Smokeandstack Histoires

. . . "𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘"

Jodie is...complicated. Complicated with a deep and, slightly, unhealthy love of the dark and what lies within it. But that doesn't stop her from beaming like the sun and enjoying herself at the Juke Joint. That is until a vampiric Irishman shows up at the front door and now she's wondering how far she can push until he kills her.

ᴵ ᵀᴴᴵᴺᴷ ᴵ ᴳᴼᵀ ᵁˢᴱᴰ ᵀᴼ ᵀᴴᴱ ᵂᴬᵞ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᵀᴴᴵˢ ᴸᴼᵛᴱ ˢᴴᴵᵀ ᴶᵁˢᵀ ᴰᴼᴺ'ᵀ ᵂᴼᴿᴷ ᶠᴼᴿ ᴹᴱ ᴵ ᵀᴴᴵᴺᴷ ᴵ ᴳᴱᵀ ᴸᴼˢᵀ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴱ ᵂᴬᵞ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᴵ ᵀᴴᴵᴺᴷ ᴸᴼᵛᴱ ᴵˢ ˢᵁᴾᴾᴼˢᴱᴰ ᵀᴼ ᴮᴱ ᴵ ᴴᴬᵀᴱ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᴵ ᴷᴺᴼᵂ ᴵ ᶜᴬᴺ'ᵀ ᶜᴴᴬᴺᴳᴱ ᵞᴼᵁ, ᴵ ᴳᵁᴱˢˢ ᴵ ᶜᴬᴺ'ᵀ ᴮᴸᴬᴹᴱ ᵞᴼᵁ ᴵ ᴷᴺᴱᵂ ᵂᴴᴼ ᵞᴼᵁ ᵂᴬˢ ᴮᵁᵀ ᴵ ˢᵀᴵᴸᴸ ᴱᴺᵀᴱᴿᵀᴬᴵᴺᴱᴰ ᵞᴼᵁ ᴵ ᴷᴺᴱᵂ ᴵ ᴷᴺᴱᵂ ᴮᴱᵀᵀᴱᴿ ᴵ ᴷᴺᴱᵂ ᵞᴼᵁ ᵂᴬˢ ᴺᴼ ᴳᴼᴼᴰ ᶠᴼᴿ ᴹᴱ ᴼᴿ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᴹᴼᴹᴱᴺᵀ, ˢᴴᴱ ᵂᴬˢ ᶠᵁᴸᴸᵞ ᴬᵂᴬᴿᴱ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᴴᴱ ᵂᴬˢ ᵀᴿᴼᵁᴮᴸᴱ, ᵞᴱᵀ ᵀᴴᴱ ᵀᴴᴿᴵᴸᴸ ᴼᶠ ᴴᴱᴿ ᴰᴱˢᴵᴿᴱ ᴾᵁᴸᴸᴱᴰ ᴴᴱᴿ ᴵᴺ ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ᴬ ᴹᴼᵀᴴ ᵀᴼ ᴬ ᶠᴸᴬᴹᴱ. ˢᴹᴼᴷᴱ ˣ ᶠᴱᴹᴬᴸᴱ ᴼᶜ ᴬᴺᴺᴵᴱ ˣ ᴹᴬᴸᴱ ᴼᶜ

(REMMICK X FEMALE OC) After her brothers left her behind seven years ago, Esme decided to leave her old life behind as well, only to return six years later. What she didn't know was that not only was her brothers' return imminent, but so was her ex-lover's. Seven years is enough to change a person: one year of pain, one of loneliness, one of torment, one of longing, one of sorrow, one of survival and one of love.