A warming dream. A cold reality.
Standing behind the railings still standing around what once was his childhood home, a long deep sigh of remembrance escapes him, his eyes narrowed giving them an examining appearance, to anyone who walked by.
An Awkward Coffee
“according to poe himself, the bird is meant to act as a symbol of 'mournful and never-ending remembrance.' so a bad memory, basically.
Unyielding
Six strangled the approaching grim remembrance and forced himself to focus on the present. he saw no reason to lie. _“i was born on a world called concord dawn."_ “huh, never heard of it, where is that?" _“far from here…"_ six replied neutrally.
The Elemental Blade: Chapter 13
Cyrils' grin was replaced by a frown in remembrance of his friends' death. he walked up to his friend and placed a paw on his shoulder.
Makai - chapter 1
There was a brief remembrance of something having just been different, an inkling that what i was seeing wasn't what i'd seen, what i'd felt wasn't what i'd felt. i fell and i rose, i sat and i ran, i wept and i sang.
The Search for Sethis: Part 5
Her emotions were that of remembrance. she remembered my face from somewhere. "i know you," she said. "you're kilkaja, right?"
In The Doghouse: Chapter Six
Like clockwork, the daily remembrance of his wife's words came back to haunt him. _"it's over, paul!
No Love For Cats And Dogs
It wasn't more of a remembrance, since he couldn't forget something like that, but more of an notification, reminding him to check the time. picking up his watch that he left on the counter, he looked at the time. 6:22. he had time.
Theo's Way
The title is my nod to proust, as this is how theo deals with remembrances of his past. “tristan, may i talk with you?” “of course, theo. what’s up?”
Collar 16 -- The End of Summer
I cast up thoughts of remembrance as well, to and for the spirit of the wise old angeline who had, with fletcher, taken welcome residence there.
Ander - Epilogue: Subchapter 5
Perhaps a remembrance. perhaps one last desperate cry of grief. perhaps it was all of those things. perhaps it was more. ander thought about what that 'more' could be every time he crossed this bridge.
A Biography of a Human: We All Fall Down
“iskander, my consort,” her ears lifted as her blue eyes lit up in remembrance. “ah, yes! iskander!” she paused for a bit before continuing on.