Parachute | Embry & Renesmee
I don't tell anyone about the way you hold my hand
I don't tell anyone about the things that we have planned
I won't tell anybody, won't tell anybody
They wanna push me down, they wanna see you fall down
The longer the young man kept his brown gaze focused on the soft female facial features, the long dark eyelashes that framed the now closed eyes, the slightly red colored lips and flawless skin, the stronger the wish of being able to remember every single detail of it became. Truth to be told, the current situation wasn't one to be rated as ordinary: the shapeshifter Embry Call and next to him, the latest Cullen member, Renesmee Cullen - both laying in the boy's wooden bed between several blankets and pillows as an impact of the previously happened events;
a normal day, as you could say, with laying around at the beach, cliff diving, wandering through the woods. The climate between the two happened to warm up again, their current state: friendship, but with tension. The ransoming event, the kiss they once had shared, seemed to date back a long time, so that the atmosphere was relaxed and comfortable. But however, from day to day Embry caught himself staring at Rensemee, feeling the same warmth around his heart he had once felt as the two got closer. He tried to hide his unwonted feelings as much as possible as he didn't want to take the risk in endagering the amity he had with the girl.
Now, at this very moment, things might seem a little opposing towards his attitude - after this long day of laughter and amicably bonding, the two had decided to stay at Embry's as a heavy storm had suddendly showed up. After drinking some tea, the two layed down on his bed in exhaustion; Renesmee was the one to close her eyes at first. A chance for the young man to watch over her and listen to the girl's calm and utterly relaxed breathing and her long hair framing her immortal face. His own eyes felt heavy as well, but he didn't want to miss anything of this unbent, close moment. It was the first time to be that close to her since.. well, not deniable, during several encounters and events such as bonfires, looks were exchanged, closeless was requested by both - but being prevented as well.
Don't believe the things you tell yourself so late at night
And, you are your own worst enemy, you'll never win the fight
Just hold onto me, I'll hold onto you
It's you and me up against the world, it's you and me
Then it happened. Renesmee opened her bright eyes all of the sudden, responding his gaze with a warm eyesight. Embry tried to shift his gaze away, but failed completely as he was caught by the warmth and deepth the girl's eyes were maintained by. Seconds passed, and a little voice in his head wondered why this situation wasn't being stated as uncomfortable at all or why no one was speaking, but why the two were just staring at each other whilst laying in his bed. But to Embry, it didn't matter. It was bizarre, that was for sure, but it felt.. good. He didn't want to ruin the moment, and seemingly it wasn't the girl's intention either.
I don't need a parachute, baby if I've got you
Baby if I've got you, I don't need a parachute
You're gonna catch me,
You're gonna catch if I fall
On its own the tanned mannishly hand was moved, long fingers gently stroking a wisp of brown soft hair out of the young female's face. The hybrid shortly hold her breath, but then exhaled slowly as Embry moved his hand down to her own. Her skin, cold yet soft and pleasing, touching his own made him shiver slightly, unease flickering up in his brown eyes. But as Renesmee didn't move, didn't flinch in any way, he kept the position and exhaled slowly. No words were needed, only the attachment and sincere and heartly atmosphere they were in was present - and they both knew that nothing would ever be the same again, but train of thoughts weren't deepened and discussions weren't held. Maybe later, but not now, not tonight.
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