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Foi en feuFoi en feu
Un pas à la fois, sans peur ni crainte
Avançant avec confiance en sa sainte enceinte
L’homme chauve porte sur ses lèvres des prières
Les yeux clos, ne voyant pas le feu de bruyères.
Les flammes grimpent, grandissent, rugissent
Portant en leur sein mille démons qui mugissent
Mais l’homme chauve continue son chemin
Sans inquiétude-il ne connaît pas le Malin
Mains enlacés, psaumes et chants sur le cœur
Protégé par sa foi, sainte ardeur
En un dieu bon, friand de repentir
Dieu miséricordieux et ami des martyrs.
Et se lève dans la nuit noire d’insomnies
Rouge du feu, de sang de la calomnie
Une plainte hululant des tréfonds, méandres
De l’âme, la peine tandis que l’abbaye devient cendres
"Mom can you please stop taking photos? This is the third memory card that you've replaced since I put on the dress." Mikasa complained. You on the other hand was over joyed. Your oldest daughter Mikasa was getting ready for her magical prom night and soon preparing for her graduation. Christa was sitting on her big sister's bed just as happy as you were.
"Oh Mikki quit complaining! You are just absolutely beautiful!! Look at my baby!" You squealed. Mikasa couldn't help but smile at her overly happy mother.
"Oh! I remember when I went to my prom. I went three times though." You started.
"Three"? Christa asked dumbfounded.
"Well yeah. The first time I went with your uncle Mike because he's a weirdo and no one wanted to go with him. The second time I went with Mr. Springer....that I regret. And the last, Oh my! That was my prom night. My prom ni
Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.30
There was no way you would consider the current body reaction, the extreme shaking, the dryness of your lips, and the moistness that came to your eyes, was due to Jack being so very close to you. Extremely close. Those large bright blue eyes bore into yours with exquisite curiosity and illusionary worry, because your thoughts believed that was the only thing it could be; an illusion.
Your body trembled even more as you gazed back at the reflection of yourself that should never have existed in those eyes. It couldn’t exist. The person in those eyes looked lost and scared, which you had always tried your very best to avoid in any kind of situation. But the worst part in that reflecting image was the love-struck look you had fathom about for years and never had the accuracy to define it correctly.
Jack moved forward and you stepped back, lifting your hands to rub your eyes and blinked several times. Maybe there was something caught in your eyes, a speck of dust, maybe? Perhap
Jelsa Edo-jidai AU: Cherry Tree's Branch
Fifty years of a mortal's life
Would be but a fleeting moment
Contrast with the life of Geten
It is nothing but a very dream and illusion
But once they are given life from God
There is no such thing that do not perish
Unless we consider this very seed of awakening
It is a grievous truth indeed
That was the only way Jack was able to summarize his situation upon his arrival at Toketsu Castle.
The Tenshu (main castle tower) was three-stories high, and though small, demonstrates the design required of a castle during periods of war. Standing tall with the height of 164 shaku (164 ft), Jack realized it looked even magnificent up close. The stone walls with large moats and four layers turrets encircles the inner tower of plaster, especially built in order to prevent enemies' siege to scale the walls. But that wasn't what discouraged him the most—It was the size of the annexes and the gard
Embroidered 13 (LevixReader AU)
It was nightfall by the time the storm blew over. The streets of Rose township were slightly flooded with little debris from trees and garbage. Petra decided to spend the night and went home to get some clothes. As for you, of course you had to stay and watch Levi, whose fever was starting to let up a little bit. After that whole incident, you refused to look at him or even speak to him. Of course he was pissed off about it but he didn't let it show. He pretended not to care, which was a big mistake. He finished his second part of his experiment by seeing how you'd react if he did something that caught you by surprise, which was a big success. But the third and final step of his plan was interrupted by Petra. The third step would have concluded your feelings for him. Your acceptance of him. He was looking forward to tasting your lips. And hearing you moan his name as he kissed your flesh sent him over the edge. He was going to make you his right then and there, but because of Pe
Myth City Role-Play: Part One
(I most likely made this look more epic than I ought. But I wanted to do a crime noir style with this one. >w> )
This was done between :iconShadowdancer172: and :iconJessica-Rae-3:. She plays the part of Adair and was the one t start the prompt. I slightly rephrased her first part to fit in a story mode. Enjoy.
Hugh, a werewolf, is a police officer in a city that mixes humans and mythical creatures; which, of course, makes his job much more difficult. While most of these mythical creatures choose to stay in their natural forms, a few - more specifically, the larger ones - appear as humans, so that they can live more comfortably in a human-sized city.
One day, Hugh had to go a few miles outside of the city, into a deep forest, to check up on one person who hasn't paid their taxes or even really visited the city, as far as he knew, in quite a while.
When he reached their home, he grimaced. It's clear this p
The Soul Keeper II: Ch. 23Chapter 23
“WHAT?!” Sky immediately jumped up, nearly shouting, “Do you know who took him? Where has he been taken? Ethan, tell me!”
“First, don’t grab me like that!” Ethan snarled, taking Sky’s hands off of his shoulders, “Second, calm down so we can think of a rescue plan.”
Sky winced as Ethan’s claws dug into his skin, pulling his hands back, “Uh, s-sorry… but Ty is my best friend, so of course I’d be worried about him.”
Ethan gave a curt nod, then crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall. He knew Adam and Ty’s friendship had lasted for years, probably more than what Sky had with him, though he had left for a certain amount of time before suddenly appearing out of the blue almost two years ago. For a time, he had been jealous of Ty, but that jealousy didn’t last long. He had reasoned that since he had someone who meant a lot to him, so
Myth City Role-Play: Part Two
(I love the pic still! )
It wasn't until about a week later when Judy was sitting in her office that she got the phone call. She was chewing on some gum while filing down her nails since this was her break, but of course someone would call at that moment. She shouted at the other cubicles, "Phone call!"
No one responded.
She sucked her teeth and then answered the phone with a grumble, "Mythos Taxing Relief. This is Judy Sanders. How may I help you?"
Adair paused, sighed, and replied, in a slightly strained voice (it took a huge amount of effort to degrade himself this way), "I'm having a little trouble, paying bills." He took another breath. He supposed he'd have to tell her the reason, then... "My family has acquired a debt, and I don't have the money." He said shortly, irritation in his tone. He knew he was supposed to be 'polite' or something like that...but it was so difficult, when all he felt like doing was picking a good
Sonadow: Phantom of the Opera Ch11Chapter 11: Coming Clean
I’ll be honest. I didn’t know what to think at this point. The Phantom is so desperate for love, and I’d feel like shit if I turned him down. The thought of what he’d do IF I chose Ms. Rose scared me to death. However, I do love Ms. Rose as well.
This is confusing. I should… maybe ask Ms. Rose about this, but then… how would SHE react? Sheesh. It’s getting harder and harder to hide this. Mr. Wilson is getting suspicious around me, so I need to do a better job of faking smiles.
Problem is that… it’s hard. Hard faking smiles about love, about what I think is right, and what I think needs to be done. Should I do anything? That’s a stupid question. Of course I should. I don’t want to worry Ms. Rose, but I can’t think of anyone else to turn to. I’ve come so far in this Opera House in such a short period of time. We’ve become great friends, and she keeps insisting that I can t
Living Hell--Chapter 1 (Nico Fanfic)Nico’s sleep was restless as he lay on his bed, hands behind his head as he gazed up at the ceiling with a furrowed brow. Seeing Percy at Camp Jupiter had left him dumbfounded. It had been obvious right from the beginning that Percy didn’t remember him. But why...Nico couldn’t quite be sure. He could remember anything, who he was, who his friends were...even who Annabeth was. He chewed on the inside of his lip and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of his bed and rubbed his face. Unlike at Camp Half Blood, they didn’t stay in buildings according to groups, but their factions. Their Legions. Nico however, wasn’t a part of any legion, and so the campers at Camp Jupiter had allowed him to sleep in the Temple of Pluto. That was all right with Nico. It was far less cramped, and he had some time to be by himself to think.
He had a feeling was being watched. Raising his head, he met the
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