“No!” said he, “I put it to the touch once, and I lost it all. Let her go, — with her stony heart, and her beauty; — how set and terrible her look is now, for all her loveliness of feature! She is afraid I shall speak what will require some stern repression. Let her go. Beauty and heiress as she may be, she will find it hard to meet with a truer heart than mine. Let her go!” And there was no tone of regret, or emotion of any kind in the voice with which he said good-bye; and the offered hand was taken with a resolute calmness, and dropped as carelessly as if it had been a dead and withered flower.
A wildflower superbloom is underway in the desert Southwest in March
after seven inches of winter rain. Anza-Borrego State Park in
California hasn’t experienced a bloom so prolific since at least 1999
according to park officials.
“This is shaping up to be a great
wildflower year!” the park wrote on its Facebook page late last week.
“…desert lilies are spectacular, and other annuals are coming along
nicely! Make plans now to visit near the middle of the month…”
And thus, E.Aster Bunnymund and Jack Frost exchanged their vows on February 29th, the enchanted day when winter marries spring.
Weddings are awful and wonderful. Magical weddings twice as much.
North and Tooth are happy to provide their special brand of encouragement. Sandy does the honors, because no words are necessary. Bunny and Jack are fools in love and only have eyes for each other. Pitch is hissing in the background at not being invited. :^)
Imagine Agent Florida, while at Blood Gulch constantly bringing up the agents of Project Freelancer really vaguely in conversations with Tucker and Church. In case it triggers any of Church’s memories of being the Alpha, he’s unable to refer to them by name, but he still finds ways to bring them into conversations and anecdotes.
Church and Tucker end up hearing many a story of the Rookie, who filled his locker with pictures of cats and once got his helmet stuck on for three consecutive days. Or of the Infiltrations Specialist, who managed to lock himself out of his own room on a regular basis. Or sometimes about the Sniper, who would frequently use guns in increasingly unconventional ways, and was given a stupidly large amount of anonymous gifts every Fathers Day, despite the fact that he had no children. And also of the Sniper’s Sister, who would start fistfights if people looked at her wrong, and took the concept of birthday bumps far too seriously. Of the Leader, who would direct her teammates into battle with a stoic sense of command and respect, then take down that very same team in the corridors with stolen rounds lockdown paint the following night. And, most commonly, of the charming Englishman, with a spectacular mustache and a tendency for bringing Butch a cup of tea to wake him up every morning.
Both Tucker and Church would often take the stories with a pinch of salt, and it isn’t until talking with Wash about what the members of Project Freelancer were like before things went to shit that Tucker realises who the people in Captain Flowers’ stories actually were