Romans & histoires Emori

He’d forget where he put his pouch of petals. He’d forget the name of the tree where he first heard Mina’s story. He’d forget the sound of his mother’s laugh when she told him about Suri. “Is this normal?” he asked the elder. The elder was 118 now. Her moon looked like marble. The elder touched Em’s gray spot with a trembling hand. “Yes, baby. Memory has weight. The sky carries most of it. But the Rememberer carries the rest. That’s the deal we made 2000 years ago.”

Zach looked down at his phone afterwards and had a soft smile on his face. “Forever, Aria.” He said quietly. “Forever.” I repeated. “Aria! Wake up!” Hands were shaking my shoulders and my eyes slowly opened to see Ethan leaning over the center console. “Sorry, I can’t control when they come,” I told him. “When what comes, is it your memories?” He asked. “Yes, I had another one,” I informed him with a nostalgic smile. That was the sweetest memory I’ve had yet. “Tell me,” he said.

Not hatred. Not anger. Something worse. His gaze felt too old. Too calm. Too knowing. Like someone who understood things no child should understand. “Why are you here alone?” Alika asked gently. Emery simply looked at her. For a long moment. Far too long. Then he said, “I’m trying to remember.” Alika frowned. “Remember what?” Emery lowered his gaze slightly. “I don’t know.” The answer should have sounded harmless. Yet for some reason it made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

Roman’s my left, and Kai is kinda the legs I stand on. If Hails’ my advisor, then Roman is my General. All my armies are his. Malachi is equally important. He is young, but he’s the one who keeps all our shit together. The eternal student handles every penny to the Vlademyre name and monitors every investment made by our clan. Clans and Families are different. Sort of immediate family versus cousins and others with several degrees of separation, if not linked to us by marriage. Any way, despite being the youngest, and possibly the most flamboyant vamp I’ve ever met, Kai keeps our businesses at pretty high gains.

Labeled: MEMORY // UNRESTRICTED // VERSION: HUMAN ---

she whispered, feeling stupid. He turned to face Emory, his golden eyes narrowing in suspicion. “You… you don’t remember?” Kain said, his voice filled with disbelief. “Remember what?” Emory shifted uncomfortably, searching Kain’s eyes for an answer. “What am I supposed to remember?” “The congregation of the... dragons as you know us. Tens years to the date.” Kain walked back to her and her brow knitted in confusion. “I...I met you before?” she stuttered.

I ask as I open my computer. " No, that's all...for today." Naya says and I look up. " For today?" I ask with a confused look "Yeah for today, your schedule tomorrow is really full Emilia and just a heads up, you will be going to Switzerland the day after tomorrow. Orders from sir Aaron." Naya says with a pitiful look.

"Gina told me. She's told me of most of the mercenary groups. Of Greenbush, and Hedgeshadow. Of Pondgrass, and Merriway. All powerful, deceptive, and fierce in battle. Yet, none as powerful as the Night Witch." Talks like this made Karl hard, but thanks to the heat of Lexi's cherry, it provided just enough heat to keep him from aching out in pain, and thanks to her tender ministration, and the rhythmic movement of her body against him. Slow and steady. "I like this beautiful feel of you," Karl said. "I am holding back my pleasure." "And you are driving me mad." ***

But I immediately stop as I see Tamarra, Toni’s wife who is cleaning her porch. “Great.” I mutter under my breath. I love Tomarra, she is like my best friend but right now, it’s not the moment. How can I tell her that I’m going to the Citadel because Eren turned twenty-five today? “Ola tati Tamarra.” Eren begins to wave at her. “Ola little Eren.” Tamarra waves back, a wide smile on her face. “Where are you going?” She asks, tying her red hair into a messy bun.