trees growing on a wall


Penda proposes Toronto Tree Tower built from cross-laminated timber modules

Plants and trees sprout from the modular units that make up this timber-framed high-rise, proposed by architecture firm Penda for Toronto. Penda, which has offices in China and Austria, collaborated with Canadian company Tmber for the Toronto Tree Tower project. They propose an 18-storey residential block that would stand 62 metres tall, with a modular structure made from cross-laminated timber (CLT).

Wood would also clad the building’s staggered walls, and trees would grow from the homes’ generous balconies. “Our cities are a assembly of steel, concrete and glass,” said Penda partner Chris Precht. “If you walk through the city and suddenly see a tower made of wood and plants, it will create an interesting contrast. The warm, natural appearance of wood and the plants growing on its facade bring the building to life and that could be a model for environmental friendly developments and sustainable extensions of our urban landscape,” he added.

Tokyo Ghoul: re [quest] #002  [union]

NOTICE: This translation does not base on original version of the novel (which is Japanese), but on the official Mandarin/Traditional Chinese version. Some contents or meaning may be misinterpreted due to multiple translations between different languages and my personal misunderstandings or inability. Also, since English isn’t my mother language, some grammar mistakes may be unavoidable. Please, do point out any parts you find strange or mistaken.

DISCLAIMER: This translation is for the purpose of my personal language practicing only. I do not own or originally created any contents in this novel. Tokyo Ghoul :re[quest] (東京喰種-トーキョーグール-:re[quest]) is written by Towada Shin (十和田シン), which based on Tokyo Ghoul(東京喰種トーキョーグール) series, the creation of Ishida Sui (石田スイ). Thus, all the rights of this work reserved to Ishida Sui, Towada Shin and the publisher, Shueisha Inc. (株式会社集英社). All the Mandarin/Traditional Chinese version’s rights reserved to its publisher Sharp Point Publishing (尖端出版) and the translator Lai Si-Yu (賴思宇). Please do not rehost without citation or reuse this translation, especially not in the any forms of profitable usages. If you’re interested, buy official copy when it’s available in your region.


Hiding under other people’s wings forever, then you’ll end up achieve nothing, and lose everything

So she raised up her courage, stepped into the shade of the Tree where could never be shined by sunlight, for she hoped she herself would have enough strength to help others.

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Avoid framing your activism as destruction. There is already plenty of destruction. Someone else will always already be doing more than enough of it.

Try nurturing. Healing. Caring. Listening. Giving. Feeding. Loving. These are not defanged platitudes but ways of transforming the world for the better, if you commit to acting within them. They are far less easy than they seem, and often there is so little you will be able to do, but it is not nothing.

And often you can build yourself up along with the world. Destruction is breaking yourself again and again in hopes that what you’re throwing yourself against will crack, or manipulating others into doing the same (and possibly standing back and letting them take all the damage without doing anything to offset the situation, in which case go to hell). And then who heals the broken? No one, usually, because that is considered feminine and therefore unworthy, because sexism runs deep in the core of our language, below the level at which most of us think. Heal yourself, heal others; heal the world. There are enough people breaking themselves against the walls of the oppressors, there will always be more than enough; and growing tree roots can bring down a wall as easily as a battering ram.

Know this: if the only thought and only respected way is fighting, as soon as you break down a wall, you will believe it is necessary to build it up again. You will build barriers of pain and fear because that is considered more noble than healing or accepting, because building weapons and repairing the infrastructure of war is the only kind of creation and healing that is respected or considered acceptable. It is much more difficult, conceptually, to stop fighting and plant crops and feed refugees, or to try not to escalate situations, but generally a better idea. It is easy to fight. It is easy to want to fight. It is much harder, in a society already full of constant violence, to realize that there should be more, and commit to doing anything to that end. But it needs to be done. You can’t exist just to fight.


Culross West Kirk.

Sign posted from the Lockit Well in Culross and surrounded by agricultural land, this was the former parish church of Culross, one of those hidden gems, if you don’t go and look for it, you wouldn’t know it was there.  

A wee bit internet digging and I found out records show that it was “in a ruinous condition.”, before 1633. The church is roofless and a large tree grows inside of the building and ivy on  some of  the walls.   The net also says there are at least three graves from the 16th century, we didn’t see them, but there are 17th century headstones, I will sort out and post later.  

There are some really interesting graves, some in remarkably good condition, for being in the middle of farmland it is quite sheltered from the elements, which is probably why a lot are pretty intact. 

There were two German lassies visiting and we chatted to them, Outlander fans, doing a tour of locations, I have since found it  was ‘The Black Kirk’ and Where Claire saved a wee boy. 

A legend that mentions the old Kirk tells that a Ley tunnel is believed to exist beneath Culross Abbeys and said to sit in the tunnel is a man in a golden chair waiting to give valuable treasures to anyone who succeeds in finding him. 

According to one story, many years ago a blind piper found the tunnel  upon with his dog he proceeded to search and could be heard playing his pipes as far as the West Kirk.Eventually the dog emerged into the daylight, however the piper was never seen, or heard of again. 

Short stories, Nightmares

Well, I had a lot of fun writing this fic about Logic experiencing a nightmare, and Roman helping him with it, so I decided to explore Roman helping Anxiety, Patton, and himself with nightmares. @sanders-snippets had an idea of Roman helping Anxiety during nightmares on this thread and that’s what prompted me to write this. @corystssides also wrote a fabulous fic based off of that same thread and you should go and read it.

People not in my tag list that were in that thread or seemed interested were @queerweare @andy-the-anon @skylions-den @princeyandanxiety @protect-sandersides my tag list is: @yep-another-fander @prinxiety-logality-sanders-sides @ts-sideblog @cherrybonesrh13 @sanderssideblog @shit-happens-bitchachos @toxicsanders @tssanderssidestrash @livenarrator If you wanna be notified when I post this type of thing, tell me and I’ll add you to my list of people to tag.

Warnings? Well, they’re nightmares. They’re meant to be distressing. There’s abandonment themes and extremely painful but non fatal physical injury, a blood mention, and falling. Also, stressful situation having to do with a car.

Abstract: If you don’t remember your nightmares, its probably because either its not a problem you can deal with consciously or your dream self successfully took care of it. In this setup, Anxiety is the source of all nightmares whether he wants to be or not, and Roman is the one that helps the subconscious overcome the problems.

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“Inherent qualities of landscape features and phenomena account for similar meanings across time and place: flowing rivers and growing trees, wet water and solid earth, round circles and angular squares, solid walls and open gates. Humans interpret landscape signs and elaborate upon them, reading meanings in to tell stories. The closer invented meanings are to significant, inherent qualities the more they draw from embodied knowledge rather than disembodied, abstract ideas, and the more likely those meanings are to be shared broadly; the further removed the less likely that meanings will be shared. Meanings and associations experienced directly are universal among human cultures or nearly so: water and purity, path and journey. Meaning not experienced bodily, as a sensation, even when strongly suggested by inherent qualities are not universal; not all cultures regard rivers as signifying time, air and light as intangible spirit, a circle as a cycle. Invented meanings remote from experience depend entirely on the mind’s imagining: a circle as heaven, a square as earth.”

Anne Whiston Spirn, from “Survival and Imagination: Reading and Telling the Meanings of Landscape,” The Language of Landscape (Yale University Press, 1998)

Up against one wall, lilac trees were growing. That is, at some point in the past a lilac had been planted there, and had given rise, as lilac will, to hundreds of whippy suckers, so that what had once been one stem was now a thicket. Every branch was covered in pale mauve blooms.
The graves were still just visible in the tangled vegetation. In front of them stood Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler, Ankh-Morpork’s least successful businessman, with a sprig of lilac in his hat.
He caught sight of the watchmen and nodded to them. They nodded back. All three stood looking down at the seven graves.

– an informal gathering | Terry Pratchett, Night Watch

it starts with an earthquake, pt 3

The world ends on a Thursday, comes crashing down in smoke and fire and ruin. And then it keeps going, and Vox Machina figures out how to make do in the aftermath. [ a post-apocalyptic au for cr ladies week ]

day three: keyleth [previously: pike, vex]


Dad always said they were going to ruin the world one of these days, but Keyleth’s pretty sure this isn’t what he meant. More pollution and corporate greed, fewer unholy creatures of nightmare and shadow.

(The earthquakes and floods were probably about what he was imagining, at least. There’s a sick sense of vindication about that, that the hippies and environmentalists were right, sort of.)

Sometimes Keyleth wonders how Ashari Inc. fared, if everyone survived. If anyone survived.

On the good days, she’s sure they must have.

There aren’t too many good days, after the end of the world.

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The Monster of a Soulless Man

On quiet nights, when the wind didn’t dare blow and the world wouldn’t even attempt to make a sound, Alexander would venture out into the forest.

Dim candlelight was the only thing to light his path, and the grass crunching beneath his feet did little to ease his worries- worries of what lay beyond the line of tall trees. Nightmares spilling over into the early morning hours of inky blackness in the night sky surrounding him in a thick fog until he could no longer breathe the air that had once rushed through his lungs all too quickly. Fears that shot through his spine with chills like falling icicles stabbing into the ground below as they descended from frozen tree branches during winter storms.

And although he was afraid, each night when the moon was nothing more than a void in the sky, and stars were simply an idle memory, Alexander would don his heavy fur cloak and travel to the edge of the woods. The sky protected him. As long as there was darkness, he would have his candlelight, and no breeze was strong enough to steal away the flame that glowed so brilliantly in its glass casing.

Nights like these were his favorite.

Nights where freshly fallen snow laid across the ground like powdered sugar, although not nearly as sweet. Each footstep of his would leave small imprints where he had stood, but Alexander found that he could not bring himself to care about that particular consequence of his actions. Danger was always a present possibility, but when his footsteps led a trail to him? It was more than a silent threat from the world around him. It was the twitch in a ballerina’s ankle as she neared the end of a set of pirouettes, informing the viewer that it was not much more time until she collapsed to the ground in a mess of broken sobs and shattered hopes.

Secrets, Alexander knew, were like smiles. There are far too many in this world, one person may tell you, but if you simply turned around and asked the individual that may have been eavesdropping on your conversation, they will be quick to inform you that there are not nearly enough. When someone smiles at you out in the open, it is there for all to see. The brightness of newly grasped freedom bursting forth from the glimmering seams of one’s soul. On the contrary, a small smile, hidden only for low lights in low night where the lack of moonlight casts a lace cloak of darkness upon oneself? Those are the secrets which one must never speak of.

He supposed that it was fitting, then, that the monster always smiled.

As he approached his destination, he eyes his candle warily, well aware that at any moment it would go out as if doused in water. The small bubbles of laughter no longer bothered him, not when he had made this journey so many times before. Instead, it was almost a welcoming giggle, the sort that one would make when presented with a fond childhood memory. Not at all like the cruel cackling it had always used to be.

Shrugging off the eerie chill of an hour not too far past midnight, Alexander pushed aside the hanging wall of ivy growing off a tree branch. As the curtain of deep green blended away into the welcoming darkness that he had already grown accustomed to, Alexander could not bring himself to smile at the secret that had weighed down on his heart for so long.

But the monster smiled at him, as always. It crawled toward him on those too-thin limbs that seemed hastily sewn on by an amateur, peering up at his with wide, sunken in eyes that had used to glow so fiercely. They had been fire- burning through everything in its way, scorching it and reducing it to nothing more than ash and broken minds. Now, they were as cold as the ice that had formed in the corners of the small nook set aside for the creature.

“Hello, Thomas,” Alexander greeted coldly, not daring to show a hint of emotion on his face, lest his inner feelings betray him. Feelings he had kept so well buried for so long, that it would be a waste to let them break free now, of all times. “How have you been?”

“As dead as it gets,” The creature that only vaguely resembled the an it had used to be replied. “And you?”

“I presume you’ve been smart enough to not let anyone see you?” Alexander inquired, avoiding the other individual’s words entirely. “And although I loathe to admit it, you possess an intellect far too large to be risking visits back to town, as you have been.”

“Possess… Now where have I heard that word before?” The creature teasingly mused, sticking out its lower lip in a crude imitation of thought, before standing up to its full height and staring down at Alexander with cruel eyes that glimmered in the light that seemed to always fill the area. “Oh yes! It was that night, only a few years ago, when you decided to toy with powers far beyond your comprehension.”

“You shut your mouth!” Alexander shouted, narrowing his eyes and scowling at the monster before him. “I knew what I was doing!”

“Trying to do,” It corrected, patting Alexander on the head condescendingly. “You knew what you were trying to do. All in the name of that silly little love that you humans insist is worth feeling. Tell me, was it worth it? Having him back, if all you get is rather… Less than you desired?”

“I don’t have time for this,” Alexander muttered to himself, casting his gaze aside. “Will you do what I ask tonight?”

“Why must you always ask for the same thing?” It inquired, grabbing hold of Alexander’s chin and forcing the man to look it in the eyes. “When you summoned me, you knew I wouldn’t be him, you knew I’d only inhabit the nearest soulless body, which happened to be his. I’m a demon, Alexander. Ask for anything, and all it takes is a tiny bit of soul.”

“I want Thomas back,” Alexander spoke softly, voice weak and fragile from the heartache of having this conversation countless times. “That’s all I want. I want my Thomas back, I want his soul in his body and I want to love him and be with him.”

“Oh, but my darling Alexander, you haven’t anything to pay with!” The monster taunted, shocking Alexander- this was the first time that he had been told anything other than refusal when he expressed his need for Thomas.

“I-I’ll give you anything,” Alexander stuttered, staring up at it with wide eyes, full of hope and free of any sort of doubt he’d previously harbored. “Money, my worship and devotion- you name it, it’s yours.”

“Alexander, us demons only give things to you humans in return for souls. And you? You gave yours away in order to summon me. But you didn’t want me- you wanted him. For someone so interested in writing the fine print, you really should have read some of it.”

The signs + enchanted circus tents
  • Aries: you find yourself drawn to a tent as black as ink. Pulling back the curtain you find yourself in a room that time forgot. Glowing trees seem to grow out of the walls and twine around each other, making a canopy a hundred feet high. Ghosts whirl through the room in an endless waltz and sometimes vanish right into your body. You've forgotten who you are, but maybe that could be a good thing for a while.
  • Taurus: you aren't really sure how you came to your tent. It almost looks like an opaque shower glass; no clarity is getting in or out. When you walk inside, it's so cold you can feel the tips of your hair freezing. Everything is made of snow and ice. Ice roses bloom and breathe all the around you, opening up their transparent petals before they drop off and shatter on the ground. Soon you will join them. The thought doesn't scare you.
  • Gemini: the tent you are drawn to is the deepest shade of purple you've ever seen. A strange, perfumed pink mist seems to be coming from the entrance and when you step inside it you begin to feel as if you've stepped inside a different body. Your hair floats behind you like waves of ink in water and you feel a lightness in your mind that you've never felt before. It appears that you've entered a cave of priceless gems and they're jutting out of the walls at every angle. Light bounces off the gems and reflects on your face. You feel ethereal.
  • Cancer: you enter a plain green tent, unsure as to why you feel so drawn to it. Once you're inside, you are greeted by a warm forest in summer. But something feels different. The air is sweeter and the fruits on the trees are the size of your head. Fairies whip through you hair and kiss your eyelashes. You are not wearing the same clothes you were wearing before but you don't really care. Mythical creatures pop out from all around you and tell you that they have missed you.
  • Leo: your tent is the colour of molten lava and a powerful wave of heat hits you when you step inside. For a moment it is so bright and hot that you feel as if your insides are on fire. As quick as it came, the heat is gone. And you are left floating in space, surrounded by nebulas that change colour when you touch them. You feel huge and tiny at the same time and decide you like the feeling. You have become a burning star and when you leave, nebulas and solar systems will be created in your absence.
  • Virgo: you are drawn to your tent by the strange gurgling sound it makes. Everything goes black when you enter it and your mind seems to disappear for a while. When you wake, you have gills and a tail, and your scales change colour randomly. A city is in the distance, like a glowing underwater sun. You swim towards it and watch as a thousand lights appear. You see colours you didn't even know existed. You forget the life that you had before.
  • Libra: your tent is an odd colour; brown like the bark of a tree, and covered in rings and highlights. You step inside and look up, seeing that the top of the tent seems to be thousands of miles away. You are in a wooden city, surrounded tiny people wearing acorn hats and leaves for clothes. Warm lights are overhead and you realize they aren't lights at all. They're fireflies. You are the size of an ant, living in the tree of life. There are cities all around you. You keep moving, feeling the never ending need to explore.
  • Scorpio: you are drawn to a pitch black tent covered in silver stars. You are sucked into darkness when you step inside and at first, you are scared. Slowly, shimmering lights begin to appear out of thin air. Glitter pours out of the lights and begins to form trees and giant leaves. A moon turns on in the distance and someone brushes up against your arm leaving long, glowing hairs behind them. As you push through the now dense leaves, they light up. You see a house in the distance with smoke coming from the chimney. You head towards it.
  • Sagittarius: you are drawn to a big golden tent that no one else seems to see. Once inside, you find that you are seated in a plush red velvet chair in a giant theatre. Looking around, you notice a crowd of excited faces all pointing at the swaying, shimmering curtains in front of you. A man appears and begins to perform feats of magic. He calls you to the front and asks you to close your eyes and think of a magical place. When you open them, you are exactly where you imagined. Adventure awaits you. A voice tells you that you can stay here forever. You hope it's right.
  • Capricorn: your feet pull you toward a shimmering peach coloured tent. As you enter, strange music begins to fill your ears. Plants grow towards you and spray you with sweet perfume. A large scrap of silver silk floats in front of you. Thousands of bottles of shining liquids rest on top of it. You pick up a bottle and uncork it, smelling deadly nightshade and and honey. You drink it and feel the environment melt away and transform into an entirely new one. This time the floating silk is covered in cakes. You stay here for days, endlessly transforming yourself and the world around you.
  • Aquarius: you are pulled into a dark blue tent embroidered with pictures of the moon. As you stumble inside you look for the person who pulled up in but see no one. Instead, you look around and see only a small silvery pool of liquid. As you approach it, it changes and reflects a planet covered in lush purple forests and impossibly beautiful people. You are mesmerized and lean closer to the water only to feel the same hand that dragged you into the tent push you into the shimmering pool. Time stops. You breath in a heavy liquid but don't drown. When you come out on the other side you see that the purple forests and beautiful people are waiting for you. You are finally at home.
  • Pisces: your tent is the colour of the sky when it rains. You cautiously step inside, aware that you are the only one who seems to want to enter the tent. You are underground, in a tunnel system. Glowing blue mushrooms light the way and lead you to an opening. You step out into a fluorescent swamp. Plants curl up your body and nixies and mermaids come out of their pools to say hello. They ask what took you so long and offer you two necklaces. The first will turn you into a plant being, the second will turn you into a water elemental. You can only pick one.
Is There Somewhere (part 3)

Summary: You were 8 years old when a man with a metal arm killed your parents, and let scientists experiment on you. In 2005 you escaped their control and you’ve been running since, always looking over your shoulder for the man with the metal arm. Then one day he and the Avengers show up at your door, asking you to join the team.

Bucky X Reader

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Prologue Part 1 Part 2

A routine has been created between you and The Avengers, they stayed out of your way and you refused to speak to any of them. You spent most of your days in your room, talking to animals and forming roots and branches around the cocoon you formed in your private space. You haven’t seen The Winter Soldier since you tried to kill him and whenever you see one of the other team members, they looked at you in annoyance and quickly left the room.

You were sitting on your bed, looking out the window, when the beeper on your tracking bracelet displays the words, ‘common room, now’. With a frustrated groan, you reluctantly get out of your bed, still wearing your pajamas, and head for the common room. The rest of the team were buzzing around; some were cooking in the kitchen and others were playing a board game in the corner. They all stop what they were doing to look at you, silence fills the room and Tony Stark clears his throat.

“Y/N, I’m glad you’re here. We’re having a family dinner, Wanda and Sam made chicken parmesan with sweet potatoes. Care to join us?” Tony steps forward and extends his hand to you. You walk past him and pour yourself a glass of water.

 “I’m vegetarian.” You nonchalantly say as you walk past him again and head towards your bedroom. 

“We made sweet potatoes, you can eat those.” Wanda holds up a large bowl of sweet potatoes and shyly smiles at you. You look at her and walk away, locking yourself in your room and not coming out until the team calls for you again. 

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the signs and visions of summer
  • aries: sunburns, sea breezes, watermelon, sand in your sandals, fire pits, hair falling over your shoulders
  • taurus: planes, clouds, unknown languages, eye contact, sunglasses, your favorite sneakers, getting lost but feeling safe
  • gemini: suburbs, neon lights, bicycles, community pools, a hole in your t shirt, empty movie theaters, falling asleep on a friends couch
  • cancer: fruit from the farmers markets, sitting in the bed of an old truck, the city on a friday night, diners, the perfect photograph, bare feet in tall grass
  • leo: chalk on the sidewalk, smoothies, concerts, rooftops, fireworks, the neighborhood kids' lemonade stand,
  • virgo: thrift stores, night drives, record players, lake houses, open windows, watching the sunset, sleeping in
  • libra: post cards, good books, driving with the windows down, grilling out, popsicles melting, staying up too late
  • scorpio: tan lines, holding hands, warm thunderstorms, midday hikes, swimming to the bottom of the pool, shortcuts through alleyways
  • saggitarius: zip lining, walking the dog, chipped nail polish, walking only with one ear bud in, people watching, day dreaming, pool chairs
  • capricorn: late night phone calls, sleeping over at a friends', curtains that sway in the breeze, sun dresses, photos taped to the wall, half empty water bottles
  • aquarius: birds chirping, open blinds, fireworks, burnt marshmallows, diving boards, kisses on the cheek, beach towels
  • pisces: the sound of waves crashing, picnics, tree climbing, late night junk food runs, short skirts, vines growing up the walls
Assassin’s Creed: Bonds #17

So, I got a couple reviews about this story on that kinda got me in a tangle. My response is on the chapter post there and man I could not contain myself.

 I want to thank jessicamcguire3 and hannah-nobody for encouraging me to keep going with how I intended this story to go. (Why won’t tumblr let me tag certain people?)

I also played back through AC II because Natsu is not Ezio but he’s gonna have some of his moves. One final fluff chapter before the real games begin.

Chapter Seventeen: Calm before the Storm

The sounds of celebration and merriment could be heard from outside the library window.

Lucy sighed, glancing up from one of her many leather bound books, slipping off her red reading glasses. Laughter and sounds of little confetti poppers echoed through the sunny spring air, taunting her with things she could not hope to experience.

Her research on the Pieces of the Spirit King was moving along…at a snails pace but still moving. At least she knew what books did not contain the information she sought.

Shoving her chair back with a loud screech on tile, the blonde heiress strode over to the window, peering out towards the Sakura tree that barely peeked over the coned rooftops of nearby houses.

She could hear the bands playing from the distance.

Slumping so she rested her head on the sill, she stared out longingly, wishing she had wings and could fly over the festival. Just one day out there.

The house was empty, all the maids free to celebrate the day as they saw fit since the master of the home was away. Lucy, having put up a good ruse of being ill to fool her father, did not outsmart her maids. They knew her ploy to escape the yearly trip but still had meals prepared while they would be absent.

Brown eyes drifted down to the garden below, taking in the bees dancing over the lilacs and tulips. Spring was bleeding into Summer soon, and with it will come greater dangers. Everyone was suffering from the war in the East, and it was only a matter of time before it marched straight into Magnolia.

A flash of pink caught her gaze. With a squint, Lucy blinked and giggled, quickly turning and dashing from the library after closing all her books and hiding her notes. The pink roses would not be in bloom for another month, after all.

The empty house was the only thing to bid her farewell, for the maids had the day off for the festival and family time. No one would see her go because the guards were forbidden entrance unless hearing a commotion. The Heartfilia manor was rather silent when empty.

Trotting once she reached the garden, Lucy smiled as she neared that familiar hedge, uttering a “Psst” as she paused before the branches.

From the depths, leaves shifted and her ‘Psst’ was answered by a male echo.

Giggling, Lucy carefully stuck her head within the leaves, smiling brighter when coming face to face with a pink haired man. He was in casual commoner’s attire, a black waist length cloak draped to cover his right shoulder and arm. His scarf was still in place, looking nice with his black vest cloak and hood.

“Natsu? What brings you here?” She asked without thinking because really, why would he be here on the greatest day of celebration in Magnolia.

At his devilish grin and wicked stare, Lucy blushed even brighter when he reached out and grasped her right hand gently, bare and rough skin brushing hers.

Memories of him, his heat and proximity that night, flooded through her senses. That night under the stars when he told her she fought her own way and his eyes shone with pride, had been one that stuck with her. When he nearly kissed her…his callous thumb brushing over her skin.

“Kidnapping a princess.” he answered with a growl, gently tugging her into the hedge and out the other side. Giving her a second to compose herself and free her golden hair of leaves, together they ran down the street: hand in hand with laughter bubbling out of their chests.

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