HARRY POTTER.

He flinches, but is really quite pleased, when he feels her light touch. Listening carefully, straining to hear over the hum of the engine, he can feel cold anxiety draining from his bones. He heaves a sigh of relief, all too happy to bask in the joy of getting to live in a nice house with a proper family. 

He knows it’ll be hard to heed her advice, if it is that - his standards for perfection are blurry, one smile and he’s yours, it doesn’t take much to impress him. Bella’s tone takes on a funny quality…he can’t quite work out what it is… wistfulness, maybe? Once again, he knows he’s somewhere he doesn’t belong. But he owes her the chance to explain, or to back out if there’s some deeper history behind what she’s saying. He knows he’d avoid the topic at any cost if that were so. 

He clears his throat a bit hoarsely. “Yeah, well, perfect or not, they’ll have a hard time being any worse than my family.” He shivers, wiping his nose on his sleeve. “I just… I can’t believe this - any of it. Nobody has ever… ever wanted -” It feels like someone briefly snatches away his ability to breathe for a second. He takes a slightly shuddering breath. “Bella, I really don’t understand any of this yet, I don’t know much, but - but this is the best thing to ever happen to me.” He pauses, letting it sink in, eyes shining with gratitude as he looks at her. “Whatever happened between you, they must really care about you if they’re willing to take me in. Think about it… why else would they want to help me? It was you who saved me.”

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        she finds it quite difficult to speak some comfort onto the cullen’s name  –  she’s found herself nearly swallowing her tongue several times,   choking back on personal anecdotes in favor for something more generic.    she’s trying  –   is it working ?        she tries not to focus on it.   on any of it,  really ;   harry will play a buoy for her to escape whatever trauma is clouding together in her head.   while it rains it’s storm into her body,   causing her sanity to feel like it’s very own WRECKAGE  ..   she hopes she can keep her mind from it.   perhaps

            bella still wishes,  somehow,  she could inherently communicate her devastation.   wear it like a sign around her neck,   saying  ‘  PLEASE BEAR WITH ME,  ‘  while she tuned in and out of reality settling in around her.    she begins to ponder how obvious her charades are,    how much of her ache makes its way into her gaze   ..    she only has worrying about harry now to include in it all,    worrying that she’s not easing him into a good place with her secretive grief.        ❛  ahh… ❜    she begins,    hand brushing across her face swiftly.    ❛  i,  uh..   maybe.   i guess.   they’re compassionate,   in all fairness.   and i’m stubborn.   i would’ve taken you to my house if they didn’t offer,  so ..  ❜    she trails,    before locking herself down.     ❛  –    i know the volturi are pretty terrifying,   but we’re not gonna have to deal with them,   at least for a while.    i’ll be here for you,   okay?    i’ll help you understand it all.   when we can spend some time ..  together.    just us,   i’ll explain anything you want to know.  ❜    she knows the family can hear her,   but it was worth getting that out. 

 
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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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