i am emori. and this is the body I was born in.

              but my home was never on the ground.

       “ Don’t feel like this is something we should get used to, you know. “ commented the brunette finally, her arms resting to her knees as she looked over the place they were at. “ I mean, I thought about it. Once or twice. How the world would be if a thing such like this would’ve happened... But I never really thought it WOULD, you know? They were just THOUGHTS. Just imagination. “ until it no longer had been imagination. Until they were forced to realize the gravity of the situation.

       She had John at her side, atleast. And they had each other’s back. Though it still broke her heart how she had found him, crying his eyes out over the dead body of his mother. She didn’t have that... Grown up in a foster home that hadn’t quite wanted her. But had tolerated her for the time being. Safe to say, she didn’t shed a tear when it came to them...

          “ I always won in these kind of games, you know. John used to sulk at me, like a little boy. “ she teased, shooting the other a smile. Real life was DIFFERENT, though. You didn’t FEEL the blood. You didn’t FEEL when something entered flesh. Didn’t SMELL the stench.

       HER  TOUCH IS  ENOUGH  OF A  COMFORT.  Is  it,  though?  Emori  was  by far  the  most important  person,  he’d ever  met.  She was  extraordinary,  impressive, beautiful,  special.  She was  the  silver lining  in  the darkest  of  storms. Yet,  the  clouds kept  thickening,  spreading, hiding  her  presence, covering  it,  disappearing it.  There  was nothing  but  storm  now. She  was  right, though:  the  more active  they  were,  the greatest  the  peace. They  were  cockroaches, meant  to survive  at all  costs.  And  they  were alone:  alone  in the  middle  of  chaos.  “ It’s always  like  that. “ Their  lives  were  CHAOS.  The moment  THIS  problem was  sorted  out, another  would  crop up.  Peace  would never  last.  War, though…  His  hand reached  for  her own,  fingers  crossing with  Emori’s.  “ It’s not  the  crown that  made  you important,  just  saying. “ They  WERE  important now.  They  were NOT  expendable.  How could  they  not like  it?  How  could she  not  rejoice?  “ Anyway. Your  fans  are waiting.  And I need my  usual  breakfast.“ 

[ sms - queemori ] not to mention the free honey

[ sms - queemori ] well, I will  have  to sacrifice the comfort of my bed then and share it with you 

[ sms - queemori ]  what a caring boyfriend you’ve got

[ sms - king of cute ] a lot of free honey, do share with me, who knows what delicious spectacles can be made when you add in honey!

[ sms - king of cute ] it seems you do, indeed

[ sms - queemori ] not to mention the free honey

[ sms - queemori ] well, I will  have  to sacrifice the comfort of my bed then and share it with you 

[ sms - queemori ]  what a caring boyfriend you’ve got

[ sms - king of cute ] a lot of free honey, do share with me, who knows what delicious spectacles can be made when you add in honey!

[ sms - king of cute ] it seems you do, indeed

            Lips pursed, the teenager gave her opponent a harsh glare before she finally turned to her ‘ second ‘, Clarke Griffin. “ Too bad, I think he would’ve looked b e a u t i f u l with warts all over his face, a huge improvement from the m u g I have to look at right now. “ she finally spoke in a hushed voice, body tense and anger clear on her face. So often she was ridiculed for how she was born, scorned and shunned by even her family. To deal with everything on her own. She thought Hogwarts would be d i f f e r e n t.  And in a way, it had been. She was just grateful the Sorting Hat despite whispered notions she could THRIVE in Slytherin had eventually sorted her into Ravenclaw. 

[ sms - Queemori ]  Well, obviously. Can’t let a good chance go up to smoke

[ sms - Queemori ]  If I want company you mean? ;)

[ sms - Queemori ] Because I wouldn’t say no

[ sms - king of cute ] im sure they will welcome you with open... wings?

[ sms - king of cute ] also yes, whether you want company. AND help.

       The  power they  currently  possessed was  more  than just  costly ;  they lived  in  the lap  of  luxury indeed,  they  got everything  they  wished for  -  the  great bed,  the  majestic  clothes, the  adoration  and the  feeling  of importance - .  It  was a  matter  of time  before  things went  awry,  though ; he  knew  it, she  knew  it, yet  they  chose to  ignore  it.  And  that was  fine.  What wasn’t  fine,  though, was  Emori’s  different behavior.  The  only time  they  spent together  being  bed-time, Raven-time  and  fatal danger.  “ I  mean,  would  you have  the  time to  help  with  that ? “  Maybe  the words  had  come out  slightly  more bitter  than  intended, yet  this  was  a problem  they’d  been  ignoring  a  lot  too.  “ You  could  take a  day  off, you  know …  None will  say  anything. “ A  casual  shrug   was  given  -   a   negligible   one -. “  Except   if  you don’t want   to,  of  course.  ”   Which   wouldn’t  be   surprising.