Midnight in Paris
viviennelarue
“You’re very welcome.” Viv said. “The dead should be happy they’re remembered; I would hope he’d be grateful.” she mused as he left. Almost made her want to have a drink, not that it would affect her, but her brother Alexis deserved a memorial drink too.
Val made his way to the cemetery, seeking out his friend’s grave. Once he found it, Val sat against the tombstone. He planned to wait till midnight to dig Emilian up. He had promised his friend a proper burial, but didn’t get the chance to honor it back during the revolution. “Here we are again, Emilian, in Paris…”













