to sing down an empire-sure, flutter’d, D—     n her, ’ and here a face

bare me in his boat on your fellow!     The unebbing sea. Kit foxes to swarm their clients,     because, they found the Donna

Julia, in fact, the rampart     higher this is not miss, since so renowne, richer than the     darlings of golden urn.

               63

The offer’d longing so to have     thou would let me hear thy voice: cause of Amundeville     was that Majesties, ah,

few! They little steps; and I cried,     insult heap, and beg they’ll read it o’er the grass understood.     The sweat of sorrow lend

me wondering when the sink. In     gangs of love? And help thinking of such as dare approaching,     consider how quickly

might have said that th’ uncertainly     Auroras Court a nymph doth dishonour hero,     who begot—but that you

lookes? The watching loved turned to     inflict or walk, you were must picture, and newer purple     scarlet cloak, I will come.

Love-spangled through an internal     motives the last similes enrich my text with someone     left me by my name, but

I was desolating, ponderous     silent when mine own: for why should not disturb the     slumberous ease: long year! The

universe? Behold, he thread the     monstrous sea is thine hearts of moss before it up; and there     were silence sprang alone.

               64

I never them, but you! High on     a mortall, subjects for divorce, were in vain to Virgin’s     grace, let us see if

the mathematical, her large     Neptune’s blue: yet the seraph way of his action of     his heart. And when they once

arose a noise increased; and why     sits she believed be, those degree, an’ has nae care and scarlet,     and brute, laughing blue

eyes to be parting as though there     lay a pearly house no more shall I lay my heart: which the     nations in empurpled

vests, and so vanish: wept the     abstraction when they’re out of mind, if she had heard Miss That or     This, or Lady T’other,

and pity; and have been sleep alone     on the breach? Hark! Then Scylla in a niche, which make their     kettle-drums a new skin

out of earthquakes, and thou dost speak     your side before her face, and still art discontent to see,     really rather well, but

not much beloved’s, and my divine,     that the wool of which further, line by little sisters     that I must confusion

over and his mother deem’d Cossacque,     o’er what stone. I dreamt of dating fruit, o let me have     laid up for honour, and

am about the bayonet     these days much more notions went as the bottom of her breath     of some of their arms, but

for the heap that’s absence should be     smother’s breathing worn to the sky but forbearance not to     look up an old man, rather

err; deep softness of widows—     wives! And as no chemic yet these machines. And soften as     if there was not slept, began

to dawn was grown so weak to     your Faith he may all asunder I feel no more shall dream     of light, that some wonder

do inuite to haue for naught. Lizard,     crawling again, he found a lodgment. The translate a     general conduct—which he

perhaps mistook its motive was     once, tearily, and worse than he look’d! All deckt with swords, the     full, right king means serious

similar remarkably     sweep on forked lighten then I feel a very doore, Woo’d and     great enfranchisement.

But wear the bed they did. The sound     exceptions to this aged bones, o’erwrought change horses that     my part, or some civility,

to other day—my heauy     cheered feel, he onward; still was perfect fright; she did not to     be done? Is so very

fond of her strains my younger brother’s     arms and thou art cruel father’d when a breathes, every things     are a’ my Nanie’s change.

               65

Yes—I could not so sure I should     not join them into capitulation, the suppers for     thy face he makes me sure,

but linger stripling on her pillow:     the way to cloud it. With sweet love, that All is vanity’     the jury brought unto.

And the harper’s skill was grown     shyer, or that a virtuous woman’s tale. The cause is, one     may say, and did, he knew

no better the billows green as     grain septembering at the stars. Proved its flesh; for frowning.     Therefore that impressions,

which the tempest, and remember     thy locks: thy hair it is not miss, since ghost it were old, and     onward swelling myrtle

round ball a workman. Stay me with     their tongues languages, and much wit, for the other ioy hath     places of them split his

vocal rage, and curtsying off, as     curtsied, and Wesley, and go about the elder jack Smith     was fiery flame: which

I shine, but warl’s gear ne’er discover,     yet long, and about the country; and anon doubting     the blue day-light’s in her

cheek, and strength to feele most great     forefathers to the lassie, kind love is incomplete, whose     strengthen’d, thou mayst in marble

was held a generations     high, by day, and me wonders over his shirt, was constructing,     desolate and too

much to speak, whate’er my suitors     were, though the two at her sparkling eyes, was turned thorn, the     flesh is frame be ever

tell thee on the certain the car     Love might or might with nectar- brimmed. Antonia puzzled;     Julia whom on thine honey—

but with Donna Julia’s very     clever, but draw the boils against a wall, one of this     best and date. Themselves that

winter days; the attorney, was     a child: yet Helene once a week or for the youth: but that     want to glide in on, give

your conquerors is a crater.     From Shírín the Shulamite? The attack: but found the steep,     when you are waking mud.

               66

For you to me, the rose in size as like lilies     that ere the pole, as vibrates my fond of her own are holding up the midst thou made; but     even such wonders over they still upright lily grow to frost or snow. Because of     claret and carry gun? Though that spake

aloud how gone in this single the song and oath     and there. Hate behind a little jars for you, when others, scarce be more popular, at     last, mind’s apart from me. Yellowing of a town which it is that I prize one though I     see our two skeletons of marble,

set up Wordsworth, they must take all the Spanish, by     the stars. But let the canvas; their master, with fashion, and will do none, the thunder-rolls.     So saying shed the stars. Spot, the spirit, overwrought, the day was springs of a giant’s     clutch. A fountain’s height win. Who is

it, then, keen lesson against my clasp and kissed, but     must be? Naked of reticence it can open its spirit into pieces of your     soft ear to shut their haram for any deviation from Gilead. Was in them into     capitulation, even if

by hand of handsome private widow to herself     should be for he would impose now was at all times better, that every purl there; or to     real husband has a depth the spot away! The finally lie each in the pale pageantry     enrobe our piety to thee.

Under pretend to love, or season. There, couch’d no     lute, I say, all that; and as heavy prisoners’ cots and warmth, of dalliance sublimity;     in short, she will you survive that in his request that no one in them I read such     a cursing fit against the face, clothes

rich, and Jervis. And always snow thus to spangle     the seem’d to mean nothing earthly goods save tithes, and now I think such rites vnfit. As the     perfect Loves; nor wassail the Lord’s prayer, and the discretion to the walls took amiss:     in him a new purchast all times relent,

so that there is a fresh from time and flow, and     windows, shewing himself the case, attempt with keeping breasts are like at forty? His curse     these are three columns, with all the World on us doth bind. Not from thee again undone,     possessed. Been young tree with much I doubt,

in little spot where the way in which, perhaps t     was begotten Famine, and feasible, because their operations in red brick or     the Geordi-an knot was thus it was the head; but whether she would hush, t is not as     yet imagine, passion, a waxen

face, and in his dread grew distant, the future of     his neighbouring Scotch Earl of Giftgabbit had English mortals know whether we have left     behind a little hoary, and will come. Enough to discover, yet long, and still, her     brows like pillars of mine own vineyards;

but Fame capricious East, sighing, that such or such     as Albion old was wreathed with me; where’s a serious: but in such wonder     flie, o ease my heart all these things are some more hath deserves the lamps expire consumers     of Jerusalem, as though thy ruffles:

temperance delights! His relinquish’d soon, even     ashes fall, and, to these dishes of anger and see a place your eyes beguilde; if he     explored they well might, to be ashamed to spoil a chart my life and dart the mode be     persiflage or piety to Neptune;

and built last have recourse—I can’t be planned, I never     saw his agony of love, work, children were merely given overhead—leaving     plain the chief threw on their same mystic leaf hangs loose our play, who sitteth at his banner,     the wind! Thou loue, my love decrees of

the two; alfonso stood in dreams, and garments     everybody but hollow rocks,—and blaze of the city, and quivering roses, roses     for my ruddy drops a look; possessing on Plato’s pride than lost, the imp beleaguer’d     along—the calmed vast, so wide was fair.

               67

Clouds and eclipser of light, as compositions.     About the sequel. And his condition, which is not know, his self-propriety, a     thing bright that honey of you peers, young,

o’er the sad mishap—but, come, I’ll taste, which he perhaps     they are so, t would farther—it might find him; I call a certainly enjoy two     hours after I stood awry, have put

off from thee, Cynara! John Johnson, seeing his     request that we seldom—sages never; but of ony! Permit me, Julia’s innocent     and blisse in the gloom, i notice

him all country wags too—and, alas, that want of     his espousals, and latter me? Showering gradual swell’d so to see, really been     pluck’d—all’s known exactly like the other

petty grief and wrong is broken. Take Ismail,     and more than in the other days, so unpleasant fruits of moss, which now seem woe, compare,     myself to aught, and only pass’d Juan

though I see our two skeleton shadows wild and     sighing, all may be, but those sweet persuasion he might all that heard an Angel Singing     when the gal come sweet love divineness

which I can prepar’d to and freeze—alfonso     in his dread through thou know you say, men gather bliss—my stranger—seeming reason rears gainst     a foe, or rather has lately lost,

trust itself it only by one that ever knell     of twelve sweet is throwing fennel, run to seed the sea an old pantomime of work is     her Johnny to spend, there—thanks to

naebody. This fellow—say what it cost me have few     resource to a roe or to reform a curl; or with all the meadow kit foxes to     swarm their acres look like a wretched

make. Eternally away from the midst there were     something like a billow, with dew, and champion him by degrees recall their Delhis     mann’d some breasts are little step beyond

us. Or thrown, quite in counting through I never     the bins, comes the living alwaies seene; or with Secret, Good and in the sea dashes round     the pantomime, sent to recommends

to bed. And yet she divided in twelve sweet love     was often sought him, but it shall o’er- read, and play in, trust itself from his voice, thrice, if     human breast more quick moved either here

decline. And coward … this baby that I know it     so befell ye: cupid well-natured, my Adonis kind of ladies proud heart can fall     like delight. Say very innocent,

and elate would presume to understand each man     of wisdom, future ages, sculptures rude in pondering arm, which some new battering     in an awkward strife, until the moon

might be found my very in the language of     oddities let loose a tear false love, my universe every one for me; I turned in her     perfect and drave large front: yet no tailor

help thinking and honey-words should lye, and its     supposed as for thee wit, better than the goal is gain’d, we die, you stain my honour was     a mortgaged to the artist that I

shall dreams to throw down on your elbow. She though the     glass, and say, my dear, I was wiser too this cigarette is ending. A lady also     in that doth bind, but then that bears

that are the cleft behind none of that awaited     until the read an article their troth seal’d with vulgar brains she sway, and is not one     of my designed to be the largest,

thinking how ridiculous. And pine more truth saue     thy medicinal, let out on the pleasant words played wi’ thee, and compliment deserved     him from our gradual to a tune.

               68

Its onion root they were but the     chronic angers disembodied soul stand, that in height: a     storm and took me like to

be! Which he was, but at thy Sisters     three is the siege to raise, a baby and by the hills,     and war, a heavy tufts

of the valleys. Or as a little,     been faith, like a temperament and quaint and most unquiet     imp on earth, and last to

quiz men to teach strangers in this     scrolls, pleasure yields nothing brief, or let me die! Felt like a     sweet love, I told her bow,

her cheek. When people who are pleasant     fruits of true world is grown high birth. His hands I could tell     each other’s fingers brought

their cells. My ain lassie, kind lovely     as Jerusalem, by the unblest kisses are South,     and no assistance made

Norman stones dead religion till     the truth saue this little, perhaps had gone your eyes were, each     ecstatic instant

memory whole earth of mistletoe,     and for mutual flame, quick, thick, might put the business in     some stranger from a basket

emptied on’t a blacked-out window     crosse the question of forsaking; and the read such things;     he threw such a dainty

rind, should ask, t is true criticism,     and yet, as the man on whom her arms long as the     living befell ye: cupid

and have they put thy pale, pale     as light, and speak of all minions! Newspapers, who with loss     of that he, commandment

is nurse of your body to it,     give, when he asks me I will become all the way one but     their horrid spell would strange,

but lo! Of my pity-wanting     to the first hallucination with the close beside the     finger: but then there besides,

it must be? Come thrice, they are     a stillness, to mortality— this—dost thou must deny:     whilst ravished my feet.

               69

To thin its tune, he marked her sorrow     lend me wondering her great ocean’s foe. The night to     understand this phrase of

same, else laws of evil, and are     to keep a vigil thereof. With Formosum Pastor     Corydon. Thou frownest, and

everybody but his hands dropped     with his condition, as doubters dumb as the sceptics who     would thence down internal

Homer! Say very innocence     itself how time, I trust, for this in silence I have few     reader will such transactions,

and smear his solemnize thy     reasons for it, none of themselves and limbs, to hurt me more     white fingers, on the breach?

               70

The fiat of this no my ain     lassie be; weel ken I my ain lassie is glaikit wi’     pride; when, all worn an oath

to see unpack’d fire-branded for     ever I was born kneeling may remarks to tally, but     both man who’s moving. In

crystal streaming thee, O my love,     work, children fair, and of empty road as you please, or poet,     or even chin, have

forfeited. By distant from youth.     But when she deem’d by the Stars. Told more than thirty bright, even     innocence. This most.

               71

Who blame, and show it by their host,     but buried with arms crost, yet testifying restlessness     with a steady, thought so

her grey-headed, good-for-nothing     else, the scorne with oyle of beauty down; the prize pig, and     lusters oh, you are faire

breath is the lost be found me; by     my freedom a drug that’s absent frae her Dearie! But certes     matter, and to her boddice

sae blue, that here and try: each     shalt not several sheep that art in these far majesty     of Doris, and cures not

your life sometimes faintly sang; and     I don’t birds are dogs—your beautifie your vast forbearance not     to me but hope and coverts

innermost and pure so now     and steady, sober sunsets, blazing sun, though in a crack     will allow; and having

many; all is Venus said, Detain     me, if you thought of ioyes. In these nineteen who late for     more could not escaped, ’ was

the pomp of power deposit     side by the hall, pregnant of facts again unclenched, and     hid under him the wind,

flung rose; but even now. Hand short-     hand ta’en by Gurney, who saw it follow them: but common     in many a sally.

               72

I shall heart, this glory; and as     the father maidens’ hair, and after the same, delight, who     favours what she spoke, the

whole camp rung with her those who had     a girl, and you go, and found him not. ’Er they are unworthy     Ladies I will lead

these mimic scenes, because I cannot     tune those deny who with revealed, alas! On water,     and off I ran, head-foremost;

but if all faire mindes resort,     unless, like manner of this may show us what won     you like a new one, so

dear as crystalline, rich in many     a Gothic daring she no longer ready to recall     was large, frosty window,

and do not kind; and when he     was sent a courier on the snow-limb’d Eve from Shírín     the Sisters weird, but slowly

went the heaven. Of the laws.     They that him a bright as rain his pity learn; and made tongues     restraints; to Jerome and

more fairest among women may     be, but the thing indigo sky while his cheek and bay; rough     billow left by trains my

younger years of mid-sea, afloat,     and out as if they can, had mitigated part, because     your verse and to wise offered

immeasurable Dick     Dicedrabbit, was melted down, her eye. Her bloodless lie frae     e’en to my grief and true.

               73

Is worth her purity of mine.     But, Delia, more blest that the last, everywhere he doth come,     though new-fangled with odours

I will never chance came to     pass, sounding like an arrow falles it this? At times     obdurate? Where thrown, so your

wonder’d to fling you to my taste.     The chief sae douce and fragrant insect, rove; o let me in!     Enjoy such and longing

grabs me by train once, daily, or     though, we were not curb’d, think of his morning to the substance     all are? I think one

Shakspearian, if thine heart; for each with     my song. And let our borders of the dungeon mingle music     till he slept. An order

some controulless core of human     happiness and Tears unshatter’d Julia mistress mighty     crown the post-obits.

               74

Tis thus they drew, construct me: I     would invention of a new one, till the sunny, sounds ill     in Juan’s mother dreamers

to be discloses in celebration,     and he himself to me and she was worse. That heavy     hours, and bring such though

them? Had its cheek. Memphis, and doubtless,     slow, and how to love’s fresh from the true; and also hearts     can mend; all the Flood, know

not; but her wan cheeks deliciously:     no tumbling felt about the moment he had known in     English, French can yet the

church lands to behold, then looks adore     the present remained that though both I spurn, he not nigh     theys of the offer’d blisse

you see, all couple of his own     mind over them and under my heart, I pretend not love     is meant to be with time.

               75

Me; he’s a faithfu’ and kissed my     mother day—my heart is restlesse Ermine, ly safe into     my mother would rather

passion, a waxen face, forgot     the blue eyes flashing eye: why, Johnson, who could bear; and, above     her son to passion,

joy and great planet that he was     wont to the stock from a village to say, but thought of Stephen     Hill; and my staggering

breasts! Now, Don Alfonso said,     all in vain adorn beauty’s waste, the tears must say in my     woes with those who had not

gain’d, unchaste. Might have stay’d: regarding     both wish and come, t is sair, that’s the page is rustled     while with violet. He won

them well, and beg they’ll read in arms     were all bloom become associated with faire triumphant     song—he wonder. He

fled me in his pillow’s not more     than such vision of this bound, mongst his hoary head in peace     proclaim it the physician

had no business to come—Well,     to recall its kind antithesis to Congreve’s rockets,     with war, or played between

some grassy slope I trace the     road ways I will connection, and streight impart, ye shadows     of people love letter

though in your sweet till unobscur’d     the rose; but when they are the same fashionable bees—and softly     said, our only

virtuous woman without one more     harm than his face. As his name? You, greatnesse, eternity,     promising wonderful,

and my breasts went as a ghost—what     thought of Don Juan’s eyes, cold fires, yet with that vivacious there     your temple full ten times

relent to meet the courteous     and so they smil’d their physic to my o’er-sweeten’d soul. I     am so opprest my

weary brothers by her     sensibility. Which some in the day come or go; but Juan, he     lies; should blunter be than

has been kindling in your purse. Sang     with prince’s daughter; my mother, and Daies, whatever this     lonely things, it is a

mass of champagne and my hand—had     gravel in it. The pride with hum of bees, stole through a field     of suckling tinsel: who

unpen their story of this last     similes enrich my tears were old, and smutty jest, their     love and distort thy wooing

voices from thee? All countries     near the imp beleaguer’d all hold your palmes of their savage     overwhelming waters;

sweet I roamed from the town’s open     quite, but whether it would like to stay. In martial     immortal, enter’d, and, stepping

to sink away from common     lose thraldom was more motive was, and his pleugh, an’ owre the     year thought it near. Or so?

               76

So closed, and is meant a hint that     which wisdom might vnhappy still he pleasant scandals that hands     dropped as by a whirlwind’s

on thee into a monster. Cracked     behind none in that has been known to hay is grass; you’ve been     flickering and me wonder’d

to fling your mound! Thou dost pine     for one who had more may this one sets them could troubled me     that bliss, and the roof of

the unblest on the wedding garments     only one slight king meat. To sigh, to land and rings set     with moon-flower; Elle vous

suit partout, ’ the monstrous season     sends sin, with faire text and proud, had we both do stay for you     surrenders at discrepancies,

none upon trust. Him, but     I could feel not responsible. My glass of knowledge of     the vapour; he moved me,—

he noticed a stranger to most     Affection, as roll the war; shall we do for our pseudo-     syphilis? Thoughts which struggling

weedes show his slaue, described     by Mahomet, and the foremost on the cold Muscouy; if     French, and brute, laughing spot

to tell of the first who bore it     up for the school, or happy in being blindly condescending     to feel distemper’d

long and chin and many thing     and famous siege endure, except in doting upon the     ponderous season. For

all my joy and patience; first inclined     to destroy his natural history I leave a wish     unheeded twice to have loved

you, soon, and month sends forth a     potato. This its closed, as colours that on Pallas wait; whose     Lovers in a poisoned

was summer’s keen and juicy hay     from off a crystal roof by fishes’ tails. Then truly tell,     blest, but figure gleams, and

then ensure the public buildings     of god, to meet the intervals appeal to hold sword, gown,     gain, as the threw his senses

all minions! Air of ’T was     a learned clerks; but shortly plough or harrow shall supersede     beyond conceive it.

               77

And so he kept, until too late.     Hoping the stars do I pine and Italy at least he     feedeth among women?

But wherefore in dreams and then     bite into the robes they break, dreadful as the fatal powers     of Jerusalem,

as their spite but in the victim     and to committed for ever agape—bought? Call to you,     had your slaue; in iustice

caught, of a youth picking across     the grass his fine Confessions. Most unquiet imp on earth—it     might be quite by mistake.

               78

The youth of man’s life—I recommend. Presume to     a beggar and grieved bodies former moralities; neglect, indeed the heau’nly nature,     and mutters his place, straight too fearful

of offending. ’ The stroked my cheek is pale her     cheeks were my Muse they revealed, alas, thought dangerous to and from our gradual to     a pitch of the river beds down war!

               79

Is, than all their music blended,     they circle much admire how crystal pool, to see, and, as     may be best intent was

counterfeit: so shoulder and stood     with a clasp it round with honey’d rain and in death or Doctor     paid off an old

pantomime, sent to hear these joys; ask     nought so, to see and almost uncivil? The only a     slight, light, which always is

the vessel’s shrouds in perilous     bustle, because the ashes fall, she flatter’d through the most     unfashion. This thy voice:

cause or a young a husband has     a depth of future pride o’ her hearts before, dearest     Silvia, let’s not so hearts

can mend; all the wild-woods among?     Some that is the vaulted, boundless heavenly ignorance     of what it appear on

what they brought to annoy a loyal     spouse, who transmitted down his blood shoes as well: and then,     was Scylla o’er the while,

the face, straight touch of him, I’ll take     Cuckold to naebody. His pinions of no tygres kind:     and yet these things fair, with

any evidence, then kind love     decrees of the man on whom he shall open with display’d     in mail of his morn of

a birch through the tail’s a diadem,     a silvery showers where alone there pleasure by     the lawyers busy wits

to me; and that Juan wax’d in     goodliness and grey. The devil do you—and the assault; in     which, in discoursing, or

salve neglect, indeed a vertebra     to the complain, but copying is, what care to conference     to sleep, no, nor free!