the cloack

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Standing forty feet away from her, his back to us, is a man, in a cloack and robe. Rey stares, knowing exactly who it is. But she just stares for what seems like forever. Until he finally turns, slowly to her. Pulls back his hood. 

IT IS LUKE SKYWALKER. 

Older now, white hair, bearded. He looks at Rey. A kindness in his eyes, but there’s something tortured, too. He doesn’t  need to ask her who she is, or what she is doing here. His look says it all. In response, Rey pulls something from the pack. LUKE’S LIGHTSABERAnd she holds it out to him. An offer. A plea. The galaxy’s only hope

  • The One Who Died Drunk In Power: Aries, Leo, Gemini, Capricorn
  • The One Who Died For Lost Love: Libra, Pisces, Cancer, Scorpio
  • The One Who Greeted Death Like An Old Friend: Virgo, Aquarius, Sagittarius, Taurus

Sansa drifted to seep as the moon rose, Arya several hours later, curling in the grass under Ned’s cloack. All throught the dark hours he kept his vigil alone. When dawn broke over the city, the dark red blooms of dragon breath surrounded the girls where they lay. “I dreamed of Bran” Sansa had whispered to him. “I saw him smiling”. - Eddard V, AGOT.

This part of Ned charapter is not only so heart warming ( imagine sansa and arya sleeping peacefully while their loving father keeps guard…such a sweet scene). But for me this quote can foreshadow Sansa, Arya and Bran all surviving at the end. When the dawn broke could mean when the war of dawn (with the others) ends, and the dragons are gone ( the dark red blooms of dragon breath) the girls (Arya and Sansa) are still there. And Sansa dreamed of Bran too, smiling. I just hope for my stark children to be happy and alive at the end. 

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2 May 1816 – Wedding of Princess Charlotte of Wales and Prince Leopold of Saxe-Coburg-Saalfeld

In the evening, while Leopold held a dinner for few gentlemen at Clarence House, Charlotte went down to Buckingham House, dined with the Queen and then went upstairs to change into her wedding dress. Outside the escort of Lifeguards assembled, and the band of the Coldstream Gards and a guard of honour from the Grenadier Guards marched down to the courtyard of Carlton House. Inside Carlton House, guests were assembling beneath huge, hot, low-hanging chandeliers in the heavily gilded Crimson Drawing Room, where the ceremony was to be conducted by the Archbishop of Canterbury.

Just before nine o’clock, Charlotte came out of Buckingham House, climbed into an open carriage and drove the short distance down the Mall with the Queen sitting beside her and her aunts Augusta and Elizabeth sitting opposite. “Bless me, what a crowd”, she said. Charlotte’s dress cost over £10,000. It was a white and silver slip, covered with transparent silk net embroidered in silver lamé with shells and flowers. The sleeves were trimmed with Brussels lace, and the train, which was six feet long, was made of the same material as the slip and fastened like a cloack with a diamond clasp. She wore a wreath of diamond leaves and roses, a diamond necklace and diamond earrings, both of which had been given to her by her father, and a diamond bracelet that had been given by Leopold. 

The ceremony was short and dignified - except for Charlotte’s slight giggle when Leopold promised to endow her with all his worldly goods. When it was over, Charlotte and Leopold stayed only long enough for the guests to drink their health. Then they left to change. Church bells pealed. Bonfires were lit. Field guns cracked their salute in St James’s Park, and far down river the cannons at the Tower of London boomed. 

Charlotte & Leopold: the true romance of the Prince Regent’s daughter by James Chambers.

A large thump was heard at the entrance on the Wayne mansion. The bat family glanced at each other before pulling out weapons and following Alfred to the door. The door trembled with another thump.

Weapons raised, the bat family waited for the intruder to bust through the door. It became silent, anticipation swept through them as did their patients. Suddenly a humanoid groan admit from the door along with three shouts. Suddenly, someone rapidly knocked on the door.

Alfred opened the door only to be thrown back as a small group of 4 rushed in wearing cloacks and slamed the door behind them. One of them seriously ingured. They glanced at the family before setting into action. Two of them held the door shut and the last one helped the ingured rest on the wall. Harsh whispers in a different language passed between them as the door began to rattle by an unseen force.

Seeing no threat yet of the group, Daddy-bats (lol) brought down his weapon, signaling the rest to do the same. The injured one looked at them with a pleading look, only shown through his eyes that were the only thing visible. They quickly helped the group of unknown people. Damian and Tim going to help the injured while Bruce, Dick, and Jason held the door shut. Alfred ran to get fist Aid.

A few minutes passed and the door stopped shaking. The group sighed in relief and slumped down. Alfred came back with the Aid but was stopped by one of the members who took it from him. They quickly picked the injured member up and brought him to the living room, surprising the family on how they know their way around the mansion. Placing the injured member on the coffee table, they pulled down their hoods, revealing teen’s underneath. Bruce scowled.

“We mean no harm Mr. Wayne.” A female with red hair spoke. Her eyes held no emotion, neither did her face as she turned to them. Her blue eyes calculating the family in front of her. A hiss drawer their attention away as they saw another female with black hair and lilac eyes dealing with the injured one’s damage. An African American male held down the injured one as she pulled out a needle and thread.

“Who are you people and why are you here.” The group froze slightly before the red head answered. Her eyes shining with tears.

“Well Bruce, or should I say Batman,” The family tensed and trapped their weapons but she held up a hand and continued. “I am Jasmine Fenton, the black haired girl is Samantha Manson, and the African American is Tucker Foely. The injured boy is my brother Daniel Fenton and we need your help.” Just as she finished the boy behind her helped. Samantha had pulled off the clock and was cleaning his wounds, showing off his black hair and icy blue eyes that almost hypnotized the family. But what got them out of their state was his scarred torso that had a big Y cut on him that she was currently cleaning.

“Sorry Danny.” She whispered apologetically. He sighed and patted her head as she stared to stitch him up. He looked over at them and began to talk.

“We are out of resources and ideas. You’re our last hope.” They glanced at each other, surprised by his words.

(Someone continue)

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