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( reigne & theodore )

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halfdivines‌:

his apology was all she needed to confirm her suspicion, the rest of his words fading into the background as she tried to understand the situation. all of a sudden, reigne felt extremely vulnerable in a way she’s never before. as if someone were inside her thoughts at all times, leaving her completely open and unsafe. snapping out of her thoughts for a moment, she took a step away from him and outside the little space they had occupied for a while. looking around the shop, she made sure it was empty before locking the front door, grateful that it had been closing time. she had built an image of herself upon coming onto the island and tears were something never to be associated with her. so as she turned around to face him once more, right hand curled into a fist as tears began to well up in her eyes, she took a breath before letting all her inquiries spill out, “why would you do that? why me?” the shaking of her head became more furious as more tears rolled down her cheeks, biting the inside of her cheeks as she grew the confidence to demand, “tell me what you saw.”

Seeing her reaction broke his heart. It was difficult to face her change of personality, going from bubbly, happy and unknowing to suddenly being engulfed in hurt. Theodore knew that this was the only logical reaction to what he had done. But, perhaps, the most disturbing part of this experience was the fact that he couldn’t reach out and comfort her - after all, he didn’t know her at all. He knew her dreams, her nightmares, her deepest fears and troubles, but he didn’t know anything else. To try to console her in this very moment would have been even more strange than having sneaked into her dreams. Thus, Theodore stood there, rather awkwardly, giving her the time to settle into her own feelings.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, looking down at his feet as he shifted his weight from one leg to another. Now, she was asking questions, and the male didn’t quite know how to form a coherent sentence. Should he tell the truth? Well, why stop now? “I’ve seen your nightmares. I...I have never seen so much pain. I’m so sorry that you had to go through all that. Every time I visited, I just wished that there would be something happy, something joyful. I never stayed long. I promise.”

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theodore & anya

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“Smile!” Anya was practically beaming as she snapped pictures of her pup. It was happening. She had become one of those dog parents she swore she would never be. And yet here she was, perched atop a hill staging a photoshoot, the view of the coastline serving as the backdrop. She was in the middle of praising her when the German Shepherd’s head snapped round and her ears perked up, her interest clearly piqued. Before Anya’s brain even had the chance to register what was happening, Kali was barrelling towards the beach. “Kali!_” _she yelled expectantly, only for it to fall on deaf ears. She shouted her name again but to no avail. Anya bolted after her, muffled profanities spilling from her lips as her pace quickened. Wrestling Kali into a bath for the third consecutive day was an unwelcomed notion. That thought alone, along with the fear she might playfully tackle a child, was enough of an incentive for her to run as fast as her feet could carry her.

Anya could only observe the scene in absolute shock as Kali bounded upwards and snatched the toy mid-air. It took her a few seconds to notice Theodore standing nearby, prompting her to breathe a sigh of relief. “Fuckin’ hell,” she mumbled, panting heavily, as her feet came to a halt in front of him.

A swell of warmth was evident on her cheeks from the physical exertion. Bending over, she gazed down at the ground as she attempted to stabilise her fluctuating breathing pattern. She straightened her posture, her eyes meeting Theodore’s. “I’ll have you know I’ve trained that dog how to hula hoop. But I still can’t convince her to turn off those Romeo and Juliet eyes,” she rasped out, surprised she actually managed to formulate a coherent sentence. “Just so you know, you’re paying for the hypnotherapy.”

A dog was almost always followed by an owner, and before he had the chance to react further, Anya flew into the picture quite the same way as her pup had done. The big German Shepherd was now trotting towards them, proudly showing off the toy that she had seized from the very frustrated Beagle. With a laugh, Theodore turned towards the panting girl. “You girls do like to make an entrance.” 

Crouching down, to get on the same level as Kali, he reached out a hand to gently rub her head, the dog’s tail wagging as a way of expressing joy. “How boring would life be if you managed to make those beautiful eyes disappear? Don’t rob the puppy world from her magic.” With a chuckle, he quickly grabbed the toy out of Kali’s mouth and threw the toy away - this time both dogs bolting after - before turning towards Anya. “How have you been?”

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myhearthealing‌:

“Uh, yes.” O_h fuck, was it that obvious?_ He thought. He shuffled to the counter, hoping to get a grip on his nerves. “So, I’m wanting something small, maybe inside of my bicep? It’ll just say ‘Maura,’ which is my mom….uh, was.” He cleared his throat. “I have a letter from her which has her name written on it. Would this work?” He definitely wasn’t used to sharing so much information with a total stranger, or even people who weren’t strangers to him. But he was sure the tattoo guy was used to hearing people’s sob stories.

Of course, as a tattoo artist, Theodore truly enjoyed coming up with intricate designs on his own, but there had always been something very tender about handling people’s personal requests. With a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, he nodded in reply. “Of course, that would work phenomenal.” He continued as he reached down to grab a notebook and a pen. “When it’s something this personal, I always give the people the opportunity to trace the name themselves. I will need a stencil to be able to actually tattoo her name on you. Do you want to make sure that it’s just as you want it, or do you trust me?” Looking up with a genuine twinkle in his green eyes, he tilted his head to the side as he awaited the man’s answer. 

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lydia & theodore

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quixlydiasx‌:

Anger piqued within her, despite the fact that she hadn’t felt anger over him in a long time. Frowning, she held up a hand. “How much it pained you?” she asked, her voice raising a few octaves. “Sorry, but you’re the one who ran. _**You **_brought that on yourself,” she said, struggling to maintain a calm exterior. She didn’t want anyone else to see them argue. “Your pain was something you had control over,” she continued. “You could have stayed, and worked things out, but you decided to run,” she said. “You decided to leave me, when I loved you,” she said, her voice rough from the sudden onslaught of tears she was holding back. “You knew how that would ruin me, and you still did it.”

Composing herself, she stared down at the table for a long moment before focusing back on his gaze. “I have not held any anger for you in a long time now,” she started, “I have realised you had to do what you felt was best for you,” she breathed. “But don’t sit there and talk about your pain, because you caused this.” She straightened herself up, wiping away a stray tear and fixing her curls. The heaviness in her chest was not foreign to her, but it didn’t hurt any leas than it had when he left. The memories flooded back, opening the wound once more.

For a brief moment, Theodore wondered if it had been a mistake to re-open the gates to the past. They had met, in a place where he had least expected to run into the blonde, and perhaps they had been given the chance to build the foundations of a new friendship. And now, it seemed as if he had managed to demolish the odds. He could see how hard she was trying to keep it together, yet, he knew her way too well to know what was going on inside of her. That single tear slowly tracing down the delicate curve of her cheeks tied the knot in his stomach even tighter. 

“I loved you too.” He replied, voice quiet though with a slight quiver in his tone. “Don’t think I didn’t. I was...I got so scared. I wasn’t sure if I could give you the safety you deserve. For the rest of our lives. I had a nightmare about me being a horrible husband, a horrible father. I saw myself as a man way too engulfed in loneliness, and I realized that I had way too much to work out before I could be the man you’re worthy of being with.” 

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absentialucis‌:

Well, that had not been a reaction Gianna had anticipated. Glancing up at the man, eyebrow raised in confusion. As she took note of his face, she finally answered him with a nod. “Oh yes, your face is nicely symmetrical,” she teased back, realizing the humor surrounding his words. “Yeah, had a bad day. Let me tell you, don’t spill someone’s coffee. They will revolt.” The day hadn’t been so bad. At least the weather was gorgeous.

“Oh, spilling coffee would be enough to start a war.” The man laughed with a slight shake of his head. Coffee was a stable in every doctor’s life, and he couldn’t even imagine someone knocking his cup out of his hands as he rushed to the hospital early in the morning. Or, he couldn’t even dare to imagine how he would react to that particular event. “I do adore art. Would it be strange if I sat down and watched you paint? I couldn’t draw a flower to save my life.”

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Anya wandered out of the emergency room, sporting a very flattering wrist splint on her left arm. She let out a huff of disapproval when the sound of her phone beeping multiple times in quick succession filled the air. The brunette reached into her pocket before raising the phone to meet her eye-level. Her eyebrows knitted inward as she fiddled with the device, realizing just how challenging it was to navigate with only one hand. Her eyes were fixated on the screen when she dashed around the corner without looking. It was at that moment she felt herself ramming against somebody else, her injured arm taking the brunt of the contact. She winced, gnawing on her lip as the pain in her wrist intensified. She instinctively took a step back to compose herself when her eyes caught sight of Dante. “Yeah,” she acknowledged as she glanced down at the dressing on her wrist. “Don’t get a dog.”

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It had been a long day. It’s not that it was particularly late - it was more the fact that he had been at the hospital since early morning as he had been called in for an emergency surgery. It was one of those surgeries that took several hours, ending up with his head and back aching and whole body screaming after coffee and a cake from the cafeteria. Which was exactly where he was heading the very moment that someone crashed right into him. “Woah.” Dante said, staggering back a step with eyes widening. It didn’t take more than one glance to recognize the figure that tumbled into him. “Anya?” His question was followed by him quickly furrowing his brows at the painful wince that escaped her lips. “What happened this time? Are you okay?”

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lostxboys‌:

Whilst Sam had promised himself that murder would be left far from the Island, he just couldn’t help himself when his blood began to boil. He was a dangerous man, and those that crossed him would learn the lesson. He might have even left the man dead just for trying to attack him. 

A small part of him knew that he was overreacting; he’d started the fight, after-all, and probably deserved the beating he was receiving from the stranger. However, he was taught that there were two choices in life: kill or be killed. And as soon as the man had hit him there was no way that he could control his inner rage. The head butt had been the final straw before hell, literally, broke loose. However, things were about to change. 

The man touched him, and a wave of something he’d never experienced before washed over him. He felt exhausted, but he knew that wasn’t possible; his adrenaline had been pumping just a second ago. He felt his eyes grow heavy, and then there was darkness. Sam felt himself fall back, but he was asleep before he hit the floor. 

Theodore was surprised. Astonished, bewildered and a little bit frightened. No, scared shitless. This has never happened before; of course, his father had once mentioned the power of making people suddenly falling into deep sleep but he had also, in the same conversation, informed Theodore about the chances of him actually being able to do it to be very small. Thus, he had never once tried to experiment with that particular ability. 

Yet now, in the middle of a terribly weird fight, his powers grew stronger than he ever could have imagined. Maybe it was the fear, or perhaps his survival instincts kicking in that caused them to step in. 

With his hands slowly falling to his sides, Theodore stared at the man sleeping under him. His breathing was deep and slow, lips parted slightly and eyelids fluttering as they did when someone slowly sank deeper into slumber. This was not right, and he knew it. If something, this had to be foul play, causing a rival to suddenly fall asleep but to be completely honest, he never would have thought to end up in this situation. Standing up, he gently nudged the stranger’s side with his foot. “Hey, man. Wake up.” 

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theodore & anya

closed starter for @anyawtf

Darius loved the beach. Perhaps loved it even more than his owner did. Running in the sand, catching different toys and sticks that Theodore threw with all his might. This particular day was no different. The sun’s warm beams caressed his cheeks as the man watched his beagle run up and down the shoreline, with a red ball held tightly between his sharp teeth. Back in London, Darius had to be content with small parks, almost non-existent patches of trees, while here, he had the ability to move freely and explore the wide nature of this island. One day, they had the possibility of climbing rocks and hills, the second they Darius could sniff after rabbits in the woods, and on days like this, he enjoyed the freedom of the beach. 

“Alright, catch it!” Theodore yelled after the dog as he threw a squeaky bone as far as he could. The plan of course had been that Darius was going to be the one to catch it - yet, much to the man’s surprise, an unfamiliar dog flew into the picture and caught the toy with his mouth, leaving both Theodore and his dog frozen in place. 

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lostxboys‌:

Sam thought that he could end this quickly, but the man was proving to be stronger than Sam had anticipated. Before he could react a fist met his temple, pushing him backwards, dizzying his mind, and landing him on the floor. This was no longer just a game, and Sam was no longer willing to play around. The man powered over him and Sam felt his rage peak, veins filling with the familiar deathly poison, and eyes turning a thick black. He hadn’t intended to kill so soon after arriving at the Island,  but this man had pushed him too far. ‘You should be careful who you fight with.’ His voice filled with venom as he readied himself to execute the man with a simple touch, but not before head-butting the other. 

When Theodore first opened his eyes that particular morning, the last thing he would have expected from the day’s events had to be a violent fight in the middle of the library. To be completely honest, he had no idea how he ended up in this very situation - he wasn’t an aggressive person, had never been in a fight before, and he had never before felt so much hatred towards an individual he just had stumbled into.

As the man leaned closer, Theodore felt a shiver run down his spine. Looking into the eyes of the other caused a sudden wave of fear wash over him. He truly, truly didn’t know who he was fighting with and it was a rather dangerous game to play on an island filled with demigods. As the other’s forehead touched his own, glistening with sweat, Theodore closed his eyes. He had never felt strong enough to do this, and he was rather unsure whether the current state of his mind would allow his power to flow as he wished. 

With a grunt, Theodore placed his hands on the man’s shoulders as every inch of his body focused on one thing: make him fall sleep and control his dream. 

And sure enough, the stranger’s body slowly went limp. A loud thud echoing in the empty library as his head landed on the floor.  

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venomoussnakes‌:

Margot knew that something made her closer to the man, she had never had true friends that understood her but in Icaria things were different, they all understood each other better than other people ever could. A smile grew on her lips, she picked up her glass of whiskey and touched it with his. “Cheers to that” she downed her whiskey and put her glass down. “It makes you a better doctor, and from what I can see, it makes you a great man, I haven’t met many of those” maybe she had looked in the wrong places, maybe darkness attracts darkness, whatever it was, she was glad she had met Dante, who gave her a little hope in humanity.

“Don’t flatter me too much.” The man expressed his amusement with a quiet laugh as he himself put the empty glass down next to hers. If he focused enough, he could sense the alcohol bubble in his veins - Dante wasn’t used to the feeling of being intoxicated, but after mixing several beers with whiskey had its particular effect on him. Feeling a tid dizzy, he looked over to the woman. “I do hope that this won’t be the first time in my career I have go to work with a hangover.”

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halfdivines‌:

the lack of sunlight outside , the many hours he had just spent inside lecture halls , and not having eaten anything since breakfast created a mixture of irritation and frustration that presented itself as eye rolls and brisk movements within cruz as he perused the library for certain books his class reading required . as the other approached and exclaimed , he raised both hands in sligh defeat , moving away an inch before stating as calmly as he could , “ bro , there’s fifty thousand other books , ” gesturing down the length of the shelf they were currently in front of , “ i need this one for an assignment . can’t you pick another ? ” deciding to forgo bringing up the fact that he got to that book first .

A sigh of defeat left his lips. Of course, Theodore could tell right and wrong apart - and this time, he had no right of declaring the book as his own. Simply, he had to trust this stranger, whether he truly was in need of the writings more than his restless mind was. “I suppose you are more in need of this book than I am.” He raised his hand, rubbing the back of his neck with a look of pure disappointment shining in his green eyes. “What assignment would you need this book for? Do you perhaps study philosophy?” 

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absentialucis‌:

( open starter @icariastarters​ )

Wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of her evening outside of work sketching out the patterns to found in the waves, Gianna was plopped in the middle of a beach towel. Pad on her knees as the pencil worked quickly on the page below her. This was the best way for her to calm herself down before trekking home through the streets of Icaria. After many mess ups, a few spilled drops of caffeine, she was frustrated with herself and the situation. Harshly erasing on the page, Gianna glanced up to notice her vision being blocked by someone a little further. “Hey, uh, if you don’t mind, could you step to the left a little? Or I’m putting you in. Take your pick.” 

The beach had always been a place which had a calming effect on Dante, particularly after a rather stressful day at work. The evening sun caressed his cheeks, the gentle breeze blew through his locks and he could finally let a deep sigh escape his lips - everything felt right when he was looking out over the waves. One could almost think that he was son of Poseidon. 

Though his thoughts were interrupted by a stranger’s voice, he turned around with a laugh and a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I would be a rather dashing detail, I think.” No, he didn’t want to come across as someone with an inflated ego, thus stepping aside much o the girl’s wish. “I’m sorry, Are you drawing the ocean?”

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jacqroe‌:

 maybe it was because she was just a little on edge, but Jacq jumped at the sudden sound of someone talking. she turned to face them quickly, and tried to offer them a polite smile and a shrug as if to say ’_please don’t think i’m crazy.’ _she nudged the box with her foot, trying to see if any of what was left of her somewhat aggression could dissipate. 

                      “I may be okay at the moment – but this – ”

she indicated her arm to the box, which, if shattered when it initially landed on the ground, is now demolished.

                     " – is definitely a goner.“ 

Finding that his presence wasn’t completely unwished, Dante took another step closer to the stranger and the box on the ground. “It was a very beautiful box.” He added as he crouched down, one hand reaching out to touch a broken sliver. “Was it of importance to you? A box this astonishing must have had a meaningful past.”

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venomoussnakes‌:

Margot shrugged her shoulders “There’s never a happy-ending. They’re there to know what bad is going to happen, so if I didn’t tell them, they weren’t happy. And if I did tell them, they were sad because I had just told them horrible things that were going to happen to them” she carefully placed a piece of hair behind her hair that had fallen to her face. “So I hated it. Hated everything about it.” she looked over her shoulder to look at him “Specially the routine, and the people. I’m not the best at dealing with people”

His answer was exactly what she had expected from him, he was everything she had wished she was back when she was younger, he was everything her father wished she was. And more than anything she was happy he had lived a peaceful life. “It seems like you’ve had a great life, Theodore. It doesn’t seem dull.” what had surprised her, is that he had started studying psychology, for some reason she just had never thought he was the type “Psychology huh? That’s interesting” she took a look at the tattoo he was creating, watching the needles pierce her skin, the blood escaping her skin from time to time. 

“Do you know about your own future?” Theodore asked after a moment of silence. There had always been a fear in the pit of his stomach that the future was something he had no chance of controlling. It was a rather interesting aspect of his own psychology, as he himself received warnings about what was to come, to prepare himself or someone else of awaiting chances. “Before coming here, I received warnings from my father in my dreams. Ever since settling down on this island, my dreams have been silent.” 

With a soft sigh escaping his lips, he gently wiped the blood off of her skin before leaning back for a second. Resting in between different parts of the pattern was important, perhaps one of the most important lessons that a tattoo artist has to learn throughout their carrier. “Psychology, yeah. I just thought that being able to access other’s dream would pair well with it.” 

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absentialucis‌:

Surveying the area, Millie turned on her heel to face him. The idea of staying out here overnight was not expected. She wanted answers and if he could get his powers to work then she would give it a shot. Plus, it gave her more time to focus on getting a vision. “Okay,” she conceded, crossing her arms over her chest. “So you’ll sleep and I’ll keep watch. It’s our best bet.” Sleep had been alluding her for days. There was zero chance she was getting a nights rest, camping or not. “Contrary to popular belief, I’m _not _trying to get myself killed. Or you for that matter. Can’t have that on my conscious.”

“Should we get camping supplies, or should I just...sleep under a tree or something?” The comfort of a tent and something warm to drink when Nyx wrapped its arms around them, was an inviting thought. Sleeping under a tree beneath the starry sky was, on the other hand, an experience that he had romanticized before, yet perhaps not very realistic thing to do in the midst of spring. 

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dxvxurx‌:

aurora felt the colour on the very tops of her cheeks rise slightly as she felt his eyes on her - which made sense, she told herself. it made sense because he was the first man, first demi-god to look at her like this. nothing more to it. ‘it’s not the same though, is it? home always takes a spot in the heart that can’t ignored.’ she mused, tilting her head ever so slightly at the idea a place might ever feel like home that wasn’t a bustling city. 

at the change in tone, she looked back up at him with a slight smile. ‘yes, i’m in a villa on the cliffs - it overlooks the jetty, the one that the fishing boats work out of?’ it was on the opposite side of the island, up a path that almost hid it from the main road. ‘i’ve only been there a few days, so it’s been a lot of unpacking. and then it’s been a bit of sunbathing, lots of emails and the tiniest bit of studying. i feel like studying is the only thing that is a connection to life before.’ she shook her head at herself, doing that unflattering thing where she just spoke about herself. ‘i’m yet to have a guest over, so i don’t know if it’s in a nice spot or not, really.’

Exiting the forest, Dante mused to himself about the idea of a home. For the past years, this particular island had been his home, where he worked, where he woke up everyday, where he tied new connections to strangers. But there had always been something missing, and he was not yet capable of putting his unknown desire into words. “I do believe that you can make any place into home. You just need the right circumstances.”

Upon hearing the description of her home, he could feel another wide smile tug at the corner of his lips. “That truly sounds wonderful. Not only is that one of the most beautiful spots of the island, but I can only imagine how beautifully you must have made it your own.” To tell the truth, he hadn’t known why he voiced his admiration to a stranger, but, it was almost as if he didn’t have the ability to stop his himself from speaking. “I hope you’ve truly worked up an appetite, we’re there in a few moments.”

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( reigne & theodore )

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halfdivines‌:

“ um , okay , ” reigne let out a soft laughter at his introduction , “ i may not have been here long but i think we do start with our names first , ” blabbering on to fill the silence that was slowly filling the space between them , “ here , i’ll go - my name is reigne and i am the daughter of my wonderful momma , nike . like the shoes ! ” she mirrored his words with a full grin , bouncing on her heels as she did so . that was until the dots connected in her head , “ wait , are .. ” she began , her tone taking a graver turn , “ you’re not trying to tell me you’ve been in my dreams , have you ? ”_ that was impossible . there was no way he could have possibly seen her most vulnerable thoughts without her permission . without even meeting her . and even if he did , he would have said something already right ? or have ran away by now ? no one could possibly endure all those images without fearing her _, reigne fought all the thoughts that were taking over , instead choosing to plaster a playful smile on her face , “ because that would be totally fucked up , ” laughing as she realized how stupid that might have sounded .

It was rather absurd to see her bubbly personality, knowing very well that there was a whole other reality behind her mask of laughter. Theodore was ashamed. More ashamed than he ever had felt before, but somewhere deep down he knew that no one could engage in the activities he had without consequences. He was seconds away from admitting that yes, he indeed has been in her dreams, and he was fearing her next move. Was she going to slap him, as he deserved? Would she scream at him? Or, maybe even worse, would she stay silent, turn away and never speak to him again? It would have been the most logical reaction, as, they haven’t actually had the chance to meet outside of the realm of dreams. 

“I’m so sorry.” Theodore replied, voice shaky, gaze averting. “I stumbled into them one night and I just...I couldn’t leave. I know that there’s nothing I can say to make it okay, I know that it was wrong, but...” He rubbed his face with his hands, his posture screaming ‘defeated’. “It’s fucked up.”