silas. 

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                                              ❛   i AM. crazy, innit  ❜

        that was supremely easy.  easier than it should have been. HOWEVER, 
         don’t catch silas complaining   :    it could’ve gone a lot worse than it  
         actually did.   (   ————-  for that, bella has her ETERNAL gratitude.  )
         
the girl’s cavalier response leaves silas wondering exactly how familiar she 
         is with the supernatural.  did she BRUNCH WITH VAMPIRES ?
            
                                             a quiet snicker :  consort with witches ?

          wry lips curl at the ends as mirth blossoms across dirt trodden features,
          she’ll take her word for it, though silas more than makes a mental note to
          pay extra attention to her.   JUST IN CASE, she tells herself  :  though bella
          seemed harmless enough, this information could change things between them.
          possibly for the worse.

           that doesn’t stop her from returning the sentiment, though. her gaze wanders
           &  doesn’t betray the existence of the metaphorical wall she’s erected. 

                                                    it’s all COPACETIC.
                                                  (  at least, that’s what 
                                                    her flirty smile says. )

                                 ❛  so ——— does that mean i can cuddle you when it gets colder

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         her nonchalance comes from a multitude of places —-    for one, she notes,  she should’ve seen it coming, anyways.   bella knows that she’s a borderline literal magnet for the supernatural,  it seems.  like it’s a consistent, inevitable presence surrounding her  —-    and in her mass familiarity,  she also finds contentedness with silas’ revelation,    quickly.      in between the lines,  a tidbit of DISAPPOINTMENT,  and a bit of RELIEF as well.   slightly bummed,  for the fact that – yet again –  bella fails to make meaningful connections with somebody who’s an actual HUMAN BEING,    and relief,  because she doesn’t know how long she could stand pretending that this supernatural-induced part of her life didn’t exist.            silas didn’t know the half of it. 

        a gentle, fawning smile forms on bella’s lips —-   glancing at the other with a brief giddiness,  while she tries to cover it up with a composed expression   (  she can’t help that she thinks silas is not only cool, but SMOKIN’  ).           ❛ YEAH! ——     i mean.   hell yeah. ❜    a pause.    ❛ you could cuddle me, like,   whenever, though. ❜

 
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BELLA SWAN

independent and selective canon divergent twilight/tvd roleplay blog for isabella swan.
mutually exclusive, multi-verse and ship. oc, crossover, and au friendly.

❛ she defies us all. ❜

written by sam.
twenty - est.
est 07/2013, revamped 11/2015. triggers will be tagged. please read rules before interacting.

❛ life is hard. ❜

draft count: 8.
message count: 0.
starter count: 0.
plotting: open.
queued: infinite.

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