edward.

HE FEELS HER desperation as ACUTELY as his own in the way she REACHES REACHES REACHES ;; only her lips think to HUNGER for him, but he feels her WRITHE. it is a reminder to SLOW down – she is INNOCENT and he will not HURT her in his blinding NEED to take from her. but she would LEARN, that is an ASSURANCE, learn to TAKE and to GIVE in return. RELUCTANT parting ;; he eases away CAREFULLY.
the CONTROL he’s kept harnessed is relinquished with her RELEASE, allowing for her OWN exploration as she so CLEARLY desires. for himself, large hands CURL ‘round thin shoulders, SCRAPE down her arms to wrap around SHARP elbows. “ you and i are DOOMED to opposition with the very definition of our INDIVIDUALIZED existence. ” lashes FLUTTER, lids closing as he leans, forehead pressing to her brow, nose brushing hers. “ you are SPRING. all that is LIFE and beginnings. but i am DEATH and all that comes to an END. ”
his touch becomes DESPAIRING ;; grip TIGHTENS on her and eyes are WIDE suddenly, seeking her declared LOYALTY. “ we do not BELONG together, bella, but you COMPLETE me as perfectly as NIGHT and DAY. ” a FRANTIC edge creeps into his voice. “ you’ll be MINE? TRULY? ”

she watches him fervently for a response – as if it would tell the future of the WORLD, delicate eyebrows furrow in an expression of perturbation; but she has to ask herself, does she really care of the answer? so mesmerized is she by him, longing for his LOVE in any eternity it can offer —- if he is the WORST of things, she will let him be that, and love him all the more.
her freed hands reach to cup either side of his neck, as his grasp skims along freckled skin to hold her attention; he has all of it, doe eyes attentive to his words. they draw an irrevocable frown upon her lips, at the REFLECTION of their contrast —- who would overcome the other? or more so, who would succumb their very being for the other? she’s almost afraid, knowing it will be HER. for a moment, she has consideration for the earth in which she and the people she loves walk – ‘ PERSEPHONE – function of personification and fertility of vegetation, SPRING TIME. ‘ she has to again wonder, is she selfish enough to give up her place?
NOT ENOUGH TIME TO THINK! – her frown is ever-present, fretful of the long pause she is taking. there are only two answers; yes or no. only ONE of them feels right on her tongue, as her vocals prepare. NO MATTER her debates or worries – she realizes she has already succumb, as her thumb grazes his jawline. ❛ ———- yes.. ❜ she agrees quietly, despite the worry painted on her dainty features. ❛ the earth will mourn it’s loss, and my family will be NO LESS than devastated; but for you, i’m blinded by my own heart. you may be my DEMISE, but i will still be your LIGHT. i am truly yours, edward. ❜
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