Burns' and smithers' name meaningsThis is showing the meanings of the names of the Burns and Smithers(only the airs) families(oldest to youngest).More Like This
Charles O'Neal Burns - Free man, champion, Stream
Darwin Hayword Smithers - Dear friend, Unspoke, A Smith
Franklin Jefferson Burns - Free man, Son of geoffery, Stream
Alan Graham Smithers - Rock, Abode, A Smith
Wainwright Montgomery Burns - One who makes wagons, Hill of the power man, Stream
Ernest Kenneth Smithers - Serious, Born of fire, A smith
Clifford Walter Burns - River bank ford, Ruler of the army, Stream
John Perceval Smithers - God is gracious, Pierce vally, A smith
Charles Montgomery Burns - Free man, Hill of the power man, Stream
(Sr&Jr) Waylon John Smithers - Land by the road, God is gracious, A smith
Larry Montgomery Burns -
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Deadlock: A state of inaction or neutralization resulting from the opposition of equally powerful, uncompromising persons or factions.
Esmeralda has never before known that the simple motion of drawing air into her lungs can actually hurt. She stares at Frollo, and Frollo stares back at her. Dimly she notes that her hands have come up to his chest (To ward him off? To claw at him?) and her fingers are digging into his velvet tunic. She tightens her fingers further, fisting her hands in the fabric. The expensive garment wrinkles in her white-knuckled grip and, after a beat, an expression of pain blooms on Frollo's thin, drawn face. Esmeralda realizes that she is probably pulling on the dark chest hairs that lie hidden beneath his clothes, but strangely enough her empathic feelings appear to have taken a leave of absence. With tears still threatening to leak from her eyes, she looks at him again.
Let me go.
The words sting her throat and cur
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It is with no small amount of trepidation that Esmeralda allows the servants to dress her for Mass that early Sunday morning. Her hair is twisted up and away from her face, fully exposing her neck and square jaw line. Without the cover of her voluminous hair, Esmeralda feels strangely naked, even though she has never worn more articles of clothing in her entire life.
She draws the line at adding facial paint though. She already feels like a fool, no need to look the part. So she puts her foot down. The servants just nod, bow and politely back out the door. Leaving Esmeralda alone to stare at a complete stranger in the mirror.
Folds of her dress rustling against her bare legs, she makes her way to the front gate. Two soldiers come from behind her and silently accompany her on her long journey. Once, she nearly stumbles due to the uncomfortable weight and bulk of her outfit, but one of the guards just steadies her with minimum fuss and then retracts his ha
Breaking Horses IVNeedless to say, sleep evades Esmeralda for the better part of that night and when it does finally claim her, her dreams are filled with disjointed images and sounds. In her mind's eye she sees a bony hand making its way for her throat, fingers closing around it. But instead of the choking hold she expects and even braces herself for, the hand is surprisingly gentle. She leans her head back, exposing more of her throat, swallowing convulsively against the palm of the hand. Slowly the fingers make their way down her throat, stroking her skin gently. Deeper the questing fingers roam, teasing past her suprasternal notch down into the valley of her breasts, raising goose bumps in their wake.More Like This
Stifling a gasp, Esmeralda shoots up in her bed, her fingers clutching wildly at hands that are not there.
The full moon peeks gently through the open curtains of her four poster bed, casting distorted shadows into her room. She knows that sleep will fully elude her now. Sighing to herself, Esmeralda f
Breaking Horses IIISlowly the days lengthen and outside temperature increases, the promise of things blooming and unfurling a sharp promise in the air. Esmeralda ventures out into the wide hallways again and explores the many chambers of the Palace of Justice further.More Like This
For a building that looks so malicious and foreboding on the outside, Esmeralda is surprised at how alive with people of all walks of life it is on the inside.
Meandering through large light hallways, she often encounters people of the streets she knows in passing, more frequent than not accompanied by the Palace's guard. In one instance she almost runs into the baker, his fat face red with indignation as he turns to the gates. Quickly she sidesteps him, but not before she can hear him muttering under his breath at how unfair this city's justice system is, and he'll show that upstart of a neighboring butcher. He is followed, at a respectful distance by two guards, their shoulders shaking with suppressed mirth. The butcher in question
Breaking Horses IIAfter all that initial excitement, life picks up it pace again and after a full two weeks have passed Esmeralda finds herself frankly bored. Every morning as the copper sounds of the bells of Notre Dame muster her from her slumber, she is visited by two female servants. One of them is an old toothless crone and the other one the same round cheeked girl that brought her supper the first day. They never speak to her and she begins to suspect them mute.More Like This
Another discovery she makes very early on is that she isn't locked in her chambers. The elation of that discovery however soon is replaced by exasperation as she finds herself shadowed everywhere she ventures. Oh, they (she is certain there is more than one person tailing her) make sure they are never seen, but she has no illusions that her every move is being monitored and reported to their master.
After a while she starts testing their resolve and makes for the front gate. The front gates are yawning, maw wide open. Behind them the city
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Whatever it is that La Esmeralda, Queen of Gypsies would expect, this certainly isn't it. Her capitulation to Judge Claude Frollo and subsequent captivity has her at first thinking that she has exchanged one blazing pyre for another. She may be all talk and loud noises sometime, but she knows she is not at all ready to meet her Maker. Thus, life with Claude Frollo is in the end the only real valid option.
She remembers shouting out at him as the flames lick the dry timber at her feet. Never again can she think fire crackles merrily. The edge of her shift is smoldering and her naked feet are already blackening with soot. Her throat closes at the heat.
It's all a jumble of images after that. She remembers someone leaping forward, sudden smoke as the fire is extinguished. Loud hissing reaches her ears. A mad jumble of voices clamoring for attention as she feels the ropes that bind her fall away. Somebody (Frollo? ) wraps his arms around her and she
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He wakes up in the morning with a heart-warming smile as he brushes a strand of hair out of your beautiful sleeping face. Small rays of gentle lights illuminate your beauty to him. He sits up slightly, supporting his head with a hand on his cheek while his elbow holds them upon the bed. His gaze falls slowly from your curvy eye-lashes to your plump lips. He licks his rough lips, wanting to taste the red, wet lips again. Then his gaze drops lower, lingering upon multiple hickeys he has delivered onto your neck in your love-making session last night. He groans, remembering all the cute moans and mewls of his name coming out of your wet lips. Eddie's smile widen as he recalls every possible way you reacted to his small actions last night. Then he closes the distance between you two, his forehead pressed against yours, his black hair runs wildly framing his face. His nose brushes against yours allowing his minty breath to kisses your face with each of his exhales