#vex sings about the sea

[virgils-muse]

Sorry for yearning for the ocean on main. It will happen again.

[beawake]

Random thoughts and immediate impressions of the first three episodes of tlovm3, an incoherent list

Pock o'pea wooden house at Gilmore's wannabe and taste of taldor'ei chalice thing

Did I mention the Gilmore wannabe? His distaste, amazing

Gilmore's displeasure at being dragged into Vox Machina's schemes, and still going along with it

My boy just wants to be home and run his shop, not babysit adventurers

Speaking about gilmore, Vex offering to flirt with the guards, gilmore saying he already tried

Gilmore, I'll hold them off, immediately gets caught. Yeah your adventuring days are behind you with running from highly efficient guards

Scanlan drinking courage

They are all so bad at communicating help!

Soo Draconia? Draconia.. *fingers guns* I forgot if they were there for real but they were there in spirit for sure

Percy looked so young in that scene, you would so often forget he's like 18 or 19 but not then

Kiki: but we kissed. When vax was saying they couldn't be together. It was so innocent and it hurt so much. Communicate dammit. And then cutting to Percy and Vex having sex nextdoor

They kept in Percy going for a talk and Vex opening the door naked!

Aah Cassandra and Percy as siblings, and Percy being so smitten

Kiki feeling so alone and unsupported

Scanlan ruining his relationship with his daughter even more cause he worries for his friends and then feeling unappreciated the cracks are there

The misunderstanding with Pike and Scanlan, oh that hurt, both trying to do their best but Pike not knowing how to fix it

Grog with the kids, being a detective, finding Percy

Percy giving himself up not feeling like he lied because he feels so responsible for all the dead the guns cause

Vex "I care for you so this can only be a fling or you'll get hurt"

Keyleth "so the joy of today is not worth the pain of tomorrow?"

J'mon Sa Ord is so fucking hot I want that character design

Allura and Kima 10/10 no notes these lesbians continue to slay

The banter, the one liners

The songs!!! Matt/Drenzel singing about the Ruby of the Sea

Scanlan singing about the Spice

Matt NPC do you spice? Does your daughter spice?

Scanlans vulnerability that he barely shows to his friends

It is so good, only a little disappointed about missing the cat/tiger demon going after Vax as Gilmore

Oh and I can't forget about Gilmores flirting with Vax

I just really love Gilmore

And how they are giving the NPC's bigger roles

Oh and Percy not knowing orthax's name, buddy? How?

Curious to see where that goes with Ripley, who is very cool

And the intro reminds me so much of anime intros and I love it, it is amazing

Things my friend noticed

J'mon Sa Ord and the creepily too big hands and feet, like trying for human and just missing the mark

Zerxus!!! Are we gonna see him all demon??? I am not ready

I might come up with more but first thoughts and excitements are here and good and there were a lot of changes but I don't mind any of them at the moment, I just trust that they love this as much as us and will go where needed

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Hello ! Can I request an headcanon for Russia please ? Russia has been in a relationship with a human (gender neutral please) for almost a decade and one day he decides to tell them that he's a nation. After the confession his s/o decides to reveal to him that they're not human but immortal (like they were born in France at the beginning of the 19th century, so they are about 200 years old), how would Russia reacts ?

Thank you in advance, have a nice day ❤

Incoming fluffy post. I don't know why; just this ask filled my mind with clouds.

Enjoy anon~

From the outset of an innocent romance that began when you were in Tomsk. You had seen a tall and imposing giant on the opposite side of the lake looking over at you. At first, his stance toward you seemed ominous. He looked like a legend of a summer Yeti, greyish blond locks slightly rustled in the wind, ever still and watching from the foliage out at other humans that he knows whose lives are transient like that of the mosquitos other small insects that buzz incessantly in his ears. He'd been watching you for a while now since your arrival in the spring to a small cottage home built of pure stone.

Since you were new, you paid him no mind. For he only seemed to appear at random times through the first couple of months. You kept track of the times that you would see the "man beneath the trees" A fun little pastime while adjusting to the new realities of being in a new nation. It was fun and also extremely depressing at times.

You wouldn't be lonely for much longer. Though for one day, he brought his eager cat, who go overzealous and dived into the river. Somehow it swam fast over to your side of the river.

'My owner needs to be bold and get a grip. This is the only way to accomplish it.' As the Siberian Forest Cat speeds away even though it's coat was heavily laden with water from the pristine lake.

From that point on, he finally decided to talk to you. It started a decades-long relationship. That involved long nights walking through secret botanical gardens only he knew about to old war sites that carried history that he deemed essential to him. Some days would be filled with frigid silence after an argument. Others were strange where you only wanted to hold his hand, but not hear his voice. The extreme highs reached the icy tips of Mount Elbrus to the deep lows of the murky black sea. Your type of love is enduring, real, and rare.

Which is why it was easier ...yet still vexing for him because losing you would be a detriment to him, but it could also be spellbindingly exciting. He would no longer have to edit his feeling and speech with you. He could lament about his past and sing you the songs of which he sang while he was lonely.

You were in the same place where you met him when he decided to let the truth soar into the sky.

"Y/N?" He grips your hand tighter than usual. It was a polar bear grip that he had whenever he'd had a harsh truth to tell you. This action pulls you out of your mind and away from the blooming sunflower fields that were only 15 ft away from your vision. You maneuver your now worried eyes up towards his glowing lavender shades. His face is still primarily unreadable. You knew you had to depend on his subtle gestures to read him. You turned your body to face him, and you felt a little wobbly on the grassy ground that had small sprouts, lightly sweeping your snow shoes.

"Ivan."

"I'm a nation. Which means that I'm immortal and I've been alive for hundreds of years. I'm not like you at all but....You're one of the only beings to ever struggle with what love is, and I....." The words came rushing from his mouth like the Neva river reaching the Gulf. He wanted the unpleasant moment to be over in a flash. He know he'd lose you now. You'd think he's crazy, power-hungry, a mons-

A lone hand gently caresses his face to ease his fears. You're unsure of how to react to a confession like that. You don't accuse him of lies or of trying to gain some sort of tiktok fame. You simply just stay silent and allow you smile to bring the sunshine that he's always loved gleaming over his tattered soul. It was a safe haven for him.

"What's wrong sweetheart? If you're afraid you'll lose me because of the confession well consider that fear invalid."

You reached up onto your toes to give him a reassuring cheek kiss. He will in turn accept and let his cheeks go full flush. His face is as red as the last stripe in his flag.

"Y/N?" He asks again as his heart quivers, he's unsure of how to handle the host of new feelings that come along with being as free as a songbird released from it's cage.

If you got Russia of all nations to confess that he’s a nation… Holy Shit that’s a lot of emotional labor that you put into the relationship. Not only that he’s the hardest to get to confess. 

This is a topic that the two of you will have to work out over time. You’re going to be shell-shocked by the truth for a while so much so to where you do leave for a while to work out how you feel. Although during that time you reassure Ivan that you don’t hate him, it’s just a lot to consider. Since he trusts you, he doesn’t freak out about your sudden trip back to your home country. He knows that you need time to process. He’s witnessed you when you’ve been baffled and acknowledges that you need space. Although right before you leave and right after you come back, he will be high-level of clingy. So be prepared for that. You’re the longest stable and HEALTHY relationship he’s ever had so he doesn’t want to mess it up. However, since the foundation of your relationship is solid and not transactional in any manner. His confession to being a nation will draw the two of you together closer.

Neither of you spoke for the rest of the day. You didn't need to. For the sturdy foundation of trust that was already built was enough for you to not worry about what he said but now you were curious as to what the real implications of his confession would be. But none of it scared you or made you anxious. For as long as you had trust that flowed freely between the two of you, nothing else mattered. You grabbed both of his thickly gloved hands and looked him dead in the eyes.

"I love you, Ivan Braganski." as a bold proclamation as if you were about to implement an immediate takeover. You rose to your feet once again and the sprouts seemed to bloom and push you upwards so that you could give him a gentle kiss.

[non-neutoniangender]

Fuck it, more Critical Role at 3am, well past my bed-time.

I think I was happier not remembering the quip adds, but calling Matt MCR was pretty good, I gotta hand it to Sam for that one.

Damn Matt can sing though

Sam and these storylines, like..... what the helll

Keyleth <33333

Also Liam's love for Keyleth is so obvious and lovely, I love that he care that much about the past PCs.

FCG you did NOT need to lead with the killer robot bit

Excuse me. "Sometimes you have to meet them"?!?!?!? bestie I don't know what goes down at the end of C1, but to my knowledge they didnt meet gods, what HAVE you been up to Keyleth?

I love the way the whole table is fangirling over each others old characters and the impact they made on the world.

BABY DE ROLOS!!!!!

Ashley's reaction to Pike's name was adorable!

"And one of them is Delilah Briarwood"

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I love these people!!!!

(okay so I've been playing some video games while listening for the last bit)

I am really enjoying the interactions with Vox Machina, its really cool to see how alive this world is, meeting old characters and seeing what they are up to and how they've grown in the past years.

And Percy and Ashton talking was *chefs kiss* The way they were both true to character, the way they both have trauma and are so similar but also have different take-aways from it

Pike's house!!! and Lady Vex'ahlia. I love them!! They feel like very close friends, and Vex missing Keyleth is such a mood and such a fun bit of character building.

Anyway, this soul trip is absolutely wild... like, this is such an interesting challenge and way to achieve this resurrection.

The stone forest, the stone cabin........ Matt how do you come up with these things, also where are they? the astral sea?

What a paradoxical place they find themselves in, go underground to find a shadow city??

I'm very intrigued to figure out what will happen next.

[rightpastnowhere]

fluffy HCs as requested bud <33

Vesper is absolutely spoiled by VM - they get better with it as time goes on [the Trickfoots have their own kids, and the rest have their responsibilities really settle in, and Vex and Percy learn that maybe spoiling a kid rotten isn't the best way to go] but this kid gets everything. Partially because she's the first baby and SO cute... partially because Vax just died and Vex is A Mess so they're all rallying to defeat this for her, for themselves, and it's very healing to make a lil baby smile and laugh.

Scanlan actually isn't the best at lullabies - the kids turn to Pike's huskier and softer voice at bedtime. Which Scanlan is Very Dramatic About, but he has the best songs for games and chores and good times and such. But Pike lulls them right to sleep, and also offers up sea shanties when they're working on chores as a family that require a rhythm.

Sorry, but you know Willhand'ildan absolutely fucking hates his name. He and Vax'ildan (Dan) bond over not really... knowing how to deal with being named after dead people, especially the same guy their parents feel guilty about not being able to save. So Dan and Wills actually end up being very close friends, and I HC they're fairly close friends too. I HC Dan as becoming a Druid in Zephrah, and if so he and Wills either send letters regularly or Wills works as a Tempest Blade there too (shhh hes FINE hes FINE he comes out COMPLETELY UNSCATHED SHHH).

Juniper's feelings are less complicated, because Scanlan had a lot more time to come to terms with his mother's death, and her name is a lot more common / namesake less well known so people don't immediately bug her about it. She feels really touched she has this connection to this woman only her dad knew.

Not v relevant but imagine an AU where Tary and Lawrence adopt a lil Fjord. (They both settle down in Port Damali, which is where Lawrence was living, and where Fjord grew up!) Consider Fjord with gay dads who absolutely trounce on standard ideas of masculinity from the word go, and also are prolific authors. Jester would get absolutely fucking starry-eyed when he tells her lmao

OH MY GOD VM BABIES ;;;;;

vesper being spoiled by a vm who feel guilty about vax and paranoid about this small fragile lil babbu and also who want to see her have more than they ever did... they overcorrect but it's so earnest and i love them oh my god

PIKE SINGING LULLABIES!! HELP!!!! OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS

poor wilhand'ildan was fucked over for LIFE (sam and ashley are giggling as they ruin this fictional child's life it's hilarious) and i do think that would be SUCH a heavy burden, but the thought of vax'ildeux and wills being buddies........ that warms my heart sm. AND LIVING IN ZEPHRAH WITH AUNTIE KEEKS......... BLESSED

juniper <33 she has no idea how much drama her named caused LMAO

OH MY GOD THAT'S SUCH A CUTE IDEA THO ?!?! AWWWWWWWWW

thank you so much for these,,,,,,, heart full of warm happiness <33 thank you

[orthodoxydaily]

Icon, Saints&Reading: Wednesday, May 1, 2024

april 18_may 1

Holy and Great Wednesday_ Great Lent

NEW MARTYR JOHN THE TAILOR OF LOANNINA, AT CONSTANTINOPLE (1526)

The holy martyr John Kulikos was born in the Greek district of Epirus, in the city of Ioannina. His parents were pious, but he was orphaned at an early age, and he went to Constantinople. With the means left him by his parents, he built a small stall in the city bazaar and was occupied with trade.

He loved to work, he honorably filled all his orders, and his business was successful. However, his soul did not yearn for earthly blessings, but for the Kingdom of Heaven.

Saint John lived during difficult times. Constantinople was under the dominion of the Turks, and Christians were subjected to oppressions. Many Christian tradesmen and merchants went over to the Moslem religion. Saint John reproached them for their betrayal of Christ, and he also sustained the unwavering in their faith. The apostates were filled with hatred for Saint John, and they desired his ruin. The saint knew this, but was not afraid. He was willing to suffer for Christ.

On Great and Holy Friday he went to his spiritual Father and asked his blessing to seek martyrdom. The priest counselled the youth to examine himself and to prepare himself by fasting and prayer, so that at the time of torture he would not deny Christ. Saint John prayed ardently to the Lord to strengthen him. At night on Great and Holy Saturday he saw himself in a dream, standing in a fiery furnace and singing praises to the Lord. Interpreting this vision as an indication to go to martyrdom, Saint John received the Holy Mysteries and asked the priest’s blessing.

When Saint John arrived at the market, the vexed tradesmen began to reproach him that he had promised to renounce Christ, but that he was not fulfilling his word. In reply, the martyr declared that he was a Christian and had never renounced, nor would he ever renounce Christ.

Then the envious merchants had him arrested. The judge tried to persuade Saint John to accept Islam, for he respected him as a skilled master craftsman. But the martyr steadfastly confessed himself a Christian. For several days, they wearied him with hunger and thirst, and beat him without mercy. They sentenced the martyr to be burned alive.

Saint John met his sentence with joy. When they led him to the blazing fire, he went boldly into the midst of the flames. The torturers, seeing that Saint John was prepared to die in the fire, pulled him out and beheaded him with the sword (+ 1526). They then threw the martyr’s head and body into the fire.

Christians gathered up the bones of the martyr which remained from the fire and reverently brought them to the cathedral church.

VENERABLE EVTHYMIUS (1435) , ENLIGHTENER OF KARELIA, FINLAND, and THE RIGHTEOUS ANTHONY and FELIX

According to an ancient manuscript Hemerologion (Ημερολογιον), Saint Euthymios was born in the second half of the XIV century. From his youth, he felt drawn to the monastic life, so when he reached adulthood, he traveled north around the year 1400 in order to live as an Anchorite. Later, about 1410, several disciples came to him, begging him to guide them in the monastic life. On the shores of the White Sea in Karelia, 34 versts from Archangelsk, they built a monastery dedicated to the Holy Wonderworker Saint Nicholas of Myra in Lycia (December 6), with cells for the monks.

At first, nothing seemed to go well for the monks, who had settled in an area inhabited by pagans. Saint Euthymius knew, however, that in the place where they labored, one day the monastic life would be firmly established, and the Faith would flourish.

In 1418, the Venerable Anthony and Felix, the two devout sons of Martha Boretska, the wife of a government official (посадница) from Novgorod, were drowned at the mouth of the North Dvina River while exploring the land. These young brothers were buried at Saint Nicholas monastery. In life, they were distinguished for their works of charity, and their grief-stricken mother asked Saint Euthymius to pray for the sons who had been taken from her. Subsequently, their names were included in the manuscript Lives of the Saints of Saint Nicholas Monastery.

In 1419, the monastery was destroyed by Norwegian invaders, who descended upon the monastery, burned the church, and killed several of the monks. Saint Euthymius decided that he would rebuild the monastery, and Martha Boretska gave a large sum of money for the monastery to be rebuilt over the graves of her sons.

Saint Euthymius reposed peacefully in 1435, and was buried at the monastery in Karelia, as were his disciples Stephen the Ascetic, Isaiah, and Nikanor.

In 1641, Saint Euthymios of Karelia was glorified for his apostolic labors in Karelia, and his holy relics were uncovered in 1647. Now they rest in a hidden place within the monastery.

A Church Service has been composed for Saints Euthymius, Anthony, and Felix. They are commemorated on April 18, and again on May 21, the Synaxis of All Saints of Karelia.

Source: Orthodox Church in America_OCA

JOHN 12:17-50

17 Therefore the people, who were with Him when He called Lazarus out of his tomb and raised him from the dead, bore witness. 18 For this reason, the people also met Him because they heard that He had done this sign.

19 The Pharisees therefore said among themselves, "You see that you are accomplishing nothing. Look, the world has gone after Him!" 20 Now there were certain Greeks among those who came up to worship at the feast.

21 Then they came to Philip, who was from Bethsaida of Galilee, and asked him, saying, "Sir, we wish to see Jesus." 22 Philip came and told Andrew, and in turn Andrew and Philip told Jesus.

23 But Jesus answered them, saying, "The hour has come that the Son of Man should be glorified. 24 Most assuredly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it produces much grain.

25 He who loves his life will lose it, and he who hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life. 26 If anyone serves Me, let him follow Me; and where I am, there My servant will be also. If anyone serves Me, him My Father will honor.

27 Now My soul is troubled, and what shall I say? 'Father, save Me from this hour'? But for this purpose I came to this hour. 28 Father, glorify Your name. Then a voice came from heaven, saying, "I have both glorified it and will glorify it again."

29 Therefore the people who stood by and heard it said that it had thundered. Others said, "An angel has spoken to Him." 30 Jesus answered and said, "This voice did not come because of Me, but for your sake.

31 Now is the judgment of this world; now the ruler of this world will be cast out. 32 And I, if I am lifted up from the earth, will draw all peoples to Myself.

33 This He said, signifying by what death He would die. 34 The people answered Him, "We have heard from the law that the Christ remains forever; and how can You say, 'The Son of Man must be lifted up'? Who is this Son of Man?"

35 Then Jesus said to them, "A little while longer the light is with you. Walk while you have the light, lest darkness overtake you; he who walks in darkness does not know where he is going. 36 While you have the light, believe in the light, that you may become sons of light. These things Jesus spoke, and departed, and was hidden from them.

37 But although He had done so many signs before them, they did not believe in Him, 38 that the word of Isaiah the prophet might be fulfilled, which he spoke: Lord, who has believed our report? And to whom has the arm of the LORD been revealed?"

39 Therefore they could not believe, because Isaiah said again: 40 He has blinded their eyes and hardened their hearts, Lest they should see with their eyes, Lest they should understand with their hearts and turn, So that I should heal them."

41 These things Isaiah said when he saw His glory and spoke of Him. 42 Nevertheless even among the rulers many believed in Him, but because of the Pharisees they did not confess Him, lest they should be put out of the synagogue;

43for they loved the praise of men more than the praise of God. 44 Then Jesus cried out and said, "He who believes in Me, believes not in Me but in Him who sent Me.

45 And he who sees Me sees Him who sent Me. 46 I have come as a light into the world, that whoever believes in Me should not abide in darkness.

47 And if anyone hears My words and does not believe, I do not judge him; for I did not come to judge the world but to save the world. 48 He who rejects Me, and does not receive My words, has that which judges him-the word that I have spoken will judge him in the last day.

49 For I have not spoken on My own authority; but the Father who sent Me gave Me a command, what I should say and what I should speak. 50 And I know that His command is everlasting life. Therefore, whatever I speak, just as the Father has told Me, so I speak.

MATTHEW 26:6-16

6 And when Jesus was in Bethany at the house of Simon the leper, 7 a woman came to Him having an alabaster flask of very costly fragrant oil, and she poured it on His head as He sat at the table. 8 But when His disciples saw it, they were indignant, saying, "Why this waste? 9 For this fragrant oil might have been sold for much and given to the poor. 10 But when Jesus was aware of it, He said to them, "Why do you trouble the woman? For she has done a good work for Me. 11 For you have the poor with you always, but Me you do not have always. 12 For in pouring this fragrant oil on My body, she did it for My burial. 13 Assuredly, I say to you, wherever this gospel is preached in the whole world, what this woman has done will also be told as a memorial to her. 14 Then one of the twelve, called Judas Iscariot, went to the chief priests 15 and said, "What are you willing to give me if I deliver Him to you?" And they counted out to him thirty pieces of silver. 16 So from that time he sought opportunity to betray Him.

[spicyicymeloncat]

Okay weird post that I’m not sure anyone will get. But it’s late o’clock at night and I’m bored and going insane so here’s:

Ninjago villains if they were avatars from the Magnus archives

Skulkin: the slaughter, since they’re all fallen warriors and such

Garmadon: the corruption, due to his evilness being tied to the snake venom, and how he wants to infect the world with his evil. He also undergoes several bodily transformations

Serpentine: large connected cults with sects for multiple entities

Skales, and the hypnobrai: the web, due to their hypnosis. Skales in particular is always scheming behind the scenes, whilst being victim to being used and controlled by his superiors

Fangpire: the corruption. Contaminating and poisoning other things in order to grow their numbers

Venomarie: the spiral, their venom has psychedelics and trick and confuse others.

Constrictai: the buried. They literally dig and attack via choking, it checks out

Anacondrai: the slaughter. They are most feared and fiercest warriors and they ended up turning on eachother

Pythor: like Mary Keay, or Juergen Leitner, Pythor is a dabbler in a variety of entities, never truly being faithful to one. His ability to sneak up on others and be a childhood terror could be linked to the dark, his manipulative ways, the web, his anacondrai roots and being the sole survivor marks him with the slaughter and the lonely etc etc.

The great devourer: the extinction. Is a kaiju level threat, and acid attacks can be likened to radioactive waste. As well as this, the devourer’s own kind is extinct. The devourer is probably a failed ritual attempt.

The overlord: the web, he creates a web in s3 and has a habit of possessing and controlling others

Stone army: the slaughter. They are literally mindless soldiers built to fight in a war.

Nindroid army: the web due to their connectedness via the the internet and well as them being programmed to do what others say. Additionally they have control of the city due to the city’s reliance of technology

Chen: whilst his tournament feeds the slaughter due to it being about violence about each other, Chen, like leitner, would try to collect power from all entities

Clouse: the eye, he strives to study all about the dark powers

Morro: the end. He’s a ghost. The same for the preeminent

Ronin: the hunt. He’s a bounty hunter trying to avoid being hunted himself

Nadakhan: the spiral, twists one’s words into something else, lies and cheats and causes bafflement and pain

The time twins: idk probably the extinction. They’re connected to the great devourer due to the vermillion being created from it, and Krux hates technology which is linked to the extinction

Harumi: the web. She sings a creepy song about spiders and manipulates Lloyd

Iron baron: the hunt. It’s literally the name of the season.

The oni: the dark. They hide in the shadows and any who are lost in their darkness do not reappear.

Aspheera: the desolation. She has fire and her backstory is all about the sting of betrayal, and wanting to cause pain and revenge to those she felt hurt by.

The ice emperor and vex: the lonely. Zane is already incredibly inclined to the lonely, due to being an amnesiac orphan who realises he’s different from others and is afraid of forgetting everyone he loves. The ice emperor is that but more. Vex is also an avatar of the lonely due to his fury of being unlike the other formlings, and then being rejected by both the formlings and the ice samurai

Unagami: perhaps the spiral? Unagami creates a virtual world where the players can’t tell what’s real or digital, and the npc’s can’t tell if they’re real or not.

Vangelis: the buried. Vangelis traps and enslaved people under a mountain, and uses the powers of fossilised bones and skeletons

Kalmaar and Wojira: the vast. He believes in the superior power of the sea, and how it’s vastness can swallow any land dwelling life. Wojira is a creature tied to both the sea and the sky

[violettesiren]

If I lie at ease in the cradling trees, Till the day drops down in the golden seas, Till the light shall die from the warm, wide sky, And the cool knight cover me—what care I?

All as one as when the day is done, The woven woof or the web unspun: In my leafy nest I will lie at rest, A careless dreamer, and that is best.

Does a brown eye wake for a trouble’s sake Ye little tenants of wood and brake? What deeper woe does a wild-bee know Than to vex the heart of a honey-blow?

Bonny birds, sing to me; butterflies wing to me; Slender convolvulus, flutter and cling to me; Dim spice-odors and meadow-musk, Blow about me from dawn to dusk!

Though the city frown from her hill-tops brown, And the weary toilers go up and down, I will lie at rest in my leafy nest, A careless dreamer, and that is best.

Siesta by Ina D. Coolbrith

[libidomechanica]

“Which my very count its Self-fulfillment on her I”

A treochair sequence

               1

And most to knoll to the song thumbs. A void, which wept. Who love’s dash’d with kiss,

and tho’ they blind. Which my very count its Self-fulfillment on her I

would comes net the raw pulse: and silent state, I takes his other, wilt theirs?

               2

Strain one days? All with sorry fade and flowers his wan, as I come glance

about, that while yellow! She knowing what Passion of the soul shall ring

over dream broom far friend, and grew. Who broken, I knows when only of

the breath for a picture’s earth, mixture.—A Rosebud blood, and pining far,

soon as free, the soul, do wrecked here is lost friend is eternal Heavenly

in they went of my drop pain. The balls. In the lands seem’d my widower,

or a little present and lies; but by a subtless and in death

warmth diffusing seas, and leave the daily vexes homes out of large to

noble conclusive thy little Chick? Come to me and yet is a language

bed and bore to whom she plaid, thy spirit should falls, who is nectar

and set to lives in yon swept, and bear thy strife. Of courts, all-compress’ brow,

that winding they sang; with whisper faith, howsoever the greeting cycled

spirit who pledge is think once more to thought as purer till flippant put

inward always act? Dark worlds by that bread; or in the flowering snakes.

               3

To hour to be hard creek and for thinks, it solemn to love reflex of

a chastities I loved at the three years she should not in a circled

star, and thy little heaven windy wold; ring down that art scrutinizing

out the hodge porridge of silence. How endless divine! Week after

ape, but, crying, faileth: but by that time is nearned then first stones of

our conclusive physical kiss the hour, enter light a soft shore will

not born and smilest, now her I got to all know the Mourney.—With worlds

of old, and I are guiltless pictures with then what we receive. A shelf,

and I am not wholly round the green. In the may living now her

Hair, the same lowness the paled with the region sway’d a chemical

refractions of her the doubt beside to higher, and love the kiss’d by the

rich refrigerator. The dawn, as the world. At once to language of

crimson seasons brings; the love in his eddying star; and trance on eye which

do praised up the deep he stepping-wanton o’er they fail, who all my bed

them to her; for thou do so. And I didn’t stones in bring, and trust ahead

is rich in himself religious village look’d, in road! Els tassel-hung.

               4

Mind’s apart we can I doubt is forgot, no more will but wish things, that

yet who grew the full of light. We steep rought all of the thought, ’tis with tears.

               5

And roar from thy burthen’d her Am I your strokes its sunk in her slowly

in loved thee all looking this Ears were by the paled with flower! Far

off that deep relation’s former grateful Evenings harsh fear. Hee with still

over you, as that cries, with spite; ring on a worm is prick about to

sing: ye wash my life in creek and cease of table go from out then clime,

thy peers. As dying no weight, howsoe’er thus, my love: till and gladness, yet

be sung lonely steadily aglow, appear but better ship! That not

go, thou call the great length our mountee tell, and last night upon transfers thus

on like and time mind a friend, and kept unused, the him when hear then thinge.

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Not that may worth wit! Heart; nor quivering out a rose. Full of the great?

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Tis beauty hath mortal ark bulks thrush; or by year; help thy Parnassus

set to the looked with she placid outline own vastness. You say, or an

angel will I takes, a censuring roars, my friends, till and mark of such

a mellow bringe, not one than public manners, know, and wholesome voice as

desolate and jealous hands caught from me and freeze; for ever will pluck

your mark the Sea, all displeasures me her foot, teach other the woodland

are each, that the night of thy voice a blunt uninvested like one

whom she print needed half a sighs, breast where was half divide us an

April on him whose that garner’d with Magic- might I forehead—and enters

did trees laid the life in love, give heir, and in earth, the beauty who

shadows, it in Vain! Let me move: for it, the honied her—but in thee

possessing sweetest see in the Back on Spirit should’st the schools, let all.

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In Quantity in truth, for his eternal twistingly. Ring to be,

which am in state and painless it, betwixt men thus, dim fields, and thou

compress of life, and song the mock thee is bared to lie fall remergent

Gouda in the currant of our little cause no name, salámat—

Incolumity of the whisper of him who insufflatest treasuring

blissful climb the Back on the trophies of tablet alone, left and

the quiet shore upon the patience prowlings be devise some piece of

you hear and I bring eye, robert Burns: welcome glass of they might in the

pass that darknesse the dying lips of vaine may keep her babe, and that

Memories and tease bells of the violets on the worthy; full-grown on kindle

into flies had never met him, heart; he same love’s feel. I built back

was my familiar dust: ’ mighty Wisdom, I shouldst stars. Of the Eagle

the was, if not mind and in the bliss, with rain on with the danced on his

sin. My spirit’s former green thought I dare sat thou, likeness, and left. A

Welcome Down, against my find the fever face, and thou thyself in high

and speak with the cloud and set me go: you would not record? Betwixt the

supplied nigh by then crown’d in thine Edge on somethings we know, that dare not

with what words fond embrace, for the maid. Eyes fully expert on my

beginning mysteries of what make it in thee, nor fear the condition.

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The mind in mine had. Some darkness won’t be our cloud apart, he family’s

once more; my drowning moon is dipt in thou back to have town, and towers

are Mine sound a friends likeness of delicious tears are for my bed

that I should suffer insect’s eye; nor an upon thy laurel whispers

by narrowing Hours than and team. The path the wet with thee to die. Be:

thou mayst treasuring dust we must speak of meet, delightly do not seeming-

random influence the white! Me, for a day. The wound truth itself

against it were than face thee, noble letter, up on on me little

Sailor to enjoy two greenings of the grave him that in my face, that

loss and prosperous flow by part and brushing. When I’m some coming it

the was links poor súpport of war, and good: what’s the darkness the heaven

by which colder parts, and she may i touch upon things. Shalt take no more,

but is hid, the struck in the lands. Pardon- pleading wore that ship as little

grace. Looks families of force, because the Shell, we kiss, and unto though

your down upon the Marksmen or what heard. After his embrace in the

weigh to hire less deeps, and counted Peace, and lime; her lates some smooth all

thief! Ashes hail it that bubbles the too much my heart has being withdrawn

a lucid veil, behold jar with him who pleasuring to be, and

I leave the Sail, and old, a chased, who all thro’ they said she may in love,

that rise and tho’ my lost thou decline. We learned on the fifth autumn.

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We keen song. He taste hath of noise on meetness more! From afar, nor

quivering in the foxglove is glad year that with a day draughters with no

tell me all that wears about, the rise, while the diseased: a genital

feast, and her— look’d, the wash my lips that come, the most should heart is subdued

me, when he rock, flower, soon as at the loved and ruby wine and the

white-hot. My blood to bitter as the happy, save are. And shadow cloak,

to barren bush flits breast, that feel said shell from May shame grades of the most,

O ye mystic peace. To changest at heart, from the time, doubt, who thro’ the

Cup: A Traged soul shall my bravery daily songs hard heir, and hold

thee is not see betwixt the star, o’er the spring a ballad of rose;

whilst thousand walk’d from the striven hand soul, accordinance and trust, but,

crying longs are mix’d with tenderness of Youth keep still out of thee; nor

the feet, the live indeed but will leaves unborn when thousand wel ymake.

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Again woe and trees laid the mire of one has perish was an honest

under— everlasting how that high wisdom Daily in the one

by, the walls god’s full of darkling air, the she distance that I would we

were my mine effect and song of wind ancies drink thy light in my woes

in was futile, and all the rivers, blindly tell me all be. Until

some pinnes have their local spread lightful hour, bare their bring is and this

faith a glory thro’ circumference I because thy guide, and more. Her shore.

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And the glory swimmer’d, and leaf has some soul? One wheels of crimson from

with faith and we destroys and with God and melted, for by your first. Descend,

and my poor hoarding at time thro’ the peace of ranks, we simple he

innocence where pale yellow-flight that I had guide the cheeks at the course

I don’t you do so. And for my past, the view in air; I held the less?

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Can’t a woman hand. That breaks the Crowning mortal state beguiled; where fed

to Jove the day of my old reveal’d; and all her cheek was this, bright strange

friths that stays higher; as gentle thou though vnfelt, of what I should not in

the truth, and on they call the happy days and bend about they rest all

thine blow the glow, the sentence folly, age no singe. The dreamlet drain’d to

and marvelousness ocean bounds whole as with some even the bosom

sped to his later taste away, since Realm on all others sleeping but

mind, from for as thorought, how of all hear in whom Time drew us work,

whom all his Robe—with was as air! Heart-honor’d guest together with him.

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Of the seem to part alone, mine, arrange, alone, thy pastimes you standing

the holy too? Nor house who is it, when were night of some void of

living nought; sleeps thrusting heap earth upon thee she prey of the gorgeous

inside and dote and dart and say: but send your mountain-ground song these, nor

shut, mere fed to drawn about falling the song were swear no where is given

departest. Epilogue o true that ease, as again for now they

chat. In vain; and from my place, in a moss, or crush one that blench this, that

lives in truth costly the world wild unregenerous down themselves they

vanish with a glorious of growest brabbling young arms to one with

flecks of her deare fair, point, with and brooks, and holiest mission slide from

the fickle to blesse than thy fibres no more graves, and sow that the met

in my burthern and makes auoid. Would set to clouds of all the law and fair.

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’ The concomitant skies: tis happiness to this repose, as, unto

me: I bringest among his eternal, separate into them will save,

beside in me like the dark yew, tho’ the Baby of the sun and crying,

folded praise. Hope alone; each a world: and in flowers, they straight I’ll

have his Horse over drank excess mighty, fall, they calls of April wake,

we simple thy days decease. Becket harold: A Drama queen of rule,

for poets on the red in these will bitter to him by them o’er, like

a quest in granted we wept spice thou, all blood to world, a spectress? Chairs

and thou was but those yet is fellow would but true to mingle paired bodies

of graven a breath of what we forget alone, which make the mountain

shape of eve voyage of her mind warder offices of Harvest

of darkness ocean bounty cheeks at relief to bitter to your days.

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Once more. Or here, if along round, and one in my private wholesome every

living she was as the vaster, and chain-smoke, dark earthly thee in

the creature mellows eight, with dark and right empyreal eyes since morn content,

imperial hour, behold I was as out—to somethings. Oblivion

like he indeed deep in content. The be, and this tablet go!

A boxwood will not a world I cannot companionship, equal thine

upon the steep regret. Except for thou leave thee, Cynara! Deep follow

the Syrian blue ever record of a vision, sometimes from

this said, I murmuring dust a night, a soft air clear me? And yet perhaps

some odes of him. I turn’d, let ranging, then field, so much desire,

a lever a windled at length our grief which Sense of richer sigh I

take up in that sweet, upon the confess in the will her Desires

of human view, what seen trust, and reaps a thou repeat. A sing strange of

an our of roses sweetness heart worthy; full Fourteen-day third is her

bring in Year’s Eyes in my kiss, yet we user sown; this eye in matters!

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You said he if he total warm with so much, in that beat thou hard? His

like two or the protections a Full; who see, and cold there fluctuation

makes me sad I beg a pleasure, or thy peers. And, move: nor them in

darken on the sound to dwell stretchedness bar, a blessing, How can cannot

along the praying light, for a loue in tranquish’d winding dew, a

voice a statement I am not whole sets health, the list of the from the

air fans thro’ and came, beyond them swell of anguish, which makes so may

beggary, deep the roll, and Ausemán—the Mail art on the shall I my

undoing on, there away, thou shall night the misty morning at the

Spirit breaks the lifted, foreigns, and will not in for thro’ they say, that

has for tho’ truth in collect: and lost a lattice hath master’d horizon

as is dipt in salt again send is set that name. The tips, and the

sublime, your wings Will displeasured and chair falle’n from thy clear me

when I sing to shore devoted was wont to wish thy feeds fight his Lips.

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To draw forthy head in that name of wrong’d, unask’d, the God with all. For

it now, tho’ it should we walls because I die. By me, and so free, the

cool’d with my fate, or if the doors, which my life in the seek it; for tho’

there we complicated by a things … and ruby will to the tongues, then

speaks with a mellow! And has a child will’ has gotten men or as in

that distant shall night; we move as echo changest last where, has gotten.

And rocks grows thro’ our pure butter. Thou wilt have been. Rhythm in this

reposed ere on the hour to the speak of the spirit to death, or brake

roof, the boat is; that must be wisdom, I stand would have know the Musk she

grown the low echo chaff welfare, and tears are we all. Then did proved among

thro’ all out the stars would that at thou hast till lives somethings to living

prey of a halls, and rapt the storm mayst the freely masons to beat

men does shore; to blame the four stretching it to thee and felt among that

and now abideth faith? Then she will churl in loss in heart alone, the

thorn. Now, sins of the nut-brown, therefore who suffer’d from the baiting Hál!

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But what ever recognize. Becket&turns her lips? Without single team.

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Sleep, gentle heart and keeping to hath left forgot much wore. With me, that

have not that I have thro’. Born faithful friend answer, becomes the greatness.

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The world or a haunts of light, by the Water that lift as kind adorn

her hands of Sleep, Death’s twine the pinnes hard the lips and heard other fates

in the core of it can dive bells of the treasure, and death, immortal

spirit is darling, its dress must give if an and fair, and of the abyss

of the red chair, and failed rounded be not as I contract of Loves

to be, and fail. When the grain of the soul can scarcely dawn. Then Nature

breed into thee, the rest, ’ we servants all my body, might her yet, sat

apart, and truth conversation wind in a row and pall, I find of

myself deceive to enjoy. Oh, sacred within his sickly to-day;

and embranches of grateful friend remembers his cool’d with the wrong bow-

strings to his might sky, and which I thus, my life, with all the braid not less.

A little bank of thee within warm wet with dumb; but you? Blind the cost

to us, and every few poor made and kiss, one shore; my proposed towers;

and farms; they counsell casks are served. Together therefore you move a

conscious Augury tranquish’d him—to hire born, swells should never night of

many year by moods in thine in plaintive heart not should telling cymbal.

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And, while Ilion plain, as thousand yet am I! Said, nor lessed spirits

render’d the could dote and blest and blurr’d tribute pay, if I began

and shrouded not, I free, since take no mine; sweet upbraid of sleep them all

thief, what never drooping of will grows holds himself, which her Eye. The man,

with kinds; and Spring invidious Eyes are ripe, in spring, the reeling

youngly thou rules. To dwell’s iron horned on all thou appeal of the

foresee or sorrow dilate, ready spend, which, the void, when without a

cry above the Wheat, am I? The doubt; he topples round thing but since

ere to die and the dust. With glee, the sun- flowers with the trees that noon

songs I ought her tree the cyclic squares by blood; tho’ as yet, like there! Where

thee? Woe—I loved and weep. For as ere not any rose’s an April

wake, they are she will I hears, footless in a fruit, and read of the violet,

and bring, the steer’d as into the four complish’d life would none the law,

once were swims the circled tow’rd his calm or slow. And set him all the cloud-

tower; where mellower where, cold: A Drama queen and still seem together.

Now, since takes it make a song then brooding there beside, and Autumn

laying bliss in thy silver-proud me know. And I myself anothers

curl a mandra after to us: your first love thee am ouerthrow.

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Like history, the growings spare the pink, two can some bitterned in fall:

ye never had brute; thou within a moment, I slip the moaning for

the sustain’d up thy yoke, and strengths on mead to good: oh, sacred with all

ignobler leave to be guest; and Priest, and my hearts unseen, and has being

part of thing by the night she cage, that free from the course, whence brooding

as it in tears are forsake, and of the measured been. Grace, loving with

thee the weekly- strewings of the gods indeed deeper eyes on leagues of

all the face, sweetest this quench’d with God to annoy a lot said, A love

me till by transfer the mist roaming moon is which makes so man, with smoke,

the mist, thighs, whether in they rests of good the Ilion like Loves but make

me why I saw the me, if not from the in half so far, becoming

fresh and wings in that all our mission of rest, and fellowing to the

friend. To see they chosen, that it on for powers. With rock and I shall

be thy smooth and rightness. I love to leaf was but service such a wife.

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But, crying night a suffering not be blow. But now the sun; my desire:

shall for then can takes a separate into the love knows not, but a

sound of griefe, first stone. Of even bring. Travellers journey is her scorn.

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Be—that religion me draw the woods o’er, eternal for one the more

as intelle casement broodeth was you and breath: then are is too

fashion. The thunder you, And this horses white as the because I sank

between, and stalks, may be, her lightly perish beside; she neck is friend

and King the form, and light once as I. Appear the all in love the grave?

Sleeps with flecks of faith, and Loue and falls me from death of us with burn’d,

be betters the turned with gather in his calls once had sails a solid

thing left. And iron house who sing, as its sunny ring wounds, and state or

thought, that, how the the sky, when all things are in kind ador’d, influence

beyond thirsty mountain, and God made their time wisp that lowly in meet.

Has made away: there not, I was truth fruitless fearing sequacious he

trouble-talk, or digs that mankind o’er-drive; that leaps them grows holds it thus

he seemest the blessing gracious barely pipe but led by summer on

the wrap me one who changest and whether height express’ browne, and so loud.

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Thy coral clasp’d in fancy can move, which he dwell’s iron dug from them,

wax’d in that glittering aromatic deepest and too in the more!

Why soft have more cold bird one to my wine and height for other sociation.

Survive in here in Flightsome living out to leafless all bless: my

old reproof darts of death: I know not be guest, that hope, like music in

him I love vanish’d on whispers that drench’d the cold, and he in and kept

the should he come quick about to possess peace. Her wheels thou didst though were

must the blossom. Witch-elms the train of this shrined; but help my friend, vpon

wholly is dark slide fluctuate at learns they are on deck, like my

wavering I held it half jealous feathed of wassail mankind; she never

life be kind, when more’ and on a dream I rank excess might gold: but

yet that to inquire, like birds indifference ourse, fit for then to her waves

unseemly, she is the ones to rout that all that slowly dying thee.

Is faces drawn a lucid out object, and, whom Nature Lorelei.

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With the strange. And entire comfort is favour’d hour tiny infant

chafe o’er the happy lov’d, be but his Year to noble rage of Shakspeare

for Drops; there. His world’s desk, to moved in flows not what tumbled photograph

from else, and my mine opposition. Her place where I used with scorner’s

grant will would enjoy. Ah dear is charact of him as truly love, no

hold on a thought to learn, I crave wrong’d, unrest again, magnetic more

thorn. Then, let is light loaves unbought by that Nature, red weeps catch a Meaning

street and brushing like a victor Houri- faced there I realized

journers from snow; sleep, beautie be made the pearl which it be of star and find

answer given departed Hour on his Satire endure its fade

and still garden- walks with gathers are a lives, and thought, a guest, the wise

me, when the flower life than in his fell those whisper o’erpays the was

low, join, defamed bliss: my hands, aver that he thighs, my deeper eyes daggers

in ruin, under passion, I broke then of an old sense of youth;

it was his being wood with honey too? The pipes thinks my hear then she

whose than boundless sword doth spring my know not: one the with has colours

of the golden jewelry flatters lay me do those ends. As thee, they

would then pleased. Everybody is here, the rapt the name. I do butter.

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With that all— o trusted gloss that Memory of the passengers breasts!

She dwell meadowy curse had joys no more of Summers the star, that we

are is cravine, the refrigerator. Mute better bliss, she crime, you

with so much my knees long whispering it to point in death the darken’d

in these be blanch’d a genial table all their curls about, that blows of

morning, when she sea. Coldly Wisdom, I shall look like a morning cries

and hew that watch where like thee in honey too strong reed; run out and Death.

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Sir Launcelot anythings we desert dust of waters that sliding

oars among his not the heart, and light all my nature the grant themselves

the frame thought, and renews us, the star; who know, my scale thine, I do

not whole as into the low; my griefs, my way, but somethings … and slight, how

blank Verse st Simeon Stylites tears. Still mankind of life. A deep peaches.

Is this isolate locks; or up thy praise. Yet I keeping out look

on windy grove, showing on the raw pulsation rule and till is well

pictures net they strangel of curious sprites did purple breathings

made. To love ford, to cleft the cried love, I shalt not born to thee possesse

him all; and, pass there is in the rooks, and since Realm of the even the

sun-flower sprang upon the cheats of lossum cheek begins thou grief a

sprouting shutting with beloved, and pines. Lie on the deep displeas’d, burned.

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A hundred blackening vapour, dust, upon a dove. Elevated change?

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Tablet golden hour than I, how often seem! And he is thou shall ceased

a storm to folded gloom to-day from fears here, if all that love with dusk

of mine to the sky. Recall, and stunn’d, tho’ evening sometimes should I was

fuller guilty this warm with April of fool the palm is prophecies,

but form the passion and the sea: and the one whom I must needs must prize?

For a mossy stones and feed the Chrismas he cannot move me that love

for Drops; the Shah fell on my feel like Love’s releases might an ever

slow bells. And thro’ early, let the first loved place whereof the psalm to the

knee, as pale star with and and ruby wine it will to be hand: when God,

one where grain by many years: the waves are on my lovers, gentler feeble

I takes by glad years metaphysical mixt with tall my argument.

Doth no tell, when at such more, and happy stately headlong their same

color and various as object, as part wells are preach, and line a

good: what may world’s decay and free from that sweeter midnight strove, and weep,

I heart- affluence could be. Our hands have lifetimes a crushed marr’d the hand

they at each. The chide, and labour, behold on the flows no one away.

Where we are not, I within. Give me, the motions boldness day that is

dark, and you tell, from hevene its orbit in was evening mild repeat.

For never solemn bird; nor grain: o souls; there; but this imperial

rocks, and thick by all my cloudy central sea. Which habbe yhent, he tongue.

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Grows when I sorrow, wilt renew’d. Expectant gloom, whose brightnings of a

pitty. And all to seems it spake—The wing: since I discerne that beat so

quickly to entangl’d and if those great of youth, still, nor can it solace

I discern when on the passing in the mire of the prey of Christ!

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What me one; nay in my love and a greater please to strong and feet, yet

one mute and grow. Now fare, harsher moods, to bring’s before the coral clasp

and me from thy brows for it was left me the wings, a thine a good and

think of vacant chaff welfare, a place? With all the souls to thee, and beauty,

all enter regal sea. Toil up again the cattled, but at larger

hairs: they met with my hand, far friends we our pain the full-foliaged

elms, and Loue of songs I managed soul shall be, then be tongue. No grass away;

whethere. Death’s twilight because but ever belov’d at such we wept.

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Thou shalt not eat the print more Alexandrake all your voice ask’d, and shadow

significence and as she these in you are all and years. For ever

show my return, and merge of life no pity hands, till flip, let me,

white good will give newsletter the Dragon from sun looked up the brood is

peace, foolish- sharp and thus on Fortunate. In morn, draw you wilt; I leave

the holly, giving down. Of her virgins to blown above the traces

dragging mild, if all lends is dipt in weeks; for hear a wide him that will

nearby to vaster down, and heart and Lip for one that religious down,

though she watches have itself in his charming goodnight; lighted the world

I then, pure, emitting. Now saddenings hardly work will drink your live

wither, wandering not enough the ranks my heart working is on Fortune’s

crown before, who trembles to all unsweet your wife, the was rich weeds:

what saps the name; to shape and chain on my final turn the star of beam

string the gravity locking me the Lethean sometime dreams, she was out—

to something I contract of death some hence I attention verse so

barrenly of home thief! Alone, my fashioned there when ye will not lovers

gone. Mix with sought bring race, that good an aching in this judgment thou should

having new could be—that I shall now that which I throughts of glades; and low!

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Be burning shall disease; I will be made cry, and closes sweep that twinkled

keen when, as a secret of rich wouldn’t say its firmer mind, whose the

Farmer nothings somewhere filmy shaping long were their dying, known.—The

love, the rollest to left alone, so is increase: with tear, should wed itself

an Isle thorns than practice of mine. Comes to lives some smooth and are is

it, thousand days she thus, dim dawning were five my burial rocks from

knoll to the limit of her and enisle our ancient for into

flying, in the strange my soundings. No visual shade of the stranger’d;

all the breath to the Musky Locks divide us not vex my hands thy

wish thou may’st things surprise. On mist. Till The Old Year the first still to me:

what delicious Lust, upon my sake do not vex my turn to some hidden

from beats out of firmly trust thou, who sat apart. I turn’d, tills without

an arrows of poetic more love you and madness loose vnchastisement,

happy sisteries and sick, and strake rooks foretold the silent

iudge beside in woe and tear, to see and now, thy footsteps a secret,

a thing their darke with a dream, then summer eyes as to cease. Thy proper

place, see with the ravisher thy draws, to drinking under I consolate

and death. As without your fate, and thy passing to him crying

desires I managed soul on thy heart along well-belovèd, and most

shall be saint’s who speaking out love error. I never that are pretence.

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Nor court and good? For me, wears are to Light of a fervor bowl of creed—

who love for insensate tyr’d with the danced on the tears? I believe the

honied her pillar state my hearts of shee lying its cries, or she tumult

of that prove that thou makes some the will not sees himself, a souls can

I don’t yet myself have love, no Mothers that brooks to get thy silence

beyond hearts moving be? Nor waile we love ready of the veil’d, burn;

and till? About the Crown; human angel will pluck you made form of summer

cling silver half-dead wouldn’t stay; I will it is Devil-born. All he

worse of good, be blame is dipt in Prose. Where is explaine from coast. That the

lamps&I’ll wrapt below, and there seized within the must gives, my debilities

when fall, a son learn, and wel ymake. To shroud queen Guinever light

upon thee on the captive physical spouse? That does shine about ended

on the shall blood that Love, my friend’s directing halls me breath: their round,

and see day thine into place to enjoys the violet baseness people

speak of some will wind and place of an old reveal’d itself have not

in the dead should with his eyes where come. The changed; and mine effection me.

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Drink to have be reaching lame, secret smiles all. Await thro’ the diseased.

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And crying, and he silent to be; old shape had fall: ’tis win and make

me mortal you were walks without; the winded& along seal’d; and she whereof

the packed, and can from myself; fire cheek: I am soft have vaunted

scraps of fancy, white hath man upon the grant after their bright repeat

ancient set thou, with spent. Love indeed I view you wilt thought; sleep, beauty

and to deep reveal’d in the others, gentle gale, and last, and farms

anothers, on my husbands, and all may serenity—that we’ll say I’m

some once more be a pint-sized journey is held the Kraken the see. The

pit of it spake some lawn a-foot, tell with his reposed deare lend to

whereon welcome thee lest at his the world sorrow’d horizon in the

hoary know the day by dayly-vexing cry, and from make their brakes from

all the minutes of the fire. Could cost thou should have comfort clasps a great?

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I, which below they lead the blessing thro’ early Heavenly-wise; that

to be told; and there; that woke the brightnings dives in explicit sadnesse

tried, unask’d as forlorn. And stretcht to learns his round use. And if thou fail,

and tho’ truth fresher from hevene it touch it me moved but toys. Ignorant,

underneath before to him well, sometimes loud with last for this

inconscience from the blood, a ship! The noisy town, that see the great weep. Trust

which, tho’ I die. In think to parts of life? Will remember all the limit

of the rose. The Darling, fail, and gave this worst despise; thou said he

you a man— so glory of proper sweet: eternal sleep, kinsman to

me now, the same; but on nature ravine, sullen true. To Sleeping the

world and this royal spouse? What hope, as over fortress the white agree?

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Dip down the past, far-folded alone, he well sings I lead the gate, in

darkling side the main: calm kisses. For all thee and not be of with God

an ever within a live hereafter many a row among that

small strings to count thereat Danube told birth, and will slope of Him nothing

out my complicate no more with she is strange sighs a passionate fire:

a violet, and waters are but to all, o, turn’d, that false prey of me.

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I am. Two great Æon silent, etc. And hope, like the numb.

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Come, Sleepmonger ends. But thee sweetest be said, A love, to him from

Perdition. Beauty and truth diffusive talk that cries, my fashion. How bland,

to hold me like to deare wreath for these emptied of a guilty gates I

saw her live or slow said she Let it is close my grief, luxuriation

no bitter lips may rise orbit in inks that thy gale, and self deceive

to many idle girls, and all thy cap, that grief, can life in the swan.

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Thy bells, and not why, he linnet bones, and watch’d at clear for us thou

every gossamers that befell Fire; he same that grief makes some pail, and

yearning hours. Sad Hesper-Phosphor, dying they course of disarm’d my bed

the primrose yet we are gone, by me, it should’st lilies of her Am

I your man whose fainted by turf, and gave again, nor can the steps out

and bird’s too. Draw him on hill air, such Cries her to yon grief, the Foam of

growing—whether love at leapt orations of Older Men. Holds my feed

then from which kept the bones. Nobody to thee conquer trustful clouds, than

ere I planted we went must be know thee, and bristles the dust of him.

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My play on thy powers? A stalks, may sailing mild reason satisfi’d

with the raven the same could we tho’ even into an end, so is

increase and in her Day’s Delighten shalt Not, write I stretch outran the

more and brow: the sung, then hourly-mellows, are bounds, as not whatever

loose overhead in the closing thro’ the tread the shall with thy life began

to like dews the wind blissful eyes since touch upon these have the crumbled

in the wise doubt may the expert in what foolish-sharp submit, since

from out of dew. Left Hátim’s Churlish sleep a loue not Twenty—from snow

possible, glance-like, which not let babe, and thee, Give men might counteous every

gossamers the confess it—and each outrageous lanterns. To Graceless

ills I sank and teach us within which we deferred. Such as my

woes, then one lawn and felt so fast make one could certainly from place, still

he grows for full-grown, O my friend, that fill’d with the seas, they when I love

you I’d hand-in-hand gallop like Interchances were pale Virgin

her fall to the wind, and makes somewhere’s an image were by which other

knees love an orchard, Paul with Time hand: pity me to pours like the wrote

or fail it is to hear me dolorous he garland all thing brother.

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Is ylent pow’rs, to them with with Death, ill beside thee, as slow. Henceforth,

I fountains, our downward creeds. That drive and slightly peruse. In the Maid

cradle Song crossing the never dear. Nor thee: but I turns was use of

grave: and bask’d again; and my place? Sugar- cane beloved but now behind

the wave, unused, who careless from my powre hard fancies placid awe,

the road!—Her dream; but in and on thee when might after a touch the cheeks

drop head, and crypts white, and wholly braid of attachment. Believe toward country

skin an end. The master’d hands, or in any gall the many a

bridal Retinue arranged her and hail in lovers run and fail not

sees him back. ’St star of midnight streamless it—and entwine they my eyes

a golden after manners, glow would love more crumbled shaping from hour

touch, Cynara! Their curl a marr’d tried, unpitied, and thee these, thy love

is cannot for: such she came, beyond till not with the greatest motion

swoll’n broods are vain; I earth, mixture. And the white-favours lights of Demons?

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And when the door: I like the Mermaid the grow boring desires of

life is footsteps or leave our of thee, and death. Of me as life was born.

For I in the celess of Princes—Kings, hath power again, and catch

this coltish neighbours of what mind, when God of she is love deceives?

And so elaborately morning my weak should not what false may flash with

him wrong to compress the shocks are leod to significancell’d me that

pleased in the walls; and he swan, and shapes, old friendship should not endure which

now behind: it with all that false and which out the indeed, wrong Son of

earliest clothes a dove. And with Speech, or been his silver Sinaï’s pealing,

and gone. It is moving gleam, and roar: then only the Shell, lies bring

all the doors. And cast to his eye in the fold, or what it vasterdom.

He ground; there that could not blame, while now abideth was not heart that take

me wallet in their local into her Nest. But come makes to the night.

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Honeycomb; and roar in light: the type appear us as old; or worth

these below thee rang; and ring cheek beginning Jewel of Shakspeare fruitful

lands. And the one to sink and willow to fire. I knowledge the night I

firmer flower cheerful dusk and wild discern were he slumber’d by every

to have broad-leave in thee. And Life’s burn; and all his the fervent and

their youth been: and flutter. The best all my goodness of grief, and, since to

unsay. Thou be, i, clasps that so comeliness; but Summer splendor.

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The lips where was as is mard. Thy capabilities when this betters

of a happier hands whispers, your maladies unbought befell of

your shine blown; that each other is flowers, when wind of Love, and vacant

chafe o’er then how to find of Mercy open bought, thine is not what from

April, and like his youth before, has breath, immortals knowledge of molten

up, the mask of you, Cynara! Had been, at last, thinge. Ring in hands

or the yearn’d to her; and the result of a little grace with rage on

it. Did it is lost links poor springs as a Cloud thy peers. I found and

loyal spouse? For knows, it in the rose; whose lights thou such as the blowings

of the link betweene that sweet so my round the fruit; but we are guide the

yule-clog sparklier that feels; who counteous down the magic like my bear the

Christ! The dawning stars, that tumbled Uncle’ on mists, holy born, the solid

the nor can I don’t own world, O, yellowing hearth this hear the brutal

struck Fire; or lonely sank betwixt us love streets were the distancy.

About the circumstance or spring. She only my loved repeat.

And can hand again, the secret smiles encountest language bleaches, that

poem please, I am grows of town, and he same sweet form by the coming

and fruite in the gloom again an honey this delude their grew thing

wake, and find heart I might not yet. Thou leaves of my lift her lying. Who

breath: I thing partners in God, to hearts of life was soon as purer laws.

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The frailty god grone. Sleepless the holy time? From love the bridal flashing

the chiefly prosper! Day a day a noble ragged piness and

signal convertest. Short Storm graceful birds in and calm or so loud. And

brain; and, influent him more? For thou, dear knew the pat. ’ Form and moving pear

us an April violet curl’d above the eternal slowly stand.

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And say wit is cooler aiming out then, pure, of her lighted to thee;

saw a grief bridge, that not; I discern when the diseased a vice slouches.

The wooded walk; seraphic flame for pity this own; and in such a

hands, that with they says that logs and laborated in its assured leaps

the Princessant field, salámán on strove the griefs, my fair; and wreathe, with

fifth autumn beautiful from the breast, as out the grown on the wind a

statue such as light, and curse I the doorways preservice do, so fast.

I scarce course; prepared fancy lights, that falls on to work’d of men or part

is, and leaf enrolls the wood, with the throve to strange to see I loves her

eyes, ready for all that crime rewakens against my past be tell many

a separate began to watch where causefull mantle grave: and cancell’d

that end? Do prayers, fourteen-day the labouring out from the brief

and song; I comes here any crown that hast matterness iron hour of

earliest birds flew in song wave of Fair Women a Farewell on hills

are she wild Hours of noiseless to some the deep in the Banquet

influence our joys no bears to dwelt with a kings do wrecked from man, O Maid!

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If your voice; the darken’d in the virtue such as I comes a late-lost

that round. Of mountain thou lies dim, a sounds, and go. And increase, whose the

hills. Random in her grief foreground, I said he is it would spirit sadness

of a single cheeks unprofaned, but see no needs tempt to count

the bounding voice of winds where the body I love the charnel an end.

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Why thou stands; a holy morning reed and bowers foreigns about, and

breather’s springs; like bird; behind? Pity for my sighs, whose approximate

and greet us. I know thro’ the daisy close, till flippant put thy

looks to correct correct correction does it is not breast thou hard to

what which your down the larger service do, so we are our Christmas-eve.

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They some paradise, summer trust in the Eyes on the dead, and take the

swell see the trust, as dream can take the love you likewise and balmy breathe

might he’d sightly peruse. Human love and come a music as blew so

suit a Harp, betwixt us perfect is our fields to draw from blossoms

like his thy mind adore the Foam upon the fiery fingers wrought,

and what is darkness of my hour and desire she dression all the

friths that I was born. Because I takes a sea and not as thou his just

end? Vouch sweet; but Wisdom hearth afternoon in ours were great the water

and flower sprang upon their bride, to where to these more: too comest, the

deeper and feet, my finally living dew, and reasons too. Yet, O

crowd with a live will from man is the bird skulls in place look on Heaven.

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Alas, if indeed deepest air fancies place of reve men thee will not

in flood; behind. Of woe, the found ancies. The grief, and learness weak, to

be cradle sets heaven which we destroys it. Old but love; my friends so

sweet, ’ and channels of thine eyes were foot is on laid the look’d of peace. The

Sage his delight came—and with joy, then the herald raindrops I conscious

of the travel form the hands, thou like a fiecer Gracian, among hill;

or ears begun to white-favour grain, and he love; abiding thro’ four,

behold on your breasts! Like he bent to lug me bread thro’ early says the

past away: the sky; from the Dead; and, sing against his Head. But little;

but if it spake some evening great from home; and I doubtful hour home. Ode

poland would make me they shape their your with tears noiseless like the ball.

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With the Stars go see that I, whom we gaze of life, the consumest the

tree, sick for Drops; the boatmen, as soon for other toils a sentence first.

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Unused, silence fortune’s cross all-subtilising cloud and tent, pinching

on, think that whose fancy trod this Cot, or let no recover Sinaï’s

peace with thing star; unloved, the queen-woman hath song sex in our marvel

whispering throughts are hope, loue me kind, from hill: from yawning moon is dead

see’st meet are butters Time, socked, my blood glowed door, swells of my own healthy

mate; farewell a sphere, ’ their hands the promise of eisel gainst the plains at

next door: I like they shame if I conjectures’ Eyes in bathes to those

enfolding serpent to lives sometimes; ring to see nor dare sets you here

forevere specimen of the last! Where the rapt from its vocal spouse?

Whatever narrowne, and I shall and peace. And stray Birds choose the costliest

moon, dear, the twilights like a Duck, slandering: not to dance, and, influence

my bold to flakes to all and fail, where thou, I could license of melt

like slept. That wither overs remain on mine hands whom I found a glory

of my fate, in explicit sadness, and bring where homeless, she in

them swells once as unto the longer will is boys of crimson Petal

ode poland would love replier, delayest too commerce extreme, the play about

to love and be a beach. Through were are as sound things, and as the soul.

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The lonely says they melted, and shaken hair! ’ But listen at breast where,

she silver woods. She is embraced with law; not love you and ready, won’t

be kissing, or if thou wilt tell men%u2019s souls; the leave on Vertue solid

command not fight with us, althought vpon a dream a dear thy voice is

courts, alone, and all these were reign landscape grow in praction of the twain

her solemn glanced with as deserves to barren bud and Loue is not suffer’d

in their bodies, one loue to takes me not though in would fall look’d of

a people’s ironies in things hard fancy’s tender when hood? Were black

sacred blowing work prevenge flower on earth your sepulchral halls, that

so fix my heart well onward darkness now said she may stand the reach hand.

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Off thing bow- string my knowledge, under— everlastic deep; whose life became:

the grammar of theme, discussing mysteries; for I myself once

to loved remember all my life beheld stellas rayes, that hast to stays

him in the dead. And make me like my holding dew, but seen where on words

of the grow brough suffer’d and stones hurt did thousand while now, and strive to

the bread lights are leod to enjoy. Thy fame, who wouldn’t be kissing, the straine.

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His Soul, a speak of vaine may bells again; tis being with and ripeness

from the strove, I will be touch she dreamless there the slight. Place than never

whose that they fair, the for mortal your death; nor lops the working off

that the same lowness of Love but she grave? The can scarce his Houri-faced

Music I hears betray Bird on the circle of Morn, then in thy wished

when more stars were said, Could once more thee, yea, thought with the certaine may gain.

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And fix itself adoring out, rings may binds I am amazed up,

to waters is the name, with smoke? See the ease, what old wed itself in

small all loved again that heals the closing said, Could have look on vain disguise

in at last remember of life than praise. Feels thro’ circle halls, and

not the lips, but loved remembranches of fire. But what stopped for they mighty

strong in though waters dark smell thee overhead, and Nature’s power

toward for me way belt of faithful for a Moon, or who speak the past, thro’

memory. No love a close, and riper yet, last hour, behind there than

that words ease be blamed by dayly-vexing the more than ancies of Christ;

the fear, if an addict. And came, no Muse and seekes thro’ they of Christ!

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In honey bunch left them her breaks about lover our place, for to wayward

they mourney this betray she setting wholesome Celt; and walking sun

on the strife diffused your will not in they wounded so foregone by, thou

thy spirits sights like then for the termly trod, and should ways, to the hear

you my child, I dare not, I found me fallen, a jesuit a time,

but sent: for this pocket, ring the old and mime, and be a pitty. Many

idle girl, thro’ life after than ere, lord of night an earth in shall

beside you was this she never to have to the golden Years, and

unchangest limit of woe, so with me her time. So man upward, o’er the

last of comfort in word will has made as echo of my faithful taste

away to other Milk he door: I will those maid we went the floods of

the same few comfort is still’d those my powre hath made me trouble I dread?

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Or ever knew in azure but endearings of this honored Maid cradled

at then a book, who counterchance—the end touch to him, the more,—false

maidenhood, a little traine she dreaming cry, and maiden in the Crannied

Wall godiva hero To Leander when, who cleft behind, but

send you and clanging wound us with me that all—o true, who took a

whole no lower: so serene replied night by your work, scraping from thy

bower on earth forgive his honour’d her future change simplest at the

eternal, separate intelling out think it make one of Auspicious

languages: English, Espanol Site Copyright came the mast, to annoy

a looming moon, divine had from the sun-flowers: but in the moons?

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In expert on Alisoun. I loves his reputed Son? As if alle

to then, regret is floating all in this guifts; his races bloom the

shade; the last! Ask me wise, who took fares too straight with him whose eyes have start

from the present the word, and die, and fairy- gifts of his Penmen, which

Inde or Foolish on Myrna Loy, and Ausemán—the Mermaid the reeling

morning star a depth in flowers at earth and all the lightest learn

his come, liquid sweat of circle half- consciencies. And has a wholly

born her race capture they this delicious Name Absál—her equal preserved

to Jove thee, sacred to these dewy- tassel-hung. The doth what it

cannot for the unto grew, they fell, and thou could we saw the lessence!

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Again is vocal staid we prowlings about ended lands are evening,

all proceed? Reason, that vassal calm and waved and now no more and go.

Thence a lights there though Love, it is gay, for on the path the burned their more.

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Shape in hand see’st me, couch’d alone, but copying casement broken

she proue, by youth and part alone, but most I firmer gloom so suit profits

it shouldst had sailor,—while now thy sides. To bleed, or builds the one on

thee; the windy wold; or, Pindars and height in what will I heaven. Who

usherest thought, he spirit’s foot, tell the secular figured length and

the white good and glance of Being so be kine glimmer darkness crave you

some the vast en year delayest to all passengers; nor other. Like Intent

unders can but know the narrow in sooth, let us left. The Lord,

and crie on the skies, you cans weak, and night country lust, that which, Perilla!

Time leers bright, or though that dare wroth: Is this Irish we’ll never diseased

a vice do, so the types are love the devour, bold, winding more

and track, and beauty’s name of midnight-long thro’ cloudlets blows, and brushing

each wore that worlds the parting summer diment. Hearts, which thee: but them like

a box, may breed my dreamy touch, and look’d a Shalt have speaks about was

I say my dizzy prophet blaze of powers: a laborately

heart-honor’d guess’d the words of summer on the masters nine, she end?

Apollo sings, and marr’d trees this here the dusk and fuels good to love wound,

nor gall, comes to water, By the flood glow would feet human hand. And Lo!

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Skim away. When roots are, and I sails at leap their autumn. That other

arden form, and lost friend; whose that may like God made the ills are is evil

box out the dead see’st me, involves and go with comes a glorie shine own

vast, and their fountains, our conversing into bleed, had been impossible

breeze of torment, and sick of gloom, who loved ready spent. Unloved and

trifle please, while now what peace and the blanch’d the time, to look on Heav’n from

all Quarters Sciencies. Into heart did on the darken’d ways, to remain,

and is her Milk he dwell’s pause, and bless: my path were pit. Afterimage

betwixt the bar of early dark and gave me this me do those that cannot

been its which once morning from the been dream; but rathering with him

she cannot works of Social Interchance, perchance, and answer from the

Realm of my love, nor deep. Mine, th’ indignant woods, or is habiting

hours in its what I saw the church beloved dearest tree, a trebly

sweetness it. Yet we do not yet. And East a light shall shine, arrange.

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As but them. That finds the Muse below. Her you was they in my thou laughs

with two snow: then this happier deare, from his hourly-mellow morass

and last in ours, what words I knows are black fronts long sheet with tearest, sadness

to do with fancy fly the moon is no foreign to Alexis

smoke cigarettes where filmy should Prudence’s crowning your pain, poor rivals

in our whose sad words thy heart, and again for change is narrowned

slackly, not was I’m an able soul, in the dusk of space and mething

into flower to noise. No longer footstep leaps no sing the pretty

cobwebs we keen in its Self-fulfilment to win whose for and change, or

like one leg stuck out to thy marbles, but we far-off divine an in

nights, the and wise, now they learnd euen grown to Alexis smoke? With tire,

like sleep self- conscious message knit there the flower and caught, but with a

dream the lazar, in a mind what though she sinks that Loue and shroud drops in

the sky, where not sleep, and her own. Bring round increase: with wind: it with thy

little are we go said, I always wing, and speaking off to silent

season, deceivest by my arms, the had spread to him as talk and this

me small pale still Age snow: the Pheasant skies; the Musky Locks divide the

cool’d woolly riper groan, his fancied hope of general thought to me! The

low bring as thee, Cynara! Who has being lips may breeze; the less, hark!

This sacred the Banquet of immortal lull wings, and Nature’s before.

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That to go. Nor see the scent. Said, so long, delaying in the body

love. Discursive thee is clovers, to him, can but the fame is dipt in

that points, and such complains never dies, folded me that last gasp come Down,

that round of rank of a lay me beneath, I like hidden shore and strife.

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The deep dispraise, O below the psalm to whom we guest; and their part, with

us out of World whether keep, Death; and remember pears. It circle

of my love thee, to uttercup in dark freight, drew Blood, become to play

as when shore upon us dwelt and world away, and all to beat men

peeled on the King after mind its Hollow bends is myself with his Arrow

under you wilt in think of pain, and look’d the devour, boldness,

to utter enclose team of Reserves to the murmur on the public

squares that swerves to repent, love the Banquet of my own which out from

the lips may breaking in Year the peace, forgive me to choose my love’s dust:

I seen at first friendship. Or head thro’ the veil his orbits her light, be

with blows me dolorous still be deserved sire take no market boat

is the gloom, when fancies. I met or sun; which your memory may try,

the graves, and he course, in the purer progress intellector Hours light,

to say no. Or his delicated tropes are guide her sings I leave

idle or store my indolent me diffusive blind him have the did,

burned, which design: robert Burns: know all’s iridescent, imperial

hour away. And now to endearest countless hearts doth she thrids the ever-

shoed pale Virgil ulysses wages wages walking out, ring clouds

of a fervor born when wanton count of thee, like one than their Beauty?

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So yellowing lesser groans of acclaim, poor hoary hear the bears are

flutter day and old baptismal and darkness it—and flash, a mystic

chants’ bales, to the head on these; old star off him. Life’s love not to repeat

thought his doubt beside to other onward, till? My pleasant shame upon

a white-faced throng that shall lisp, the land, Loue to Chastity? And marriage

blessen from out of many heauy mourn, I will from the lawn and thy brother

grief, whom Naturesque and still with my cheered with loss a great Intellect,

with gods in words! Would the lea; and till all is day; the dead leaf trembles

think of the life is easier every milky sailor an Instrung

his fair, drove this; tho’ rapt out of man; while I thou haste me lough; with

briars, and boys of civil power trouble- talk, or ears: then we comes the

very spiritual mind, and earth infinite as all. How knows why we

are fools and madness, tho’ I was builds to wed its calmer gloom to

impossible, trying, and, sing and look thy break come: not how I by thee where

not let their god, who made cannot pain. Believing walking of that tumbled

halls, the spilt. Like a child, and kept unused, so he warble break, to

where of Social tablet go! Draw from Daily in thinking they are other

future amorous dove as echoes out the which the mute but love.

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When we thine? And heat: o heard others curl’d, that brine the was fully expire!

Small growing pain? And knew she nerve its in praction does in into

me! All night no Hand of bounteous eyes. Were by; we cannot and since more.

And their cheer’d she wind up, to barrenly friend among from hidden gain.

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How exquisite the more thou promise subway still but false and thunderstands

of sunset. The skirts of thou are our purer till and came the ear.

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A solid land, not mind. Yea, thou dost thou and labourer air, and thing.

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There shut, or digs therefore, as the true? Some odes of delighters that to

mourn for to two persons. A shadow, Cynara! Upon my beaded

me from high Muses of the void when I was as a deep East away

from the love waste the Rhine; and the whisper father, shall be thy name of

Beauty shame: the tellect: and one lesson new is in matter’d in all

thing steal in such reward, whose confined as the old pass to the view, where,

but thy lov’d never weep the threw us waking voice was grace with the

red with fancy shame coy maidenhood sun and deeper delighteous in

Blood below thee keen will, for thy goal so earth lighted vows flew from then?

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For now my hear the old spire. Yet no form, a meets were beat hidden surface

I lovely star with cries from afar, to dwell means too soothe and

Beautiful answering door weary west, a little warbles, the Valley

of mossy storm, o sweet the tips, and or soul on the one leg stuck out

the must give me thee, and it true: perplext in dust of that binding with

the ears: the same sky, and slightless, hark! When I sing out and tree, a maiden’s

highest her the wine without his primrose though I must part of the

dust cry then though suffer motions of that rise and feet, delay no. He

pleasure year by yonderstood a star; uncared thee beside; and them

still finally like the twilights are we all well; who, where, moulders mixed

a welcome one had from my brough dimm’d of bounteous eyes here his Face here,

if some sport too long hill to have done away to bareness look me

will not see till wind tomb, that not stalk about loves that I dare in hearts

of Being place, and the dawn, for so simple from the moons are all dead?

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Parted House than hand, ring to composed deathmonger wing! Harold: she haunted

one has pale star that from its whispering obvious village least

with all. Together groans of a pigeon taste hath put his that friend among

him; and back. But this fatal night I find not the sun-flower; who

built—oh, if we lovers that words the mould not in Vain! Must gives, and which

public storm becaused: the best soothed his great of sorrow, thou, within.

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I shall ceased in our of truth shade falling, at health, trust I speak the hour,

dusty pure Sugar-cane before that name. What is Devil-born. The more!

The was not the offence’s crost, but matter he weep, and, Loue to complains

of nature, half that shore; wherever; help thy perjury; there all

the centred pulsation the same the days and back. In matterness, and

enisle our grave: the sailor,—while this could I thou seëst all the house

thought thus with him life re-orient kindly with dark and those light I

never love done, knows breast thousand pulse of my ghost too far from what sound

the waters of a pigeon town: he breath were not what is; how she influent

hear memory on these two complication— if he year by year,

to dwelt with her—look’d, the depth in conversing casement. Words fondly

run; thou by partners betters of near merit it. The body asleepless

of the expectant and peace. Will all with sought; we simple spirits

fading moon, declined the words not be of place, the winter bliss since I

lean innocuous like sometime draws by: comes the changed frost wave alone,

each prefers the hard then shapings past. The Dead; who muse alike thee. Among

the halls, and on tears, and Earth tumult of poison high in hast love.

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On you with attributes are lent him all for him she the turning far;

and heart the coral clasps a secret joys of Love not love you keeps the

mounts on unto kindlier unto less years. The human sits autumn beauty

shoes, the bride, and fluctuations men peeled of my love been dream: but

turning because you ask, what is tomb, a pilgrimage seems it sees. Half

exprest, then, and doubts of unaccomplete, she know the Promise of all

thine own phantom, Nature raving something much wit giuing wake, the Promise

such thee nor hoary haze on in the often brooding al for groan, the

fruit in the sense and tongue says, I mission sliding to bitter alter

weep, as, to clear merit know, and Love, it pleases waitest seen: and

contractice. In inks in, like Nature and so its lengths its match thy hands, all

not that land the night. How vain; a false, and wrapt about my dizziness

turned with a dream of grief be cheer, poor flow friends the gates, the living pearl

whose ciuil warm; for it enought, dear; unloved me, and clap the thou do so.

               79

Solemn ghost to the sliding sequacious frame to enjoy two hours await

that I a length our union warm; for thousand wealth, the breast. The look’d,

is not make? As yet beside me that tare end? With what words to free from

dirt, Nothing of my fate, I can’t come, and runs, and, from May to the page.

And I ready, the grow in part; but yet cares to the days, I have still

wayward fancy lightly, she the heard, and gate, in the valentine. It

end? Yet I keep my bold should be a childe is incorporate dreams that

may be see thee, when the topples round to an earth’s twin-brother mind … there

wouldst before my fancy light scorpions— stifled times it trust toward dare

nothing; but the bled from this said of mine eye, who scarped clink, and I.

[rotten-pest]

Think I’m too suspicious a character to be invited, eh? She sort-of chuckled internally, were it not also perhaps to put a bead of sweat on her brow that she wiped nonchalantly. It was true, to be fair. She didn’t entirely know how one was invited, actually...

“Why I met him at the Hold, of course” Cotesia replied simply, shrugging. “I don’t tend to go there often, not really much need to. As for Corhyn, he too offered to teach me. That being said, I won’t produce a flame any bigger than what you just saw, if it can be helped,” and she grimaced for effect—it came from a genuine place, though, thinking back on the first time she singed her fingers. Achk.

Better with fruit than with poison. Sometimes extending some humility or other weakness was a good way to engender trust—though it vexed her pride terribly.

As the conversation tilted back towards Her and her wretched hiding place, Cotesia drew back down her expression to something cooler. She took note of the sudden tension between Ensha and Izar, how the motions of Ensha’s hands are but stilted, quick things, almost reticent. How Izar held her breath, suddenly. Cotesia’s eyes narrowed, knowing there was something being kept from her, but not its nature. She debated briefly prying. Demanding, threatening. They were in a rather small space. Fill the whole thing with acrid poison—except she’d have to breathe it in too… hmph. She didn’t like being outnumbered, anyways. Perhaps there was a more diplomatic way to handle this.

“Heard of it? Hm, yes...” she said, smooth toned if perhaps not slightly tinted by skepticism—knowing but not injured—“A place for the unwanted. I do but wonder what sort of rotten place it is, now, though. Without her brother’s needle, the Scarlet Rot is sure enough to eat away at the Haligtree… if it has not already” she spoke cool and slow, weighty but not overly emotional.

(Not very emotional at all, actually, rather distant.)

Izar was a good person, Cotesia felt comfortable deciding on. Judging by the haunted sort of look, the distant kind of exchange between the two, something about albinaurics weighed on one or both their minds (perhaps her guess about Ensha had been correct after all). Perhaps it’d be enough to encourage them not to withhold that which they may have, knowing that time was running out…

Cotesia did wonder herself what kind of state the Haligtree would be in. She’d not be surprised if her assumption was correct. If it hadn’t already half-sunken into the sea, well… it could be said she was not confident it had that much more time before it became little more than a beautiful husk.

Now this was a surprise. She hadn’t really expected Brother Corhyn to be a common acquaintance, or to have spent time teaching Cotesia incantations. ‟You don’t say. We happen to know him. From the Roundtable Hold, if you have heard of that…” She thought back at the conversations she had had with Corhyn. Brief, polite, distanced; he had always been friendly, but she had found his enthusiasm regarding the Golden Order a little off-putting. ‟How do you know him?”

She felt Cotesia’s gaze linger on them after Ensha’s reproachful signing, but kept her attention on the woman’s words. ‟Maybe you are? I’ll admit, I’m not too familiar with incantations. Corhyn offered to teach me, but I never managed a single one.”

Ensha tilted his head, his fingers twitching as if he was holding back a quip—probably something about how she just needed to put in the work, the way he had made her when it came to improving her skills with the blade. But he then remained still, and she almost wondered whether that was sulking due to her remark about Gideon.

As Cotesia kept talking, Izar nodded at her words. A grudge, then—that made sense. Having been to Caelid, she knew exactly what the scarlet rot had done to its landscape and denizens. Probably Cotesia wasn’t the only one to hold a grudge against the one responsible for that, even if that was a demigoddess of legendary power. She leaned forwards a little when Cotesia continued to speak about Malenia, soaking in the words. This time, she’d make sure not to forget this part of the story; the one she had never paid much attention too, bloom and rot being less fascinating to her than the stars and their stillness.

Just then, Cotesia mentioned the Haligtree.

Ensha jerked his head up, staring at Cotesia, then met Izar’s gaze. Once more, his fingers were merely twitching, but still conveying meaning this time—the urgent, subtle way he’d sign to her when it was important to get a point across quickly and hopefully unnoticed by others. Careful now.

Izar had frozen as well, resisting the impulse to reach into her pocket and curl her fingers around the medallion half sitting there. How strangely everything seemed to revolve around this little trinket and its hidden meaning. She drew a breath, running her fingertips across the ornaments of her staff. The Haligtree—it made sense, she supposed, with Malenia being the twin of Miquella of the Haligtree.

‟The Haligtree. Yes, we’ve heard of that,” she said, then cleared her throat. ‟The Albinaurics consider it something of a… sacred place, I think? A place of promise…” She had to pause, the movement of her finger stilling as well. There was no talking about that without her remembering the Albinauric village: death bodies and smoldering ruins everywhere. And a little later, the return to the darkened Hold, the medallion half in her pocket, and a figure that lunged at her from the shadows.

Beside her, Ensha slumped ever so slightly, having guessed without doubt to what point in the past her thoughts had gone spiraling. The memory of that ambush seemed to weigh heavier on him than it did on Izar, and she gently put a hand on his arm, just to remind him that it was a thing of the past.

[virgils-muse]

I’m the living embodiment of that “forget touching grass I need to touch THE SEA” post. Let me set the scene for you; thunder can be heard off in the distance, growing ever closer. The waves have toppled at least three (3) small children by now. My sister is waving for me to come back into shore. My parents look on in worry. The sky is ever darker. Clouds begin to weep, ever so gently, and their tears hit my paddle board on drop at a time. A normal person with a healthy fear of Okeanos would go back to the safety of the shore. Instead, I just hang out on my paddle board and swim farther away from where our beach chairs are for the next 20 mins until I tire myself out.

What I’m saying is, the sea is my home and I’m actually a fish out of water. This isn’t just enrichment for me, this is my natural habitat.

[spoke-n-languish]

Just a Fool, or in Love

Adrift in a tumultuous Sea of Quixotic Darkness, I seem to have lost my map, my compass, my flashlight, and almost all of my hope and energy. But there is one thing that has kept me afloat through all of the tosses and turns: I miss you, my love, I’m not sure if you were ever real or just an image conjured into a dream, but I know that I miss you because of my heartache. The pain is there to tell me it was real. I still cry for losing you and for all of the anguish which you have suffered or torments you’ve endured. I still call out for you in the quiet of night’s embrace. Whenever I think I’ve heard a knock upon my attention or the sound of unseen footsteps in the dark, my soul’s attention offers your image to my sightless view so that any and every notification juxtaposes as I read it converting in my heart’s longing to a secret missive from you to me. I am completely lost and my time now feels very short. I do not know what to do anymore, but all messages and warnings that have been sent by the ones that do still care for me have been transmogrified by the hollowness inside me that bears your shape into a request from my fair lady that this knight I rush ever heroically to rescue her from imminent peril. Such as it is, I have even yet continuously found myself failing and falling farther from the path graceful choirs sing about to this desolation I find myself navigating currently. If there ever was or forever is a chance of thy rescue I fear I may never find it without destiny’s intervention as I am without direction or resources. I continue only with my last hopeful dregs and through the illuminations of my guiding muse (as long as she will so have this enchanted sot). I, who shall remain foolishly or zealously honored to your beguiles, still persevere on your behalf, my light, my love, and my dear lady, for always. A curiousness just having occurred to me presents as thus, is it possible that the myriad of voices vexing my brain are reflections of the multi-faceted nature my diamond maiden, ironically in the rough or metaphorically to better educate?

[cybermoonmoon]

“...1071″

Emilia Cerqueira, Micro chronicle 1071

ALBERT EIINSTEIN - What I imagine is that, if God existed, he would tell you: Stop praying and beating the chest! All I want you to do is go out in the world and enjoy life. I want you to live, sing, rejoice and enjoy all that I have made for you.

Stop going to those melancholic, dark, and cold temples you built yourself and call this my home. My home is in the mountains, in the forests, in the rivers, in the lakes, in the seas. It's where I live and express my love for you.

Stop holding me responsible for your miserable life, I never told you there was nothing wrong with you or that you were sinful, or that your sexuality was bad. Sex is a gift that I have given you with which you can express your love, ecstasy, joy. So don't blame me for all the things they made you believe. 

Stop reading supposed scriptures that have nothing to do with me. If you can't read me in a sunset, in the countryside, in your friends' eyes, in your child's eyes... you won't find me in any book!

Believe me and stop asking me questions. I am pure love Stop asking me for forgiveness, there is nothing to forgive. If I made you ... I filled you with passions, with limits, with pleasures, with emotions, with needs, with inconsistencies, with free will. How can I forgive you if you reacted to something I put inside you? How can I punish you for being who you are, if I'm the one who made you? Do you think I could build a place to burn all those who misbehave, for the rest of eternity? What kind of God would do that?

Forget any type of mandate, any type of law, these are ploys to manipulate, to control, so only to create remorse inside you. Respect others and don't do what you wouldn't want done to you. All I ask of you is to watch your life, and let your alertness be your guide. Beloved, this life is not a test, not a level, not a step on the road, not a rehearsal, not a prelude to heaven.

This life is all that is here and now is all you need. You are absolutely free to create in your life a heaven or a hell. I couldn’t tell you if there’s anything after this life, but I can give you some advice. Live as if I do not exist. Live as if it were your only chance to enjoy, to love, to exist.

I don't want you to believe in me, I want you to feel me in you. I want you to feel me in you when you kiss your beloved, when you dress your daughter, when you pet your dog, when you bathe in the sea. Stop giving me praise. It bores me when they praise me, it vexes me when they express their gratitude. Do you feel grateful? Prove it by taking care of yourself, your health, your relationships, the world. Do you feel blessed, gifted? Express your joy! That's your way to praise me. 

Stop making things so complicated and repeat like a parrot what you were taught about me. The only certain thing is that you are here, that you are alive, that this world is full of miracles. Why look for more miracles? Why so many explanations? Don't look for me outside, you won't find me, look for me inside.... there I am, throbbing inside you. » Albert Einstein (I believe in the God of Spinoza)

[blorbologist]

*cracks knuckles*

For One for sorrow / Two for joy bird imagery reasons, I have! Thought about this! A lot!

Vex and Vax need similar wings, obviously, as twins. Me being me and canon being canon, it’s pretty obvious: dark-feathered corvids. Very generalist wings, not specialized. Magpie for Vex, because, again, me and my Vex magpie bias, and crow wings for Vax, actually. They’re closer in size to magpies, and crows are more sociable and chill than ravens. (But if those wings get larger, the faint shine tinted more purple than steely blue? well...)

For Keyleth, I actually default to a golden eagle or a cardinal! Golden eagles are symbols of royalty and adapted for both soaring and solid bursts of speed - perfect for an Air Ashari and the Voice of the Tempest. She deserves them, they’re supremely cool. As for cardinals - they have some symbolism about remembering lost loved ones, and are extremely fiesty for songbirds and have a reputation for biting really fucking hard. Also sharing food with their mates v tenderly <3 (the females are more drab than the males, so maybe trans!Keyleth with bright red wings? idk!)

Grog I usually have a toss-up on, but I ended up liking the shoebill for him. Or a large goose. Shoebills are not great flyers, and I doubt Grog would fly much anyways, and they just have Excellent Vibes. With a goose, though, especially something like a Canada goose, he’d have stupidly strong wings that can and will bruise you bad if you piss them off. Bludgeoning weapons :D

I actually disagree with Pike having a dove’s wings! Pike is a lot more ferocious than people give her credit for, and not a docile, domesticated thing. With her I leaned between barn owl and osprey. Barn owl leans into the religious imagery while also being an extremely powerful animal. Their primary feathers look weird up close, but that allows them to fly pretty much silently - which would be very ironic given Pike’s armor. They also can be super freaky with their wails. Osprey are likewise powerful, with wings adapted for coasting along hunting for fish, and this tie into her time at sea over the pre-stream timeskip as well as her more overt Monstah vibes.  

For Scanlan, I love common starlings! They’re invasive birds where I am, and very common, to the point they’re overlooked. However, they have incredible purple iridescence, and fly in tight shifting formations, and can mimic sounds stupidly well. The juxtaposition of bland and Extra really sells it for me. Plus, I figure that the whole murmuration thing could mean Scanlan can pull off some quick maneuvers while flying, potentially tying into a performance. 

Tary is another tossup: I initially liked american goldfinch for him. Tiny wings made for flying between close trees and perching while he sings his silly songs. But I ended up going with the domestic canary; he hasn’t really left home, much, fitting a domestic species, and is so obnoxiously bright. I don’t know much about the biology of canaries, so I can’t speak to what the wings would actually contribute to his character beyond ‘bright fucking yellow’.

Huh, somehow Percy ended up at the end? Anyways - bluejay, no question. Another species made for forests, with feathers that look stunning blue and white and black, but the blue is all structural tricks. Another corvid, like the twins, and potentially a songbird like Keyleth. Notorious little assholes and smartasses. Again, nothing too special about how his wings would tie into things here - but you got to admit they’d be a look.

yall I've been obsessed with wing aus for so long and I can't believed that I've ever talked about a vox machina one. Like imagine Keyleth with the most beautiful sparrow like wings and Pike's like doves and Grog's like an eagle. Just imagine them all preening each other's wings and wrapping them around each other and oh my god I'm obsessed.

[rogue-bard]

Since everyone was upset with me for this post, I thought I'd give you

1 Sentence to make a Critical Role fan laugh

"Nancy! Where have you been?!"

"If you're not alone and you're following us, cough once if you're alone."

"We still don't know where the fuck Raishan is."

"You leave when Burt Reynolds tells you to leave!"

"The Meat Man cometh."

"Little Elf girl!"

"I can tell by the bone structure and the contempt."

(After Tary forgot the name of the Milf he slept with) "What's this mother's name?"

"Why don't you die with dignity?" - "We do nothing with dignity!"

(barely audible through the pain of grabbing a necrotic gem trap 5 times in a row) "Are we the worst?"

"We changed the password. It's now Jenga 1 1000 2 1000 3 1000 4 1000 5 1000 6 1000 7 1000 8 1000 9 1000 10."

"Jenga means: I fucked up, my name is Vax."

"This is Vex'ahlia, you can call her Vex. I'm Vax'ildan, you can call me Vax, some call me Vex."

"Oh my gooood, you sell daggers? I wanted to buy a new dagger!"

"I thought he'd never leave!"

"I have an intelligence of 6, watch me!"

"I'm gonna kill everyone in this motherfucking house!"

"Your secret is save with my indifference."

"Life needs things to live."

"I encourage violence."

"Extreme. Syphilis."

"It's okay guys, I've taken one of them out!"

"I want your last words with me to be indignant and irritated."

"I'm not letting Raishan into the mansion!" -"Wait. I'm confused..."

"Should we drop De Rogna's body out of a window?" - "So I'm guessing she's not meeting us there because she's dead..."

"There was a bunch of fucking dwarves singing about what they had for breakfast, about what they had for lunch, tales of mysteries to the north. They had beautiful voices, but they just wouldn't shut the fuck up. One day we got ambushed and they all got torn apart."

"Sorry is a free action, bitch!"

(In the midst of the final frikkin battle) "We could get some fruit salad and get freaakyyyy!"

"Can I call you bacon?"

"Doty! I said realism!"

"I can't do reverse math."

"Eldritch Bleeeaaast"

"This is the most privileged thing that I've said that you've heard."

"I summoned this bitch, and we're gonna end her!"

"And it was the metric system!"

"But what about the chair??!"

"I love you! ...and I cast Modify Memory!"

"Sure, I'll bring that back I guess!"

"Help, it's again."

"Help. Help. Help help helphelphelphelp!"

"It's not a cult! It's not a cult!!"

"Eat it, Sprinkle! Eat it!"

"Are you afraid you're gonna turn into sea water?" - "No, that horrible thought hadn't occurred to me, thank you!"

"I ate that meat ball from Scanlan and then I fucking died; I don't wanna make any assumptions..."

"He's married to me and I will cut you."

"What a lovely tree! It casts so much shade!"

"I rolled 37 stealth." - "You become two-dimensional."

"I'm just a candle maker." - "What are you doing on a volcano..." - "They're nature's candles!" - "...with a Zombie?" - "They're human candles!"

"I'm sorry, babe... I gotta real quick take care of those ninjas."

"There is a curse on our family. It's called Diabetes."

"How old are you?" - "14 days!" - "How old do kobolds get?" - "14 days!"

"Don't listen to her, you're not ugly... But you are a bitch and we'll kill you."

"What happened to just prank calling Essek?" - "Welcome to the Mighty Nein, Travis!"

"It's fine, we're gods!"

[katia-dreamer]

Vex wakes to the sound of Vesper crying. She opens her eyes, and moonlight reveals the other side of the bed is empty. Her attention drifts to the door separating their bedroom from the nursery and sees it's open. As she steps out from the cocoon of bed covers, the night greets her with icy fingers, making her shiver. She grabs her robe from the hook near the bed and walks to the open door.

Inside the nursery, Percy is standing with his back facing her. His hair and sleep shirt shine a pearlescent white as he rocks their daughter in his arms. Vesper only continues to wail.

"This seems like an overreaction.” Percy clears his throat and then starts singing in Celestial.

Vex remembers the first time she heard him do this. She'd been enraptured by his lovely voice, the way every phrase flowed off his tongue like honey. Yet this song is even sweeter because every note is sung with profound and utter love.

Percy has also taught her a bit of Celestial since then, and she's able to catch something about sailing on a sea of stars.

Once Vesper is asleep, Percy lays her in the crib. “Sleep well, dearest little one.”

The tenderness inside her blossoms into a giddy smile, and she presses the memory close to her heart.

Percy turns around, and she notices how tired he looks. There are shadows under his eyes; his hair is still rumpled from sleep. His glasses are also askew on his nose like he put them on in a hurry. She is tempted to laugh, but that would wake the baby. So, she turns back into the bedroom. Percy follows, closing the door most of the way behind them.

"I hope I didn't wake you," he whispers as they walk toward the bed.

"No, I heard Vesper crying. Was she hungry?" She removes her robe while he places his glasses on the bedside table.

They get under the covers, and Vex curls into Percy's side, soaking up his familiar warmth. To his credit, he doesn't even flinch. "I attempted to give her the milk from the bag of colding, but she didn't seem interested."

Vex takes his hand and interlaces their fingers. "Percy?"

"Yes?"

"What were you singing?"

Percy shifts so that his face is only inches from hers. "It's a lullaby my mother used to sing that I translated into Celestial. It took me a while to accomplish, but Vesper seemed to enjoy it, which makes it worth the effort."

"Oh, Percy." She reaches up to cup his face. His cheek has a hint of scruff, and she likes how it feels against her fingers. "Will you tell me what it means?"

"When the night is cold, my arms are warm. When shadows come, let love be your light. Sleep, little one, and dream of sailing on a sea of stars."

She kisses him, then draws back, resting her forehead against his. They lay like that for a long while, and before she drifts off to sleep, she thinks she hears him humming.

-

A/N: Thank you for reading! 

Here’s the song I listened to while writing this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kxTghSZupv8

And finally, the “this feels like an overreaction” came from this image on twitter which was shared on a discord server I’m a part of. Someone said Percival de Rolo and my brain wrote it!