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!]

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[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.]