forever debating, amatomnes or rekindle...

[eddybooboo]

If you're actually going to send me somewhere, might I suggest choosing "the hugging one," as you like to call it. It's the lesser of two evils by far. Of course, that's precisely why you're more interested in "sexy times island." But are you sure you'd be able to handle a game like that? Your libido is fairly low. And you know my...status. But then, again, that's precisely why a game like that holds more interest for you. The idea of pushing me to my limits, making me decide what's more important - my memories or the one redeeming quality I have left... All but assuring I'll end up in Hell regardless, if such a place truly exists... If Hell itself is not, in fact, living a life where I'm forced to engage in these relations with someone other than—...

I can't say I'm surprised. Every other Mundane in this place has the same mentality, the same desire to torture their muses as much as possible. One can't help but become desensitized to the sickening nature of the situation after a while.

But don't misunderstand. I'm still appalled, outraged, so on and so forth. I just know that lodging a formal complaint is the only break you'll afford me, so I couldn't let the opportunity to give you a slight headache pass me by. It's a small consolation.

Please think long and hard about the hugging one. You like fluff. And yes, slice-of-life gives the distinct impression it will be about as exciting as never-ending high school, but you can make me ill, so when the mood strikes there's potential to make me suffer. You know, from something other than boredom.



[occ: uh so I accidentally tagged hollyheights and it won't let me remove it so...to any HH people who see this, I'm sorry!]

Comments

[intheattic]

Now you start complaining about neverending high school? Took you a century to realize it's dull as shit, did it?

[eddybooboo]

Just because I don't mention it doesn't mean I haven't been thinking it. I can't exactly commiserate with my peers - for most of them, it's their first time around.

When was the last time you set foot inside an educational establishment, anyhow? Turn of the century?

[intheattic]

I'm no expert but students seem to be pretty fond of whining about being "stuck in school for eternity" so I think you could get away with it.

[ Was the sarcasm and general disgust for people as a concept too subtle there? He can try to turn it up a notch or two if you'd like. ]

And I distinctly recall passing over a university campus... maybe fifty years ago or so.

[ At midnight. At a run. ]

[eddybooboo]

[Only if it will make Alister feel better. If anything will. Though Edward's not really in the mood to be too polite, if you couldn't tell, so keep that in mind.]

I suppose I could, but engaging in such a conversation would most likely irritate me. They have no concept of a true eternity. Not that they can be expected to...

That doesn't count.

[intheattic]

[ Alistair and feeling better don't really go together. And it's all right Eddy, Alistair will hate you equally whether you're polite to him or not. He's easy to deal with that way. ]

You should have been more specific in your definition then.

pretend i didn't spell alistair's name wrong guh

[eddybooboo]

["Alistair" and "easy to deal with" DO NOT belong in the same sentence together, unless the words "is not" are between them. Perpetual negativity is difficult to endure, especially when one is prone to give in to negativity...]

Which part of "set foot inside" was unspecified?

I saw nothing

[intheattic]

Educational establishment.

[ You didn't say you meant the buildings. ]

so good to me

[eddybooboo]

[Hold on, trying to decide if Carlisle's disappointment would be worth attempting to strangle him. So not in the mood to deal with Alistair being difficult on purpose. Deep, calming breath.]

Well, I'll be sure to spell everything out for you next time.

[intheattic]

If you think you can manage it.

[ Spelling things out isn't exactly a Cullen specialty, is it? ]

I'm with you though. That island seems like bloody torture.

[ Just imagine Alistair needing to have sex every two weeks and enjoy the sensation of your mind imploding. ]

[eddybooboo]

[Unless your name is Bella, it's really not. But:] I've been around Carlisle long enough that some of his extraordinary patience has rubbed off on me. I'll manage.

[He does a spectacular job of not wincing at the mental imagery. Because ow. But oh.] What about the hugging one? Physical contact is necessary for survival there as well.

[intheattic]

Note the color of my eyes.

[ Still nice and red. ]

Or does eating people not count?

[smallforesight]

Isn't it a... sex island?

[eddybooboo]

An island fueled by sex, to be precise. "Fornication for Prosperity."

Right up my alley, in other words. [THE SARCASM, IT IS THICK.]

[manicpixiedreamgirl]

Oh Edward, you shouldn't tempt the mun. You know what she tends to do.

[eddybooboo]

Mine or yours?

[manicpixiedreamgirl]

[She pauses, making a show of contemplating the answer.]

Well, both. They're both devious in different ways.

[eddybooboo]

But, ultimately, they both like to put us into situations we'd rather not be in. I know a bit about what happened to you in that one game...

[manicpixiedreamgirl]

I...

[She tries not to think about all what happened there. Even with all her friends, it hurts to think of Jasper there.]

Honestly, this island wouldn't be as bad.

[eddybooboo]

Sorry. I should have known better than to mention it.

[He's not about to argue. It is a prospering island paradise, hardly the worst environment one could be shipped off to... If only the cardinal rule didn't bother him so deeply...]

Have you been anywhere else since?

[ringlets]

Do I get to come to the island this time?

KILLING ME

[eddybooboo]

Absolutely not. It's—no. No. The only place you would be allowed is the hugging one.

o god so rusty need 2 reread

[ringlets]

Is Momma going?

[there's no family vacations without her ok]

just keep mentioning momma but also talking as little as possible and you're golden

[eddybooboo]

No. Not that I'm aware of. It would just be me. And possibly one of your aunts.

[ringlets]

[now she thinks that you want to leave her behind. that just makes her sad -- and she's got the sadface of her mother, edward.] But--

[eddybooboo]

[SLAYED, right through his un-beating heart.] Please try to understand, sweetheart. I only want you to stay safe. That island's no place for a child.

[ringlets]

Jacob would let me.

[eddybooboo]

I think even Jacob would object. And so would your mother.

[ringlets]

[jacob would stay, if she couldn't come with him] Momma wants us together.

[eddybooboo]

He wouldn't have a choice, sweetheart. None of us do, in this place. If it were up to me, we'd stay together always.

[ringlets]

[she's been sitting near one of the ottomans in carlisle's study, idly flipping through one of the picture books that charlie gave her the last time he saw her. now that his words are beginning to sink in -- though she still doesn't entirely believe him -- she leaves it on the floor, forgotten.] Please.

[eddybooboo]

[Amazing, how that one simple word can make him feel as if someone stabbed him in the chest with a searing-hot dagger. (Like mother, like daughter.) He kneels down to her level, taking her face into his hands.] Please what, baby? Show me.

[ringlets]

[this is familiar: she mirrors him, pressing one hand to his cheek and curling the other in the collar of his shirt while the pictures that flash through her mind tumble into edward’s. they're fragmented and quick-moving, but he features in all of them and most of the time bella does as well.]