lovedlion

[lovedlion]

𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛      is  a  private，independent，﹠  selective  single-muse  study  blog  for  ℰdward  𝒜nthony  ℳasen  𝒞ullen  ;  originally  of  s.  meyer's  twilight  saga.  a  study  in  adam's  first  bite，the  romeo  and  juliet  effect，life  during  wartime，﹠  the  meaning  of  𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇. 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 ... lovedlamb ∗ halfmortal ∗ halflamb ∗ rosaile ∗ ourgrief. by miffy 「 24. she/her. est. 」

disclaimer.  my  portrayal  of  edward  cullen  is  canon  divergent  by  nature  of  being  anti-stephanie  meyer.*  i  do  not  support  the  imprinting  plotline  and  the weird, forced "romance" between  renesmee  and  jacob.  i  do  not  support  her  descriptions  of  the  quileute  tribe  as  “wild”  and  “uncivilized,”  or  her  characterizations  of  other  pocs  in  a  similar  light.  should  you  have  any  questions  before  we  write,  particularly  about  what  “canon  divergent”  looks  like  in  my  portrayal,  don't  hesitate  to  ask. donate today to the quileute tribe. *i  recognize,  however,  the  dissonance  with  my  main  source  for  edward  being  midnight  sun,  given  the  book  hit  the  shelves  in  2020.  but  i  no  longer  give  meyer  my  money  because  i  know  better.

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FULL NAME. edward anthony masen cullen. NICKNAMES. cullen, mr. edward,  "the hair." GENDER. male. PRONOUNS. he/him. SEXUALITY. heterosexual. AGE. 20 in appearance. 107. BIRTHDAY. june 20th, 1898. ZODIAC SIGN. gemini. SPECIES. vampire. OCCUPATION full-time college student studying at peninsula college, forks. majoring in english literature with emphasis in shakespeare. writing tutor. FACECLAIM. lucas till. HEIGHT. 6'2. PHYSIQUE. slender, lanky but muscular. EYES. green in life, now topaz; onyx when hungry. VISAGE. pale, unblemished. like marble. TRAITS. brooding, stubborn, kind, compassionate, polite, determined, charming, romantic, over analytical, melodramatic, traditional. VAMPIRISM. immortality, superspeed, enhanced senses and strength, telepathy. SKILLS. piano virtuoso, composing, racing cars, writing poetry. LANGUAGES. english, spanish, portuguese, italian. CEREBRAL. depression with suicidal ideation. eidetic memory.

[lovedlion]

HERE IN THE AFTERMATH OF DAWN'S BREAK ... independent & private : original character of the twilight saga based around the concept of "EJ" cullen, and renesmee cullen having a twin brother. renamed and conceptualized by: north.

[lovedlion]

𝜗𝜚 ⠀𝗕𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗕   ﹔   various  sentence  starters   (   platonic/romantic/antagonistic/etc   )  from   TWILIGHT: SHOOTING DRAFT   (   february 11, 2008   )   .  please   , like   or reblog   if   you   plan   on   using   .   don’t   claim   as   your   own   .   content   warning   :   tw   .  part one.

I'd  never  given  much  thought  to  how  I'd  die.

dying  in  the  place  of  someone  I  love  seems  like  a  good  way  to  go.

I  can't  bring  myself  to  regret  the  decision  that  brought  me  here  to  die.

have  a  good  life.

it  won't  work  again,  baby.

your  hair's  longer.

he  hasn't  shut  up  about  it  since  you  told  him  you  were  coming.

yeah  ...  I  think  I  remember.

are  they  always  like  this?

it's  getting  worse  with  old  age.

too  bad.  would've  been  nice  to  know  at  least  one  person.

I'm  kind  of  a  suffer  in  silence  type.

are  you  alright?  I  warned  them  not  to  make  me  play.

it's  only  a  flesh  wound.

that's  why  they  kicked  me  out.

it's  first  grade  all  over  again,  and  you're  the  shiny  new  toy.

they  kinda  keep  to  themselves.

I'm  not  even  sure  that's  legal.

they're  not  actually  related.

he's  totally  gorgeous,  obviously.

but  apparently,  no  one  here  is  good  enough  for  him.

don't  waste  your  time.

I'll  just  endure  it.

are  people  talking  about  them  again?

ice  doesn't  help  the  uncoordinated.

be  careful.

give  it  up  for  the  rain.

I  didn't  have  a  chance  to  introduce  myself  last  week.

you've  been  gone.

enjoying  the  rain?

seriously?  you're  asking  me  about  the  weather?

no.  I  don't  like  the  cold.  or  the  wet.  or  the  gray.  or  parkas.  or  turtle  necks.

I'm  just  trying  to  figure  you  out.

you're  very  hard  to  read.

did  anyone  see  what  happened?

I'm  so  sorry,  I  tried  to  stop.

it  sure  as  hell  is  not  okay.

we  nearly  lost  you.

it  was  amazing  he  got  to  me  so  fast.

as  long  as  you're  safe.

can  I  talk  to  you  for  a  moment?

how  did  you  get  over  to  me  so  quickly?

I  know  what  I  saw.

and  what,  exactly,  was  that.

you  stopped  the  van.  you  pushed  it  away.

no  one  will  believe  that.

I  wasn't  planning  to  tell  anyone.

I  just  want  to  know  the  truth.

can't  you  just  thank  me  and  get  over  it?

you're  not  going  to  let  it  go,  are  you?

I  hope  you  enjoy  disapointment.

why  did  you  even  bother?

look!  you're  moving.  you're  ALIVE!

actually,  I'm  glad  you're  not  dead  cause  -  well,  that  would  suck.

you  want  to  go?  to  prom.  with  me?

how  did  you  know  about  that?

you  didn't  answer  my  question.

you  haven't  answered  any  of  mine.  you  won't  even  say  hello.

it  helps  if  you  actually  watch  where  you  put  your  feet.

I  know  I've  been  rude,  but  it's  for  the  best.

it  would  be  better  if  we  weren't  friends.

too  bad  you  didn't  figure  that  out  earlier.

you  think  I  regret  saving  you?

she  always  did  know  how  to  worry.

should  I  know  what  that  means?

la  push,  baby.  you  in?

I  don't  just  surf  the  internet.

you  stood  up  once.  on  a  foam  board.

I'll  go  if  you  stop  saying  that.

your  mood  swings  are  giving  me  whiplash.

if  you  were  smart,  you'd  avoid  me.

so  let's  say,  for  argument's  sake,  that  I'm  not  smart.  would  you  talk  to  me?  tell  me  the  truth?

I'd  rather  hear  your  theories.

what  if  I'm  not  the  hero?  what  if  I'm  the  bad  guy.

you're  not  bad.  you  can  be  a  jerk,  but  it's  like  this...  mask.  to  keep  people  away.

[lovedlion]

is  it  a  moan  or  a  growl  that  threatens  in  his  throat ?  bella's  heart  like  a  bomb  going  off  in  his  ears  with  every  beat.  the  rivers  of  her  blood  lap  the  shores  of  his  mind,  his  gums.  despite  his  icy  skin,  edward  is  on  fire  with  her  sanguine  song,  far  too  content  to  burn.  his  eyes  close,  his  face  contorted  in  poorly-contained  pain.  her  hands  rest  so  near  his  mouth,  her  pulse  swimming  in  his  periphery.  are  you  ready  to  die ?  his  chest  is  still  with  unbreath  as  he  tests  the  waters  ----  nuzzling  his  cheek  into  her  hellfire  palm  and  god,  oh  god, why  does  it  feel  so  good ?  why  is  this  sin  so  decadent,  so  sweet ?  edward  inches  closer,  hands  falling  to  bracket  bella's  sides,  digging  into  the  bedsheets. he  goes  blindly,  leaning  into  her  face,  slotting  their  noses  side  by  side.

sculpted  lips  hover  over  hers  as  he  swallows  it  down.  her  scent,  her  taste,  her  heat ?  what  is  it ? ❛ ❛  i  will  hurt  you  …  ❜ ❜  he  warns.

𝒜  chill  runs  down  her  spine  as  he  nears  her   -  heart  beating  wildly,  about  to  leap  out  &  tear  its  way  out  of  her  ivory chest.  he  had  been  so  careful  with  her  ... but  she  was  no  delicate  flower.   she  wanted  him  near.  wanted  to  feel  his  icy  skin  upon  hers.  &  when  it  does,  she  melts  into  his  touch.  even  when  he  is  cold,  she  is  still  flushed.  a  feverish  warmth.  they  are  𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗘  &  𝗜𝗖𝗘. 

〝   i  know  what  i'm  saying.  〞she  whispered,  a  tremor  in  her  own  breath.  〝  i  know  what  i  want.  〞she  disobeys  his  order,  for  her  own  hands  slowly,  carefully  travel  up  to  rest  on  his  face,  cradling  it,  bringing  him  closer.  her  very  own  hades. 

[lovedlion]

edward's  thumb  caresses  his  son's  soft  cheekbone,  and  a  private  smile  ----  the  kind  only  shared  between  father  and  son,  graces  his  face.  ❛ ❛  like  jacob,  ❜ ❜  he  confirms,  nodding  once.  ❛ ❛  his  tribe  has  generations  of  wolves—  shapeshifters.  it  runs  in  jacob's  blood.  it  runs  in  the  blood  of  the  tribe.  just  like  i  do  in  you,  ❜ ❜  he  drops  his  hand  down  to  charlie's  chest,  settling  his  palm  over  the  boy's  heart.  ❛ ❛  i  love  you,  ❜ ❜  edward  says  because  he  can,  because  his  overflowing  love  for  his  son  demands  it.

❛ ❛  look  here,  ❜ ❜  he  takes  charlie's  hand  in  his,  guiding  the  point  of  his  finger.  edward  moves  charlie's  hand  over  the  wolf's  outline,  where  the  light  peeks  through  the  foliage  onto  his  fur.  a  warm  taupe,  closer  resembling  sam  uley's  coat.  ❛ ❛  see  how  the  light  touches  his  fur ?  ❜ ❜  edward  asks,  turning  his  face  to  his  son,  nudging  his  nose  affectionately  against  charlie's  temple.  ❛ ❛  nature  is  a  beautiful  thing  to  behold.  ❜ ❜ he  stands  to  full  height,  holding  out  his  hand.  ❛ ❛  let's  keep  walking.  there  is  more  i  want  you  to  see.  ❜ ❜

charlie leans into the hand that cups his face, tucking his cool cheek into edward's palm, and fits together like two pieces of a carefully crafted puzzle. only where he and his father are placed together— like two slats— his mother and twin sister fit between and alongside them too, to form a delicately crafted sculpture of their family.

the new wolf steps then into a stream some distance from the father and son, it's padded paws treading the small water source with a set of little splashes— charlie can smell the moisture collecting on it's fur, hear the disturbance in the creek— these are all senses he's always had, and yet somehow he still finds himself ... overwhelmed.

closing his eyes, he focuses his hearing on the wolf's heart beat instead— closing out the small violence in nature's sound. the steady " thump, thump, thump " of life a grounding notion that he held in his own chest too and perhaps, would never leave him. or maybe, one day, would. only time, and nahuel would be able to tell them.

but those were thoughts and worries for a much older charlie to deal with. for now, as no more than a babe, he opens his eyes again— the deep brown of his mother's original hue staring up at the man he calls father, dad, and daddy.

" like jacob? " leah and seth, too. but those names need not be mentioned, with how tied they are to their pack leader.

[lovedlion]

edward  thinks  he  will  never  tire  of  parenthood,  even  with  its  trials  and  tribulations.  being  a  father  is  something  he  never  thought  possible  in  his  undead  life,  and  now,  he's  the  father  of  two  bright  and  beautiful  children  ----  his  pride  and  his  joy.  he  sits  upright  in  renesmee's  bed,  holding  her  close  as  rain  pours  just  outside  the  four  walls  of  the  children's  bedroom.  lightning  flashes  and  thunder  sounds  off  in  cacophonous  booms.  how  charlie  sleeps  through  it  is  beyond  edward,  now  grateful  he  didn't  need  sleep  at  all.  beyond  the  storm,  his  daughter's  mind  is  haunted  with  all  too  familiar  nightmares.  any  and  all  vampires  live  in  fear  of  those  same  red  hoods,  but  not  all  vampires  have  edward  to  protect  them.  he  thumbs  at  renesmee's  cherub  face,  collecting  her  tears.  ❛ ❛  i  promise,  ❜ ❜  he  murmurs,  gathering  the  blankets  around  them  as  added  protection  from  her  fears.  ❛ ❛  i  will  stay  as  long  as  you  need,  and  then  some,  ness.  ❜ ❜  marble-like  fingers  card  through  her  hair  to  cradle  her  head  to  his  chest.  ❛ ❛  nothing  can  harm  you.  i  won't  allow  it,  ❜ ❜  edward  whispers,  planting  a  kiss  to  the  crown  of  her  head.

@lovedlion, from 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 prompts: “   it's  okay. you're with me.     ”

the  storm  rages  on  beyond  the  walls  of  the twins'  room,  rain  pounding  upon  the  exterior  like  drums  she  cannot  escape.  dhampir'd  screamed  loud  enough  to  wake  the  house,  were  they  so  able,  as  she'd  woken  from  the  dream  -  canines  now  pulling  at  shell-pink  lips with fright,  doe  eyes  wet  with  tears  that  demand  to  be  shed.  charlie's  still  fast asleep,  tiny  hands  once  united  torn  away  so  that  he  might  not  suffer  seeing  those  same  dreams  she's  suffered  through.  but  daddy's  here  now,  daddy  will  protect  her  from  the  red  hoods  in  the  woods,  so  charlie  doesn't  need  to.  she  shifts,  more  rag  doll  than  girl,  as  she  moves  to  his  lap, the night terror and it's horrors refusing to leave her mind - returning each time eyelids close.  ❝ promise  you  won't  leave? ❞

[lovedlion]

tonight,  with  bella,  and  every  night  before  this,  had  proven  to  be  a  mistake.  even  in  his  one  century  of  life,  edward  cannot  curb  his  initial  anger,  wound  so  tight  with  his  appetite.  but  any  feelings  of  rage  dissolve  into  a  deep  sadness  taking  root  in  his  gut.  though,  if  he  is  honest  with  himself,  this  root's  been  growing  for  as  long  as  he  can  remember.  he's  exiting  the  volvo  when  jasper's  voice,  like  the  washington  evening's  wind,  whispers  in  his  ear,  but  the  apologies  in  his  brother's  mind  were  enough  beacon  to  guide  edward  home  with  his  eyes  closed.  it's  hard  to  stay  mad  when  jasper  only  showed  him  the  truth.  bella  wasn't  fit  for  their  world,  and  it  had  been  a  grave  lapse  in  judgment  to  try  and  prove  that  simple  fact  wrong.  ❛ ❛  jasper,  ❜ ❜  he  says  aloud,  and,  he's  shocked  when  his  own  voice  sounds  foreign  to  his  ears.  wavering  and  unsteady,  ready  to  take  the  plunge  into  distraught.  in  equal  measure,  edward  wants  to  run  into  the  arms  of  family  and  run  from  civilization  as  a  whole.

there  was  something  special  edward  shared  with  jasper  that  he  did  not  have  with  his  other  siblings :  a  silent  understanding.  between  their  shared  thoughts  and  emotions  in  an  endless  feedback,  their  conversations  were  capable  of  transcending  words.  ❛ ❛  this  is  on  me,  ❜ ❜  he  says,  standing  at  the  car  door,  pale  fingers  frozen  on  the  handle,  ready  for  the  getaway.  ❛ ❛  i  pushed  this  on  our  family.  i  pushed  this  on  b—  ❜ ❜  he  bows  his  head,  swallows.  ❛ ❛  on  bella.  ❜ ❜  he's  tempted  to  kick  rocks,  petulance  kicking  in  in  true  child-like  fashion.

the crunch of tires on gravel signals edward's return to the house. already, jasper can sense that bella is not with him -- just as he can sense the turmoil roiling within. anger, pain, sorrow, despair, resignation, determination. the approaching onslaught adds to the guilt already knotting in his gut, and above it all is a grief that is somehow utterly bleak and yet sears him to the bone.

jasper grits his teeth and waits in the yard. whatever edward's return may bring, he deserves it. he knows that. when he'd lived with maria, an offense like this certainly would have led to the offending vampire being attacked by the avenging mate. jasper knows that carlisle wouldn't stand for that, but perhaps edward will request that jasper be expelled from the family. jasper would accept that with grace. no one else in the house had lost control. no one else in the house continues to struggle like this. edward deserves his happiness, and bella deserves to be as safe as she can be.

the car door shuts, and jasper forces himself to lift his gaze as edward approaches. he doesn't know what he had meant to say. " edward, " he begins, and then stops. there is nothing worth saying. nothing that he hasn't said a thousand times before, slip after slip. nothing that edward hadn't already heard in his thoughts as he approached the house. i'm sorry, edward.

@lovedlion ♥︎

[lovedlion]

  ———     𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑,      𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗙 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗘 .    ft.    renesmee cullen   &   charlie cullen

[lovedlion]

〡〡   @lovedlamb 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐧. prompt:   ❛ ❛ you can touch me. it's okay. ❜ ❜

it  is  a  stupid  thing  to  say.  okay ?  okay ?   nothing  was  okay  about  his  sinful  hands  daring  to  touch  her  sweet  skin.  sharing  the  same  air  was  damning  enough !  but  edward  still  stands  at  the  foot  of  her  bed,  midnight  eyes  roving  over  her  pajama-clad  body:  spaghetti  strap  tank  top,  plaid  shorts.  beautiful  as  springtime,  persephone  reassuring  the  god  of  the  underworld,  encouraging  him  to  like  he  needs  to  be  worried.  as  if  she  could  ever  be  a  monster.  ❛ ❛  bella  …  ❜ ❜  edward  murmurs  lowly,  predator  warning  prey.  slowly,  he  kneels  at  the  foot  of  the  bed,  mattress  dipping  under  his  weight  as  he  crawls  to  meet  her  in  the  middle.  ❛ ❛  you  …  you  don't  know  what  you  say.  ❜ ❜  but  he's  extending  his  hand  ----  a  hand  like  sculpted  ice  to  cradle  her  supple  pink  cheek.  palm  splayed,  edward's  fingertips  reach  her  hair  now,  tickling  his  skin.  ❛ ❛  d-don't  move.  don't  breathe,  ❜ ❜  he  whispers,  strained.

[lovedlion]

can't  lose  him,  alice  says,  as  if  she  has  a  say  in  this  fate  edward  chooses.  ❛ ❛  i  am  not  following  our  family  to  ithaca,  ❜ ❜  he  announces  stiffly,  bowing  his  head.  he  squeezes  his  eyes  shut,  pained  and  weary.  running  a  hand  down  his  face,  edward  gently  touches  his  sister  at  his  shoulder.  ❛ ❛  you  are  going  to  go  with  them  ( … )  you  are  going  to  let  me  go  to  rio  de  janeiro  to  be  by  myself.  ❜ ❜  even  in  his  insistence  on  solitude,  even  in  his  gnawing  hunger,  edward  manages  a  timid  smile  ----  the  kind  that  only  family  would  notice.  her  didn't  i  tell  you  so ?  echos  weakly  in  his  head.  ❛ ❛  you  did.  alas,  your  brother  is  a  stubborn  man.  ❜ ❜  it's  a  sad  attempt  at  humor,  but  even  the  little  lightheartedness  brings  a  brief  spark  to  his  otherwise  dead  eyes.

each   infinitesimal   moment   ruled   by   silence   fractures   another   piece   from   alice’s   love-brimful   heart,   stilled   in   anticipation   for   something   dreadful.   it   is   by   every   splintering   of   a   second   that   she   watches   incoming   waves   of   night   engulf   her   brother’s   brittle   fate.   SHE’S   LOSING   HIM      —      they   all   are      —      she   knows   it   too   well:   with   each   lasting   instant   of   his   eternity   condemned   by   guilt.   not   even   her   notorious   [ didn’t   i   tell   you   so   ? ]   comes   easily   now,   swallowed   by   a   cut-throat   guilt   of   her   own:   the   one   wailing   that   he   may   have   been   foolish   in   entertaining   the   mortal   world,   but   she   had   dappled   her   instincts   in   ignorance   in   allowing   him   to   do   so,   which   was   a   crime   of   an   even   worse   kind.      ❝   i’m   so   sorry,   ❞      she   quavers   eventually,   gentle   hand   coming   to   rest   on   edward’s   shoulder.      ❝   but   i   can’t   lose   you      —      not   like   this,   ❞      not   because   of   her.      ❝   [   …   ]   not   ever.   ❞      what   stirs   &   seethes   is   hardly   anger,   permeated   from   peripheries   to   its   marrow   by   helplessness.   she   had   seen   it   coming:   a   mere   transient   girl   sweeping   through   the   SANCTUARY   of   their   forever-world   like   a   vicious   tornado.   &   so   could   have   put   a   stop   to   it      —      instead,   she   had   prayed   for   the   best;   a   failure   hunched   in   her   passivity   where   her   brother’s   keeper   should   have   stood   instead.

[lovedlion]

[ 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 ]   did   not   have   the   kind   of   mind   that   could   take   that   quietly.   she   did   not   have   the   kind   of   mind   that   could   be   QUIET   AT   ALL.

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[lovedlion]

edward  found  his  children's  minds  surprisingly  refreshing  in  their  thought  processes,  their  quietness  more  common,  reflective  of  their  mother,  compared  to  the  rest  of  his  family  —  alice  in  particular,  an  onslaught  of  thought  after  thought.  he  takes  charlie's  hand,  small  and  cool  like  porcelain,  offering  a  gentle  and  reassuring  squeeze.

they  walk  through  the  wooded  daytime,  nature  noisy  with  life  and  nearby  streams.  the  tall  trees  rustle  in  the  pacific  breeze.  edward  senses  it,  too,  like  when  one  knows  they're  being  watched. his  mind  picks  up  on  the  watcher's  thoughts  to  find  no  danger  at  all,  but  rather  a  newly  turned  wolf  of  the  quileute  tribe  navigating  the  very  same  wilderness  they  occupy,  just  beyond  the  invisible  line  of  their  respective  territories. ❛ ❛  it's  okay,  charlie,  ❜ ❜  he  murmurs,  ❛ ❛  just  the  wolves  descending.  ❜ ❜  edward  stops  in  his  tracks,  turning  to  his  son.  he  crouches  down,  resting  his  hands  on  either  side  of  charlie's  arms.  his  boy  was  growing  at  an  alarming  rate,  much  like  his  sister.  and,  much  like  his  sister,  charlie  was  destined  for  a  very  long,  and  very  happy  life.  ❛ ❛  they're  our  allies  …  friends.  ❜ ❜  he  reaches  to  cup  his  son's  cheek.

charlie's mind was quiet for a child's, but not in the kind of way that would make him dull or unintelligent. simply put, his mind was not a bombardment of thoughts, one after another (rapid fire) that were aimed at his father's head like a loaded gun. instead he was calm, a steady creek, with water running over stones & silt.

that being said, his thoughts were still prevalent. stuck on one thing as he takes his father's hand into his own smaller one, pushing the thoughts his father could already hear, into his mind as if to amplify their urgency further :

danger.

he tucks closer to the man's side then, standing a couple heads shorter than edward, as he appeared now only as twelve some years old, when in reality was so much younger than that. just like his twin, his sister who his minds eye flashes to in an instant— charlie, the younger of the twins, but ever the protective.

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edward  offers  bella  an  amused  smile,  notably  not  forced,  as  he  finds  her  line  of  questioning  humorous  in  its  harmless  suspicion.  ❛ ❛  peninsula  college,  with  its  population  of  fifteen  hundred  students,  doesn't  get  too  many  transfers,  ❜ ❜  he  says  knowingly,  without  cockiness.  he  mourns  her  warm  doe  eyes  when  she  turns  away,  ( his  only  chance  at  reading  her ).  edward  lowers  his  voice  as  class  starts,  though  he  has  no  intention  of  ending  their  conversation.  ❛ ❛  i  am.  i'm  …  hoping  to  focus  on  shakespearean  literature.  ❜ ❜  he  flips  to  act  two,  scene  one,  where  mercutio  tries  to  draw  romeo  out  by  teasing  him  about  his  previous  love,  rosaline.  though,  the  boy  is  far  too  distracted  by  the  lovely  juliet.  ❛ ❛  thank  you,  ❜ ❜  edward  says,  pursing  his  lips  as  his  eyes  briefly  skim  the  opening  pages.  ❛ ❛  i  was  out  sick,  you  see.  mono,  ❜ ❜  he  murmurs  bashfully.

❛ ❛  all  right,  now.  any  volunteers  to  read  for  our  romeo ?  benvolio ?  mercutio ?  …  mister  cullen,  welcome  back.  why  don't  you  take  romeo's  part,  hm ?  ❜ ❜  professor  langdon  asks,  narrowing  his  eyes  between  edward  and  bella.  he  assigns  benvolio  and  mercutio  to  two  other  uneager  students.  ❛ ❛  whenever  you're  ready,  edward.  ❜ ❜

he  sighs  and  swallows ( ... )  looking  up  from  the  page  to  meet  his  professor.  ❛ ❛ can  i  go  forward  when  my  heart  is  here ?  turn  back,  dull  earth,  and  find  thy  center  out.  ❜ ❜  the  words  roll  off  of  his  tongue  effortlessly  in  his  recitation.  another  student  —  benvolio  —  scrambles  to  say  his  line  romeo !  my  cousin  romeo !  he  reads  from  the  page.  he  is  wise  and,  on  my  life,  hath  stol'n  him  home  to  bed,  their  mercutio  says,  stumbling  over  stol'n.  the  next  words  are  continued  banter  between  benvolio  and  mercutio,  and  it's  like  pulling  teeth.  for  students  in  college,  they  stutter  and  read  unconfidently.

𝒮he  looks  at  him  incredulously,  lips  parted  slightly.  was  she  hearing  this  right  ?  he’s  actually  talking  to  her  ?  ℰ𝖣𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖣  𝖢𝖴𝖫𝖫𝖤𝖭.  the  guy  that  could  hardly  wait  to  leave  class  on  her  first  day.   she  blinks,  dumbfounded  to  put  it  simply,  failing  to  find  the  words  to  say.  “     yeah,  i  am.  um,  how  …  how  did  you  know  my  name  ?    ”  she  asked,  somewhat  coherently.  she  finds  herself  staring  at  him.  his  eyes,  which  she  could  distinctly  remember  were  as  black  as  night,  were  now  as  golden  as  sunrays.  weird.  beautiful.  she  clears  her  throat  and  tears  away  her  gaze,  not  wanting  to  look  like  she  was  gawking  at  him.  even  though,  she  definitely  was.  “     and  you  are  as  well  ?  majoring  in  lit  ?     ”  she  cringes  inwardly.     of  course  he  is,  bella.  or  else  he  wouldn't  have  asked  !

 before  he  could  respond,  professor  langdon  begins  class.  bella  leans  in  slightly,  lowering  her  voice.  “   um,  we’re  now  up  to  act  two,  by  the  way,   ”  she  muttered.  “   you  know  …  since  you  missed  class.   ”   she  reaches  for  her  own  copy  in  her  backpack,  tattered  &  loved,  highly  annotated  from  back  when  she  studied  it  in  highschool.

[lovedlion]

i'd  never  given  much  thought  to  how  i  would  die,  but   𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔  𝑖𝑛  𝑡ℎ𝑒  𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒  𝑜𝑓  𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒  𝑖  𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒   seems  like  a  good  way  to  go.

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[lovedlion]

nineteen claws and a black bird.

dialogue prompts from nineteen claws and a black bird: stories by agustina bazterrica.

human evil knows no limits.

take whatever you like.

did you just call me ____?

old age that's covered up irritates me.

do you mind if i put some music on?

you're consistent, if alarming.

you need to know how to look.

let's go. take me with you. you know where.

i don't need more men in my life.

i want to die with the style and dignity of a cartoon character.

i don't have a loved one.

i was just imagining your chest with a bomb inside it.

i don't know how to live through a real tragedy.

i love you more than my life.

you broke my heart into a thousand pieces.

you need to see a doctor.

i'm telling you this as a friend. you know that, right?

you know what i'm talking about. of course you do.

you'll learn to live with the fear.

you're always saying such strange and unfavorable things.

if i stop, i start thinking about the shadows of things.

you've always wanted me close.

i can't bear the thought of being close.

i just want you to look at me again.

i don't mind being ignored. i prefer the silence.

death is a pastime for you.

each of us is a wolf devouring another in exquisite eternity.

are you going to kill me?

you like it? take it.

all dead people go to the moon.

i think dust is the soul's filth.

sometimes the ghosts sing to me.

why are you so bad now?

you're not always a scary bad word.

what would happen if i drank holy water?

you don't sing to me anymore.

you're messing up my hair.

people will do anything to dissipate the monotony of their lives.

i only write to you so that i don't kill you.

no one will remember you.

it's like i never stop dying.

you have the smile of a porcelain antique.

you again.

i don't want to feel alone in my pain.

is this your little hell? your private torment?

i want to be a circle, round and infinite.

misery hides in vulgarity.

misery is destructive and, as such, ephemeral.

we love one another because we repulse one another.

i want to shrink to the edges of inexistence.

consider this your first glimpse of hell.

the silence is so sharp, it bleeds.

i just wanted to fit in somewhere.

why do i smell roses?

your hair looks better loose.

i need to understand if it's real.

i don't know what they did to me.

we have to make up for lost time.

what animal would you like to be?

you look like you know something.

in the dark, one is truly alone.

can you tell me where the exit is?

why won't you answer?

[lovedlion]

edward  hovers  close  by,  a  silent  sentinel,  still  like  the  forest's  thick  fog.  he  looks  far  less  relaxed  than  jasper,  arms  hanging  stiffly  at  his  sides,  more  statue  than  man.  ‘‘ emmett  thinks  anything  is  solvable  with  physical  exertion, ’’  he  murmurs,  eyeing  that  same  eternal  horizon,  ‘‘ and  rosalie  projects. ’’  alice  remains  alice,  transparent,  open,  resembling  a  familial  embrace.  edward  isn't  shocked  with  what  comes  next  —  the  thought  brewing  in  jasper's  mind  long  before  it  left  his  lips.  he  doesn't  turn  to  meet  his  brother's  gaze,  jasper's  eyes  far  too  arresting.  ‘‘ it  is  a  heavy  weight, ’’  he  says,  and  it  feels  like  lying.  the  weight  borderlines  impossible  most  days,  sisyphus  and  his  forever-climb,  forever  pushing  a  boulder  that  will  always  come  back  down.  ‘‘ it  is  not  for  your  shoulders.  i  simply  won't  allow  it. ’’  it  resembles  the  end  of  a  conversation,  just  as  it's  started,  but  edward  knows  this  to  be  false.  jasper's  thoughts  run  like  galloping  horses,  their  rhythmic  trot  against  the  wrinkles  of  their  respective  minds.  ‘‘ my  …  damnation  …  is  exactly  that.  mine. ’’

he  stood  on  the  edge  of  the  treeline,    hands  tucked  into  the  pockets  of  his  jacket.    eyes  are  turned  towards  the  silvered  horizon,  where  mist  clung  to  the  tops  of  the  trees  like  breath  on  glass.    he  didn't  look  at  edward.    didn't  need  to.    he  could  feel  the  familiar  static  of  him  nearby,  all  low-frequency  piano  keys  and  that  eerie  thunderstorm  stillness,  like  the  air  before  a  strike.  

❝      you  ever  notice,      ❞      he  says  finally,  voice  soft  but  carefully  measured.      ❝      how  peace  and  boredom  start  to  look  alike  if  you  stare  at  'em  long  enough  ?      ❞        a  crow  barked  in  the  distance    &    jasper  tilts  his  head,    as  if  listening  for  something  only  he  could  hear.    maybe  he  was.  

❝      emmett  says  i'm  restless,      ❞      he  added,    a  faint  curve  to  his  mouth.      ❝        rosalie  says  i'm  brooding.    alice,    she  just  smiles  like  she  knows  what  i'll  do  before  i  do  it.      ❞      he  exhales  through  his  nose.      ❝      she's  usually  right.      ❞        another  pause,    not  heavy…      just  full.          ❝      but  you  –  i  can  never  tell  what  you're  thinking.      not  the  real  parts,  anyway.      ❞      now  he  glanced  sideways,    golden  eyes  catching  in  the  fading  bit  of  light.      ❝      you  carry  everything  like  it's  yours  alone.    like  you're  trying  to  spare  the  rest  of  us  the  weight.      ❞  / @lovedlion ( ♡ )

[lovedlion]

soo we are all in agreement edward has a slutty little waist for a man of his stature yes or yes