HARRY POTTER.

“But I do,” he blurts out. “I do need to thank you.” Maybe not even for the saving itself, but simply for the company. On a plane for the first time, narrowly escaping death once more, running from a corrupt government of vampires, and yet the most shocking and consuming thing to Harry in this moment is that he’s surrounded by people who seem glad to have him there. He’s almost vibrating with questions, but he doesn’t want to overstep. He definitely doesn’t want to wear this unspeakable bond he feels with Bella on his sleeve. But, naturally, he does it anyway. “I just…” he gulps. “I feel like you’re my friend.” He becomes very interested in his sleeve cuffs as he says this. 

“The burden might always be there,” he agrees, taken aback by how open she’s being. “But what could you have done?” He frowns. “What could I…”

He still doesn’t know why she was even there, reckons it must have everything to do with the Cullens. He might think she was one of them if it hadn’t been for the human warmth he’d felt as she steered him away. But she isn’t, and there’s something mysteriously deep about her words, and he gets the feeling that they’re not just about the events earlier. He feels his heart give a little jump as he remembers where he’s going. “What are the Cullens like?” He feels a sudden stab of anxiety, hastily adding, “Please tell me they won’t try and eat me.” 

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          she has to think,  above all,  about how the cullen’s sit only a few feet behind them,  and like an eerie vibration,  she senses their listening,  and something like edward’s heavy thoughts as he comes to be ever-frustrated at her shielded mind.    or perhaps..     it was all her paranoia coming to a peak.   she sinks into her place,   allowing herself to feel as small as she can manage.   though she finds some comfort in the conversation,   as it tears her away from herself.     she empathizes deeply;    maybe feeling others’ pain could take away some of her own,   she thinks.    

          more comes from the sadness in her eyes than does the words that leave her lips.    normally brown hues darkened,  still a hint of a smile appears on her face before fading away with a briskness of reality settling in too quick.    she reaches,    hand touching his arm.    ❛  —-    i  am  your friend.  ❜       and she means it when she says it;    maybe,   the least she could do was this.   she could be there for him. 

          however,  when it comes to talking about the cullen’s,   her heart falls through her and aches,   and she has to figure out how to walk a line with her answer in order to reassure harry, appease whomever may be listening, and ultimately fight with her personal feelings about it.    what did she really think about them,   now?   did she hate them like she hated edward?  did she also love them like she also loved edward,  like she had loved all of them before?     her hand places itself over her chest,   as if trying to stop too much from coming out.      ❛ no.., ❜   she begins in a quiet strain.   even she can hear her tone,     hurt and dreary.   ❛  no,  they would never.    they’re all vegetarian, ❜  she pushes herself to explain,   ❛  they’ll take care of you.  they really will.   in all honesty,   i’d always told myself they had no flaws.   you might see that,   see them and think the same things.    borderline perfect.  ❜    by the end,   she’s almost broken.   bites her tongue,   only glances at the boy before turning to hold her sleeve to her face.    ❛ but..  i mean,   of course no one’s really perfect.      i learned that. ❜

 
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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. ❜

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plotting: open.
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