Favorite Memory: Over five centuries worth of life experiences and nothing beats the memory of marrying Zoe for the first time. It was then that I knew I would never be alone again. I could live a thousand lifetimes and it still wouldn’t be enough time with her.
Favorite Decade: The roaring twenties was pretty great. Zoe in those little flapper dresses, parties and dancing every night of the week. I also really enjoyed the 1810’s, I left for a bit to go fight in the war and Zoe was pretty ticked, but the make-up sex was totally worth it when I came home a hero.
Biggest Regret: Not fighting hard enough to get Kayla to stay on the west coast with us. I let her walk away because i was preoccupied with being in love and that is no way to treat family.
Deepest Desire: Making our world a safe enough place to give Zoe what she wants the most, a baby.
Favorite Historical Memory: During the Civil War, I had the chance to talk to President Lincoln about the Emancipation Proclamation he had given. Zoe was fuming because I was off again “playing war games with the boys” and the president offered to write to Zoe and help smooth her over. Priceless.
The Top 3 Things on Your Current Agenda: Getting Zoe and Grace safe. Figuring out where my family is and how I can get them here. Keeping Eli Kane away from Grace
The Biggest Life Lesson I’ve Learned Is… Happy wife, happy life.
It's the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you
It's the wrong time,
For somebody new...
Walk. It had become a command of her's that day, something she was forcing herself to do. Step by step, without falling over. It was Christmas Eve and the anniversary of something she preferred to forget about all together. Christmas was once a holiday she somewhat enjoyed. With very few memories of any kind of family celebration, Aria did remember one Christmas her father had bought her a new dress. Something so simple and something he had bought with no thought, but something that meant so much to her. After his death she forced those around her to shorten her name. For every time she heard 'Arianna', she heard the man's voice. "Without family, you have nothing you foolish girl. Arianna, you watch over your sister. No one else will give a damn but family. Family always will." His drunk ramblings had become her life lessons. Aria's entire childhood was trying to impress her father, someone who was not only cynical and depressed but reminded her constantly that she wasn't the son he wanted. When he had given her the thin clothed dress, she had never felt more grateful in her life.
Stumbling further, Aria caught herself on a brick wall. A small smile moved to her lips, humored by her own ignorance and stupidity. She had once been as naive as everyone else. Once a little girl who believed in fairy tales and make believe. Taking another step forward, her shoe caught on something buried underneath the snow and she felt herself fall forward onto her knees. The bottle of whiskey she had gripped in her hand fell from her grasp and hit the hard ground, shattering as the brown liquid mixed into the snow. It was then she heard him. It was the realest thing that had happened to her in the past few months since she fled Texas. Aria swore to everything, she actually heard him. His caring voice told her to get out of the cold. Closing her eyes, she tried to push him away. Carter's voice continued on, warning her it was too late to be wandering around in the snow. Without a second thought, her hands flew to her head and covered her ears. Squeezing her eyes shut tighter, she felt the desperation. The desperation of yearning for him but being too spineless to face it.
"Aria. Please." It was almost a whisper and it was the final blow to her mental wall. She had never seen him break the way he had when she told him she never loved him. Aria had destroyed men before, sometimes for the hell of it. But when his expression changed, she felt her heart break. A few tears ran down her face that she quickly wiped away. Her father's voice returned. "Tears are for the weak, Arianna." Nodding, she began to force herself up again. It had been 21 weeks since she turned her back on Carter Hensley. 21 weeks of Aria drowning herself in alcohol and destroying anything that got in her path. Two years to the day that he walked into that damned medical tent and her eyes met his blue ones. Aria continued her stumbled walk, finally making it to her destination. A bar. Concentrating on the door, it swung open as she kept her gaze on it. Once she had been careful with her power but lately, she didn't care who felt they saw something unusual. Taking her coat off, she dropped it on the floor and walked straight to the first man she saw. He caught her a bit as her drunk stumbling continued and all she did was smile. He began talking small talk but the alcohol on his breath confirmed he only wanted what she did. As his talk continued, she nodded without listening.
He looked nothing like Carter Hensley but Aria was sure with a little more alcohol, she could make herself see her dark haired, blue eyed soldier again.
