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@rosridire-blog
omgaoneko:
“If you mean Valentines day, yep.”
“At least it will be over soon.”
♘ ▌█ IT SEEMED HE WASN’T ALONE in his sentiment regarding Valentine’s Day. Love was a wonderful thing to celebrate but...
❝ Let us hope so. I’ve found this holiday can be quite... problematic. ❞
apocxlyypse:
≪☼≫ WAS THAT A kindred spirit he saw? Guren could only glance over at the man with something akin to sympathy.
It was hard to get away from such a holiday. It was shoved in your face at every turn, and couples made such a big deal over it that it was absolutely nauseating. It was just… frustrating nowadays. He couldn’t even say the holiday had been interesting for him, way back when. “Know any good hiding spots?” Guren decides to ask, sighing a little. “Like… a bomb shelter, or something like that? This is only getting more and more ridiculous.” Love songs, brilliant colors, “couple discounts”, and idiots hefting teddy bears twice their own size over their shoulder? He didn’t need this sort of nonsense in his life.
♘ ▌█ IT WAS SOMEWHAT COMFORTING IN A SAD WAY, knowing he was far from the only person who had… complicated feelings pertaining this particular holiday. From the look upon the other’s face, Diarmuid could only imagine the man had likely had his own misfortunes regarding romantic matters.
❝ If I was aware of such a place, I would likely seek refuge there, ❞ the knight admitted somewhat sheepishly. ❝ Shall I inform you if I happen across such a sanctuary? ❞ he inquired, offering his own sympathies to the other.
flodeuyn:
@rosridire continued from ≪❀≫
≪❀≫ AS AN INCUBUS – or at least, as a half-incubus – he did occasionally find himself saying and doing things that others might find… questionable. Or at the very least, might stun them a little. Occasionally this meant he would say or do things too quickly, or perhaps? Too much at all? He wasn’t entirely sure what his mistakes were.
Especially when he often enjoyed the results regardless. Perhaps leading to his continued CHOICE to make them regardless.
Watching the LANCER’s face light up as it did? Priceless. He had never seen his fellow member of Chaldea act like that prior. It was absolutely priceless to see his face turn as brilliant shade of CRIMSON as it did. The Magus of Flowers knew he should be better behaved, but also – if he did, how would these fun incidents happen? “Why not? I hear it’s comfy. I come with good reviews.” Merlin responds, not a hint of hesitation or a speck of remorse in his expression or words. His eyes steady and holding the others gaze with just a hint of (CONFUSION) in them now. He was too well known as a trouble maker to attempt to ease the other into thinking he was being rude… but he could at least have fun with it while the moment lasted.
It was nice to run into an ally again, after all!
♘ ▌█ SEEING THE OTHER POUT AT HIS RESPONSE only caused the knight to let out an indignant huff. ❝ Then may you take solace in your… reviews, as I have no interest in garnering my own experience regarding your lap. ❞
The Lancer’s face remained flushed, his embarrassment and discomfort still obvious for the other to see. He’d heard many a tale from his fellow Servants about the infamous Kingmaker. And while Diarmuid did his best to try not to allow a person’s reputation to interfere with his own opinion of them, it was difficult to deny Merlin was certainly… something.
♘ ▌█ ❝ AH... IS IT THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN? ❞
Perhaps he should confine himself to his living quarters for the next few days—spare himself the hassle of the holiday.
20151206
フィオナ騎士団が一番槍（ディルムッド・オディナ/fate）
[ direct ] your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye . ( / it's times like this we both remember that i cannot be trusted. /laughs- )
@beannaigh | from x
〚 ♘ 〛DIARMUID WAS ACCUSTOMED TO HAVING A WHIMISCAL, occasionally demanding, lord. He enjoyedit even, to some extent. It was nice to feel as though he was RELIED upon, asthough he had accomplished something of WORTH. However, every now and again,Fionn tended to throw him for quite the loop.
Havingthe other grasp his chin and DEMAND his attention was one such moment.
The KNIGHT’S amber eyes had widened the moment the blond had touched his skin. ❝Mylord…?❞ he questioned, face beginning to flush from the contact. Doing his bestto remain still and do as his lord asked, Diarmuid’s gaze remained locked with theother’s CLEAR BLUE.
Ittook him a moment to realize the fellow Lancer was likely inspecting the BEAUTY MARK upon his face. Sometimes it was hard to believe such a small spot hadcaused so much CHAOS between the two of them…
❝… Awfullittle thing, isn’t it?❞ he remarked, lips curved into a somber smile as his eyes FLITTERED uncertainly from those of his lord.
beannaigh:
SUBVERSION (part 2).
≪✿≫ TO SAY THAT he was a little overwhelmed as he became entirely aware of the situation… would be an understatement. From the moment those ALARMS had gone off, and the message was played, he was confused. He felt like he’d been dreaming. He felt like he’d just woken up from something. He felt, for lack of better words, lost.
Those memories – his own, yet not quite his – lingered just behind his eyes. A haze which had settled onto his brain.
It was LIKE waking up from a dream. It was similar. Foreign. Yet familiar. But? What he was sure of… was that he was amongst those whose “DREAM” he’d shared. Whom had formed something of a family, somehow – “Let me be the first to break the silence.” Fionn starts, the blond attempting to gain some control over the situation that had been put in front of him. Those memories… they weren’t quite his. Yet they made him hazy. Confused. “I’m assuming you both heard the same message I did, then? That we have duplicates that must be handled? Before… the… ah, virus settles in?” He was asking the two of them for clarification. This island had done stranger things then manipulate sound before – so? There was a chance they could have heard different things. And? Frankly, he didn’t want to start out this already unusual misadventure with a misunderstanding.
“What say you? Do you trust what the voice said in the message?”
It was odd – extremely so – looking at the two of them right now. The young woman who’d become something of an apprentice of his (an apparent daughter to his counterpart) and his oldest friend. Whose relationship with his counterpart… wasn’t something he even wished to ponder at this moment. This was complicated enough without that added complication. “And if you do, what would you do about it? Dia –“ For a moment, he pauses – confusion in his eyes, “Diarmuid. Momo? Your opinions, please?”
next ≫ @rosridire ≫ @creativxquirk
〚 ♘ 〛 ❝ IT’S DIFFICULT TO SAY, ❞ the Lancer answered after a prolonged silence. He’d been mulling over the message they’d been given upon awakening, and of course, those peculiar memories that now existed as a hazy mess within his mind. The three of them had apparently formed a little family, oddly enough. They’d been comfortable, happy even, as far as he could tell. And now those replicas had fled, fearful of what this island would have in store for them—or perhaps of what they might do to them.
Truly this island was putting its guests to the test.
Diarmuid let out a quiet sigh before speaking, ❝ We have no way of confirming the validity of the message that was relayed to us. If it is true, the longer we spend contemplating our actions, the longer the virus has to impair the health and judgement of our counterparts, ❞ he reasoned. Whatever they decided to do, they would have to act quickly. Generally, the knight didn’t have much of a problem when it came to acting quickly, but this matter wasn’t necessarily so cut and dry…
❝ In a case such as this, perhaps we had best track them down first, while they’re still capable of being reasoned with. If we can convince them that this device ❞ he gestured toward the cellphone he’d been holding onto since he’d awoken, ❝ is currently their best chance of survival, we may be able to come to a peaceful conclusion. ❞
next ≫ @creativxquirk ≫ @beannaigh
beannaigh:
SUBVERSION (part 1).
≪✿≫ WAKING UP SLOWLY, Fionn quietly yawns… his teal eye only just barely peeling open in the semi-darkness of the room. It was moments before his alarm, but? That tended to be his luck. Especially when he could already smell coffee brewing in the kitchen not so far away.
A quick glance to his side was enough to prove to him that his partner had yet to wake. So? The likely answer was that their daughter had already gone ahead and begun brewing a pot for the whole family.
With that, the blond man runs his fingers very carefully through the others hair. It was a careful movement, bringing the others unrestrainable longer strand of hair to the side… Gently nudging the other to the waking world, as he begins to climb out of bed. Careful to turn off his own alarm – unwilling to leave it to startle the other with it, especially if he was going to be up prior. “Mornin’, Dia.” The blond murmurs, casting a glance over at him again – it might take the other a moment to catch up still. But? “I’m going to start making breakfast. See you in a bit.”
And with that, he slips out the door to what had become their room. Heading towards the kitchen with a lopsided grin on his face. “Now, darling daughter of mine…” He laughs out, quietly, shaking his head at the other as it appeared she’d settled into the kitchen for study purposes. “Waking up early and brewing a pot of coffee for the family? What sort of angel are you?” He offers, walking pasted her with a quick stop to kiss the top of her head. “Are you the sort who would like chocolate chips in your pancakes?”
( next ≫ @rosridire ≫ @creativxquirk )
〚 ♘ 〛 DIARMUID BEGAN AWAKENING to the sensation of fingers threading through his sleep-tousled hair. The gentle touch was soothing, but he found himself gradually drawn to the waking world as Fionn brushed an untamable strand of hair off to the side of his face. Amber eyes opened drowsily, soon recognizing the cerulean gaze of his partner.
❝ Ah… G’morning, Fionn, ❞ he answered hazily to the other’s greeting. He’d grown accustomed to waking next to blond over the last few years. The bed shifted a moment more as his partner slipped out from beneath the covers, likely to begin making breakfast for their little family.
With his companion’s departure, Diarmuid slowly sat up, catching the scent of the smell of freshly brewed coffee—it seemed their dear daughter Momo must have already awoken this morning. Absentmindedly he couldn’t help but wonder what he’d done to deserve such a lovely family…
As he entered the kitchen, he couldn’t help but smile at Fionn’s doting nature regarding their daughter, and how quickly it tended to embarrass the poor girl—at least when done around others. Gathering three mugs from the cupboard, Diarmuid poured each of them coffee from the finished brew. Setting one of the mugs beside the studying teen, he inquired curiously, ❝ I trust you slept well? ❞ He certainly hoped so, anyway, with how studious and hardworking Momo was.
( next ≫ @creativxquirk ≫ @beannaigh )
Subversion.
General
Due to his mother’s death and his father’s sudden disappearance Diarmuid was taken in by a close friend of his father’s when he was still quite young. It was an odd childhood, but Diarmuid remained grateful to his foster father for having taken him in. For most of his adolescence, Diarmuid assisted his father’s antique shop before he was ready to move out.
Upon turning twenty, he married a young woman after having dated one another for nearly two years. The marriage ended in a messy divorce that left Diarmuid somewhat emotionally scarred and he found himself seeking out his friend Fionn’s company more and more often. In turn, when Fionn’s wife disappeared, Diarmuid did his best to aid the other in searching for his missing lady-love.
As of current, he helps train service dogs alongside helping Fionn run his dojo.
Relationships
Partner ;; Fionn Eventually, as the years passed, one thing led to another and the two decided to live together, their relationship having melded into something akin to dating/marriage. (They’re somewhat awkward and have yet to have ‘The Talk.’) Regardless, they are comfortable with one another and have settled into a life alongside one another.
Adopted Daughter ;; Momo Diarmuid helps look after Momo, finding himself more than happy to act as a second father figure for the teenage girl. He, like Fionn, also enjoys talking about his daughter. Unlike Fionn, he tries not to purposely embarrass her, but he’s always quick to offer the brilliant girl praise regardless.
[ invite ] your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap ( / i am cackling into the void. just so you know. )
@flodeuyn | [ invite ] your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap. | from x
〚 ♘ 〛 ❝ … ?!❞
For longer thanhe was proud of, Diarmuid could only stare in shock.
❝I have nointention of sitting in your lap, Merlin,❞ he declined, cheeks a bright redfrom having been flustered so. It was bad enough they barely knew one another,let alone having the MAGUS OF FLOWERS flirt with(?) and/or tease him so boldly…
This was the manwhom had helped raise the KING OF KNIGHTS, the Celt reminded himself. He wasnot… what he had expected.
–––– –– i bear no grudge against anyone, however, fate has truly treated me unkindly.
sgithcanach:
“Time has been both my ally and enemy, young knight.” Well, young compared to her. A fledgling really but an unfair comparison to make when judged against. No, his deeds would be measured best when held in their own light, and conditions imposed had made for an unsightly ending. Perhaps, why words of wisdom were expressed. As his uneasiness was practically palpable by scent alone. “Memories.”
Forgive her for explaining. Usually impact created would be larger the longer left to linger, but mind’s trouble was surfacing. Hmph. Reading people as always. Stance would lightened up, a rare sight. But one necessary and appropriate in regard to manner. As seat taken upon bench is vacant, a pat to spot beside is what she hints him to comply. Distance kept only furthered his progress in seclusion, allow the natural mother to fulfill her duty. “Through them, nothing is loss. Trust as I’ve learned this myself.” The only means she can retain the image of children of old. “I would recommend you follow on my words. You have the opportunity to now.”
〚 ♘ 〛 THE KNIGHT LISTENED ON SILENTLY as the teacher slipped into her element, passing on what wisdom she was willing to offer. The single word, ‘ MEMORIES ’ was a simple conclusion to have come to, one he had even considered, but couldn’t bring himself to dedicate such profoundness to.
At her INVITATION, Diarmuid complied, taking a seat beside the Lady of Shadows as her lesson continued. He agreed certainly, that those he loved lived on through his memories. But it was difficult to deny they were still gone, their ABSENCE the equivalent of a HOLE within his heart. ❝ I do believe my memories to be a treasure—I linger on them often—but it’s impossible for me to deny the loss itself. It’s as though their absence has been made that much more profound by such bittersweet recollections. ❞
A small, dry smile adorned his lips then, ❝ Forgive me, Queen of Shadows, it seems I’ve still much to learn, even after my passing. I would hate for your tutelage to be wasted. ❞
❥ NON - SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE .
feel free to edit or elaborate as you please . ( add ‘ reverse ‘ to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to …
[ lit ] your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine .
[ order ] your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .
[ guide ] your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .
[ pay ] your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )
[ open ] your muse opening a door for mine .
[ dry ] your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc .
[ instruct ] your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do .
[ groom ] your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc .
[ direct ] your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .
[ disagree ] your muse sternly telling mine ‘ no ‘ .
[ rest ] your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .
[ clean ] your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc . feel free to specify what and how .
[ answer ] your muse answering a question meant for mine .
[ coat ] your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .
[ pilot ] your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them .
[ stare ] your muse staring mine down .
[ placement ] your muse telling mine to sit down .
[ teach ] your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .
[ patience ] your muse telling mine to be patient .
[ tears ] your muse wiping away mine’s tears .
[ swat ] your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .
[ jewelry ] your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings .
[ enough ] your muse commanding mine to stop talking .
[ retrieve ] your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .
[ invite ] your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .
[ lean ] your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together .
[ calm ] your muse telling mine to ‘ just breathe ‘ .
[ scold ] your muse scolding mine for something .
[ comfort ] your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .
[ approval ] your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .
[ beckon ] your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking .
[ laces ] your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .
[ stay ] your muse telling mine to stay in the car .
[ defend ] your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them .
[ feed ] your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .
[ volume ] your muse demanding mine speak louder .
[ read ] your muse reading something to mine .
[ refill ] your muse refilling mine’s glass for them .
[ possessive ] your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other .
creativxquirk:
@rosridire
It had been weeks since Momo had managed to make her way back here and she was glad she took a moment to do so. She had stumbled upon the Star Trail by complete accident when she had first arrived in the city and had loved every minute of exploring it. There was a lot to see.
There were ingredients and food everywhere some were familiar, but a lot of them were things she had never seen before. Momo likely wouldn’t try all of them given how some of them looked, but there were some ingredients she would absolutely have to experiment, but that would be when she finally had more money to play around with.
She took a moment to locate a few absolute essentials she needed picking them up alongside a purchase of absolutely unnecessary tea leaves. She had a couple she was used to drinking alongside a new kind Momo had never seen before. Sure she probably shouldn’t have spent money on it, but what was life if you didn’t spoil yourself a little.
With everything gathered she went to turn around to head back to her own ward but upon turning she plowed right into someone her face literally colliding with his chest. Momo froze briefly as her brain took a second longer then it should have to register what just happened. Then without even a slight hesitation, she jumped back quickly almost as if she had been stung and quickly dropped into a polite bow.
"I-I’m so sorry, I d-didn’t mean to run into you like that.“ In her hurry to apologize she couldn’t help as she stuttered a little.
She remained bowed only a moment longer before she finally looked at the man who she had collided with. The first thing she noticed was that he was well muscled, but not overly he appeared more athletic than bulky. He was likely a skilled fighter given his appearance. He was also what many women would consider quite handsome even Momo herself found him quite pleasing to the eyes.
"I really am sorry. I wasn’t paying attention and I really should have turned around first before just whipping around and trying to walk off.” It certainly would save her some awkwardness and she definitely knew better.
〚 ♘ 〛 IF THERE WAS ONE THING THAT HADN’T SEEMED TO HAVE CHANGED over the course of time, it was the marketplace. Diarmuid found himself watching fondly as people chattered and bartered over different produce and other treats. The STAR TRAIL was a lively place, bustling with people of all sorts, buying and selling delicacies from all corners of the earth. The LANCER had even spotted a stand selling traditional Irish dishes which had nearly drawn him into spending more than he knew he could afford.
It made for a peaceful sight, LIVELY though it was.
As Diarmuid made his way through the bustling crowd carefully, he found himself come to a standstill as a young woman directly in front of him abruptly spun around, slamming her face into his broad chest. The KNIGHT found himself in a stupor as the woman bowed quite suddenly, an apology quick to escape her lips. It seemed she was as surprised at their COLLISION as he had been.
❝ Ah, that’s quite alright. I’d like to apologize as well—in my hurry I seem to have crowded you, ❞ he apologized in turn. She seemed like a very polite young lady with a lovely face. If Diarmuid were to guess, she’d likely grow into a very beautiful woman. And if her stature, build, and reflexes were any indicator, she was a rather athletic individual as well. To be honest, she reminded him somewhat of some of the LADY KNIGHTS of the Fianna.
Expression growing troubled, he inquired, ❝ I do hope you’re uninjured? ❞ She’d ran into him face-first, which had him worried. Her nose didn’t appear to be BLEEDING or BROKEN, so that was a good sign at least. He was a toned man and he knew running into him was likely more akin to running into a WALL than, say… a cushion.
beannaigh:
≪✿≫ “Diarmuid!”
FIONN CALLS OUT his friend’s name from a distance – having been determined to find him, even on this snowy day, he smiles brilliantly at the fellow Knight of the Fianna. His eyes were brimming with joy, however, and his arm was linked with a young woman at his side.
She, to the contrary, had a small smile in place. Shaking her head ever-so-slightly at his overly excitable antics – however? Her exasperation came draped with both tolerance and love. Clearly, she was used to his chaos, though… she did look somewhat curious about who he was talking to. It had been some time – and she certainly couldn’t recall him from back then. After all: Fionn and Diarmuid’s ages had been… somewhat different in life. So she was having a hard time placing it…
“My friend! Hold up, will you?” He calls, laughing a little as he does – he would rush over, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was unwilling to tug Sadhbh along with him. And she’d already made it quite clear that she would have no more of his tomfoolery of being picked up.
He’d already made her dizzy once, by spinning her in circles. No more shenanigans for you, Fionn.
/ @rosridire ≪✿≫ (EVENT - Covet)
〚 ♘ 〛 EVER THE FAITHFUL KNIGHT, Diarmuid responded quickly to hearing his lord call his name. Halting in his steps, he turned, amber eyes scanning the streets to find Fionn. Spotting the Hero of Erin, he nearly returned the greeting before catching sight of the woman he had linked arms with. Who… was she?
As they approached, the LANCER almost instinctively moved to cover the mark upon his face before catching himself. There was no need to resort to such measures when the island seemed to have lessened the potency of the BLESSING / CURSE. ( If nothing else regarding his sealed powers, that much was a boon, at least. ) Among most he wouldn’t bother, but the last thing he wanted was to charm another woman whom his lord had expressed interest in.
It seemed however, that the other man’s enthusiasm was contagious, as Diarmuid felt himself chuckling in turn as the couple approached. ❝ My lord, ❞ he greeted with an earnest smile, ❝ it’s a pleasure, as always. ❞ For the blond to be in such a sincerely joyous mood was unusual. Fionn was a bit ECCENTRIC and wore a smile well, but the FIRST SPEAR had come to find it didn’t always meet his azure eyes.
Turning his attention towards the woman at Fionn’s side—likely the reason for this particular mood—the knight opened his mouth to give a proper greeting, before finding himself at a loss for words. Had he… seen her before? Diarmuid WRACKED his brain; she seemed so familiar. Had they met in life…?
❝ Forgive me, my good lady. My manners seem to have failed me, ❞ he apologized, expression somewhat sheepish. ❝ Perchance, have we met prior? ❞ He’d met her before, he was nigh certain of it. But at what point...? In his youth, perhaps? She had a beautiful and GENTLE face with such expressive, wide eyes, almost like a DOE’S...
—wait. Was this her…? Was that even POSSIBLE…??
❝ Sadhbh ? ❞
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tagging : anyone who wants to do it...?
famous first lines of poetry pt. 1 : bold the ones that apply to your muse.
repost. don’t reblog.
Diarmuid Ua Duibhne.
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked // Tyger Tyger, burning bright // I have done it again. // Do not go gentle into that good night. // The sea is calm to-night. // Let us go then, you and I, // April is the cruelest month, // Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // There is a place where the sidewalk ends // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, // Whose woods these are I think I know //
Let us twain walk aside from the rest; // Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, // I taught myself to live simply and wisely // It so happens I am sick of being a man // I wandered lonely as a cloud // Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // O my Luve is like a red, red rose // O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; // Out of the night that covers me, // It was many and many a year ago, // You may write me down in history // Do not stand at my grave and weep //
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. // Hope is the thing with feathers // The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // No man is an island, // Remember me when I am gone away, // I met a traveller from an antique land // ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves // This is thy hour O Soul, // When we wear the mask that grins and lies, // Death be not proud, // And death shall have no dominion. // Laugh, and the world laughs with you; // The art of losing isn’t hard to master; // To see a World in a Grain of Sand //
Is there anybody there? said the Traveller // Nobody heard him, the dead man, // That crazed girl improving her music. // Come to me in the silence of the night; // Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // When you are old and grey and full of sleep, // In Flanders’ fields the poppies blow // I thought of you and how you love this beauty // Life, believe, is not a dream // It may be misery not to sing at all, // If starry space no limit knows // Come live with me and be my love, // Had we but world enough and time, // My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense //
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art– // Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. // Heaven is what I cannot reach! // My dear, my dear, I know // In visions of the dark night // Shall I compare thee to a summers day? // Break, break, break // She walks in beauty, // I had a dream, which was not all a dream. // He clasps the crag with crooked hands.
“I,” she said, planting a hand on her hip, “am a delicate flower.” “You aren’t a flower, you’re every blossom in the wood blooming at once.”
