Sometimes, maybe even often, Rosalie and Emmett lay side by side, pretending to sleep. They can keep this up for hours - immortality affords, by necessity, this sort of patience.
They can still hear the bustling of their family around whatever home they have at the time. Carlisle, in his office, reading the most recent medical journals. Esme talking quietly to Edward as he plays her sonatas. Alice, flicking through fashion magazines to paste into her scrapbook, Jasper practicing a slow pace in that room.
They hear but they don't listen. They're listening to each other. Soft, carefully chosen shifts under the covers to feel human. A twitch of the fingers, tapping the mattress. A slow breath in through the nose, a slow breath back out.
It's peaceful, on a good day. On a bad day, Rosalie can't help but smell him. The faint smell of death all over him, especially concentrated from his mouth. It doesn't bother him. She knows it doesn't. But it bothers her. She did this to him, by bringing him to Carlisle.
She doesn't regret what she did, but she resents herself for it. How can she hate Carlisle for what he did to her when she brought Emmett to the exact same fate? She imagines she can taste bile rising from her throat instead of rot.
Eyes still closed, Rosalie imagines reaching for Emmett. She imagines how his eyes would widen as she pushed her hand down his throat. He wouldn't stop her - it would be uncomfortable, but she couldn't harm him this way. She would reach, reach, and reach, until she got to the pit of her love's stomach. She imagines scraping it clean, scooping all the animal blood, all the stinking liquids that remain in there.
It would only make him thirsty. It wouldn't free him, and it wouldn't free her.
Emmett puts his hand gently on hers, and she realises she'd brought her fingers to his lips. Their eyes open. She feels and sees him smile.
"You're safe, Rose," she says, as if he's caught her in a bad dream. "We're safe."
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If the Volturi truly wanted to hurt Carlisle, they would without a doubt, come after Esme and I think Carlisle and Esme know that too. Obviously they'd target the whole family, but it would be more effective to specifically focus in on Esme. Not necessarily hurting her, but being able to emotionally blackmail Carlisle with violence as a possibility.
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i have this disease called i will open your message and get distracted and forget to reply and then the notification will be gone so i will not have replied for ages and you will think i am ignoring you but. i am not. it’s incurable
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We’re entering 2024 and I’m reading a Carlisle and Esme fanfiction, nothing has changed.
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yk what i hate though. is when i find a meme and im like THIS IS SO [cool intimidating mutual i never talk to] I SHOULD SEND IT TO THEM but then i remember ive never talked to them ever and so i cant just like give them a meme out of the blue and so the meme just withers and rots in my camera roll 😔
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Carlisle: Edward if the Volturi knew about Victoria they would have taken care of it right?
Jane: of course
Jasper, an empath:
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it’s been a long day pass the gay vampires
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esme is the only one with common sense in that family and it shows
The brain fully develops at 25. Edward Cullen died at 17. Makes alot of sense tbh 🙏
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this needs to be studied or something because yes
emotional support heterosexuals
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So obsessed with the version of Twilight I made up in my head and and am constantly disappointed when the actual series isn't that
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kill them with kindness? WRONG! medical malpractice 💉🩸💉🩸💉🩸🩻🫀🩸🫀🩸💉🫀🩸🩻🫀💉🫀💉🫀🩻🩸🩻🫀💉🫀🩸🫀💉🫀🩻💉💉💉💉🩻💉🩻🩸🫀💉🩸🩻💉🩻🩸🫀🩻💉💉💉💉🫀🩻💉🩻🩸🫀🩻💉🫀🩻🫀💉🫀💉🫀🩻🩻🩻🩸🫀💉💉🩻🫀🩸🫀🩻🩻🩻🩻🩸🩻🩻💉🫀🫀🫀
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if carlisle was the soul of our family, then esme was the heart. he gave us a leader who deserved following; she made that following into an act of love.
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