* SHE WAS THE HEART !

❝ ˢʰᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷᶤᶰᵍ ᶤᶰᵗᵒ ᵃᶰ ᵃᶜᵗ ᵒᶠ ˡᵒᵛᵉˑ ❞

[cordialiity]

i have had the worst day ever but will be on later to finally do replies and respond to ims !

[vaememes]

✧     CRIMSON     PEAK     SENTENCE     PROMPTS    !   

*  A MIXTURE OF CRIMSON PEAK PROMPTS , TRIGGERS MAY APPLY , CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS AS NEEDED .

❝ They take the heat from the sun, and when it deserts them, they die. ❞

❝ They’re dying.  ❞

❝ You’re monsters. Both of you! ❞

❝ It’s a world of everything dying and eating each other right beneath our feet. ❞

❝ Surely there’s more to it than that. ❞

❝ Beautiful things are fragile… ❞

❝ At home we have only black moths. ❞

❝ Formidable creatures, to be sure, but they lack beauty. ❞

❝ They thrive on the dark and cold. ❞

❝ What do they feed on? ❞

❝ You’re so… different. ❞

❝ Ghosts are real, that much I know. I’ve seen them all my life… ❞

❝ It is a monstrous love and it makes monsters of us all. ❞

❝ But the horror… The horror was for love. ❞

❝ The things we do for love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret.  ❞

❝ This love burns you and maims you and twists you inside out.  ❞

❝ There are things that tie them to a place, very much like they do to us. ❞

❝ Will you still like to know my thoughts? ❞

❝ The aches that you describe with such earnestness, the pain, the loss. ❞

❝ In fact, you only seem to know what other writers tell. ❞

❝ You clearly have not lived it at all. ❞

❝ Where I come from, ghosts are not to be taken lightly. ❞

❝ You are nothing but a SPOILED CHILD! ❞

❝ What do you dream of? A kind man? A pure soul to be redeemed? Perfection? ❞

❝ I advise you to return to your ghosts and fancies. ❞

❝ A house as old as this one becomes, in time, a living thing. ❞

❝ It starts holding onto things… keeping them alive when they shouldn’t be. ❞

❝ Some should never be spoken about again. ❞

❝ You will stay here, with us… won’t you?  ❞

❝ A man that feeds off land that others work for him. ❞

❝ This parasite is perfectly charming and a magnificent dancer. ❞

❝ I cannot leave you here. ❞

❝ I find myself thinking about you even at the most inopportune moments of the day. ❞

❝ I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine. ❞

❝ The first time I saw one I was ten years old. ❞

❝ There were to be no parting kisses. No goodbyes. No last words. ❞

❝ You lied to me! ❞

❝ You poisoned me! ❞

❝ You said you loved me! ❞

❝ I’ve always closed my eyes to things that made me uncomfortable. ❞

❝ I don’t want to close my eyes. I want to keep them open. ❞

❝ It makes everything easier. ❞

❝ I heard you the first time. ❞

❝ It’s an excellent likeness. ❞

❝ The more the house sinks, the worse it gets. ❞

❝ Goodness. How many rooms are there? ❞

❝ We must do something about it.  ❞

❝ Others that hold onto an emotion. A drive. Loss. Revenge. Or love. ❞

❝ The spilling of blood. A terrible crime. ❞

❝ I don’t know. Would you like to count them? ❞

❝ Do we have to do this? Must we? ❞

❝ She stopped drinking her tea, but I poisoned the porridge. ❞

❝ That’s exactly what our mother told us in her last moment. ❞   

❝ This is your home now. You have nowhere else to go. ❞

❝ Perfection has no place in love, [Name]. ❞

❝ You know precious little of the human heart, or love, or the pain that comes with it. ❞

❝ I can’t. I can’t. ❞

❝ This place is hundreds years old. Souls come and go. ❞

❝ Some of them are good; some of them bad… ❞

❝ You insist on describing the torments of love when you know NOTHING about them. ❞

❝ I’M NOT DONE YET! ❞

❝ How do you manage this house? ❞

❝ Actually, I’d rather be Mary Shelly; she died a widow. ❞

❝ Perfection has no place in love. ❞

❝ Perhaps we only notice things when the time comes for us to see them. ❞

❝ In [Country] we bank on effort, not privilege. ❞

❝ The men at this table, all of us, came up through honest, hard work. ❞

❝ Well, maybe not all of us. [Name] here is a [Occupation].  ❞

❝ If there’s one thing I know, it’s the importance of the right tool for the job. ❞

❝ I’m a builder, dear. ❞

❝ Everyone falls in love, dear, even women. ❞

❝ There are things that tie them to a place.   ❞

❝ The marriages were for money, of course. ❞

❝ You need a measure of bitterness… Not to be eaten.. ❞

❝ Nothing gentle ever grows in this land. ❞

❝ My heart would cease to beat and I would die. ❞

❝ I won’t stop… until you kill me… or I kill you! ❞

❝ So it’s all out in the open. No more secrets! ❞  

❝ I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine. And should that link be broken either by distance or by time, then my heart would cease to beat and I would die. ❞

[cordialiity]

* EDWARD !

     He had been absorbed in some of Carlisle’s extensive collection of history books, a few in a pile on the side table next to him. It was a thoroughly entertaining endeavour, his creator’s hand having scrawled in the occasional correction or elaboration in the margins, gleaned from the others of their kind he had met in his centuries of life. It also kept his mind preoccupied from less than favourable thoughts he held about Carlisle’s decision to change another human. There was nothing wrong with Esme, she seemed perfectly pleasant, it was just… they had seemed so happy. Had Edward been wrong about that?

     The sound of her voice had his head lifting, pulling him away from the world of Tudor London. 

     “Not at all,” he lied smoothly, not willing to make her upset despite his own doubts. He could at least try to be a gentleman. His own smile was a little hollow though. “I hope he didn’t tell you anything too awful.”

ESME’S HEAD COCKED SLIGHTLY AT HIS WORDS.  She  had  been  told  nothing  but  good  things  about  Edward,  and  easily  she  had  believed  them,  but  perhaps  Carlisle  had  left  out  a  few  darker  details  to  make  her  transition  into  the  family  a  little  smoother?  Not  that  it  truly  mattered,  of  course.  She  had  only  had  this  new  life  a  few  weeks  but  already  the  burden  of  being  granted  a  second  chance  was  heavy,  she  couldn’t  really expect  those  who  had  lived  longer  than  her  to  be  sin  free  and  without  error.  It  was  just  not  possible  to  be  perfect  when  every  moment  was  tinged  with  the  weight  of  their  thirst,  and  she  already  knew  she  had  to  learn  to  forgive  mistakes,  even  if  it  meant  allowing  herself  to  accept  her  own.

❝  Awful?  Quite  the  contrary,  actually,  ❞  she  replied,  small  smile  directed  his  way  but  soon  fading  once  she  sensed  his  distance. ❝  Carlisle  has  very  high  opinions  of  you,  Edward.  You  mean  a  great  deal  to  him,  he’s  told  me  as  much.  ❞  Thin  brows  pulled  together,  red  gaze  lowering  to  focus  upon  the  fumbling  fingers  buried  in  the  lap  of  her  linen  blue  dress.  Her  voice  trailed  to  a  lower  but  strained  level  as  she  added,  ❝  I  wouldn’t  wish  to  interfere  at  all,  or  be  an unwelcome  addition.  After  all,  this  is  your  home,  your  family.  And  I  want  you  to  know,  should  my  presence  become  unwanted  or  uncomfortable  for  you,  I  would  gratefully  ask  you  to  tell me.  I  do  not  wish  to  get  in  the  way,  and  my  intentions  are  not  to  do  such  a  thing.  I  want  you  to  know  this.  ❞

[dailywomen]

I vividly remember watching women in films when I was 9 or 10, picturing them being what I’d be like as an adult. I had these real female crushes on certain actresses. And I’d watch them thinking, one day I’ll be that. One day I’ll be a woman. It’s obviously not the same, but I get that wish to find your complete form. 

[ahopefulbunch-deactivated202102]

any vampire who SAW Jasper would have had the same reaction….   the scars were like a lit billboard,   ‘ DANGEROUS !!! ’ they screamed.      how many vampires had tried to kill Jasper?   HUNDREDS?   THOUSANDS?    the same number that had DIED in the attempt…

[withered-rose-with-thorns]

Then I said, “Here, Esme,” and began playing her favorite song, an unnamed tribute to the love I’d watched between her and Carlisle for so many years.

[cordialiity]

new tag drop

[cordialiity]

ESME FLITS INTO THE KITCHEN AND FINDS HER TARGET,  shooting  rosalie  a  warm  but  sheepish  smile.  settling  down  on  the  stool  beside  her  daughter,  small  hands  reach  into  the  pocket  of  her  jacket,  pulling  out  a  brochure,  now  crumpled  and  worn  with  all  the  handling  of  it  she  has  been  doing.  ❝  take  a  look  at  this,  rose.  ❞   with  a  careful  slide  of  the  document  towards  the  blonde,  esme  taps  the  photograph  of  a  snowy  european  village  on  the  cover,  golden  hues  peering  over  to  gauge  rosalie’s  reaction,  ❝  i  was  thinking,  now  that  emmett  has  joined  us,  we’re  outnumbered  by  the  boys,  and  i  am  beginning  to  feel  it,  believe  me,  ❞   whimsical  chuckle  escapes  her,  ❝  a  well  deserved  girls  vacation  is  in  order,  and  i  would  love  it  if  you  would  join  me.  it  doesn’t  have  to  be  for  long,  a  couple  of  days  perhaps,  but  it’d  be  nice  to  escape  at  this  time  of  year,  no?  and  we  could  find  some  unique  christmas  gifts  there,  i  bet ! ❞

@mostbeautifultm  /  sc.

[cordialiity]

ESME SITS ON THE OTHER END OF THE SOFA,  fingers  twiddling  over  her  lap,  feet  drawn  close  together  so  she  takes  up  as  little  space  as  possible.  out  of  old  habit,  she  inhales  deeply,  allowing  her  crimson  eyes  to  wander  in  edward’s  direction.  ❝  i  hope  you  don’t  mind  my  joining  your  family,  ❞   esme  finally  says,  quiet  but  aiming  to  keep  her  voice  steady.  it  has  been  a  while  since  she’s  had  a  family,  especially  one  she  has  yet  to  disappoint,  and  the  pressure  of  not  ruining  this  opportunity  is  beginning  to  mount.  but  still  she  lets  herself  smile  as  she  adds,  ❝  carlisle  has  told  me  a  lot  about  you,  edward.  and  i’m  very  honoured  to  not  only  be  in  his  company,  but  yours  too. ❞

@divescustos  /  sc.

[cordialiity]

ESME TAKES CAROLINE’S HAND GENTLY IN HERS,  guiding  the  younger  vampire  down  the  hallway  and  further  into  the  cullen  home.  she  stops,  here  and  there,  to  point  out  little  things,  such  as  the  decor  pieces  or  what  each  door  leads  to,  but  mostly  she’s  eager  to  show  her  one  particular  room.  with  great  enthusiam,  she  turns  to  the  blonde,  free hand  hovering  over  the  handle  to  the  shut  door.   ❝  Now,  it’s  nothing  special  but  I  hope  you  like  it,  Caroline.  I  tried  to  make  it  as  comfortable  and  welcoming  as  possible,  but  if  it’s  not  to  your  tastes  or  you  don’t  like  it,  please  tell  me  and  we  can  definitely  change  it  up. ❞

@contrclfreaked /  sc.

[cordialiity]

i  gotta  go  to  bed  before  i  pass  out  and  hopefully  i  sleep  this  toothache  off,  but  here’s  my  disc/ord  drop  if  any  of  ya  want  it !  COVEN MOTHER#1310

[cordialiity]

* CHELSEA !

*   closed  starter  for  @cordialiity·  .

     ❛   i  do  regret  the  way  we  misjudged  you.   ❜   chelsea’s  loyalty  lay  with  the  volturi,  but  it  never  escaped  her  how  quick  they  were  to  assume  the  worst  of  the  cullens.   even  with  the  denali  girl’s  report,  perhaps  they  had  been  too  swift  in  their  assumptions.   it  is  strange  for  chelsea,  to  know  that  someone  like  esme,  with  her  kind  heart  and  her  generous  ability  to  love  truly  and  unconditionally,  was  a  part  of  the  very  clan  that  contained  vampires  that  aro  fancied.   one  day  they  would  be  on  opposing  sides  again,  but  chelsea  is  grateful  it  won’t  be  soon.   for  all  her  qualms  with  the  cullen  family,  chelsea  knows  that  their  dark  world  coated  in  crimson  was  better  with  esme  in  it.   ❛   on  behalf  of  my  clan,  i  do  hope  that  you  will  accept  an  apology.   ❜

❝  YOU HAVE NOTHING TO APOLOGISE FOR. ❞  at  least,  chelsea  has  nothing  to  apologise  for,  though  esme  certainly  has  her  bones  to  pick  with  the  rest  of  the  volturi.  though  their  almost  war  has  now  passed,  the  fear  she  had  felt  at  losing  her  family,  the  guilt  of  drawing  a  clan  of  bloodthirsty  vampires  to  the  doorstep  of  the  humans  she  cared  so  much  for,  still  sits  heavy  on  her  heart.  how  close  she  had  been  to  seeing  her  entire  family  wiped  out  in  front  of  her,  and  it  tastes  bitter  on  her  tongue  to  know  that  if  such  a  situation  shall  arise  again,  perhaps  her  clan  mightn’t  be  so  lucky.  but  through  her  beloved  husband,  esme  has  learnt  the  difficulties  of  what  being  loyal  to  the  volturi  means,  and  no  matter  how  hard  she  tries  not  to,  her  sympathy  can’t  help  but  extend  to  those  who  are  a  part  of  the  group  but  not  in  CONTROL  of  it.  they  don’t  know  any  better,  they  don’t  know  what  a  family  truly  is.  ❝ given  the  circumstances,  i  can  understand  where  such  a  reaction  from  your  clan  came  from, ❞  but  she  cannot  justify  it,  no.  ❝  but  forgive  me,  i  must  ask,  did  any  of  you  doubt   it  at  all?  or   did   it  not  truly  matter  anyway?❞

[cordialiity]

* ROSALIE !

                    ❛ some people long for a life that is simple and planned. ❜

@cordialiity   liked  for  a  lyric  starter  !     /     tightrope from the greatest showman.

❝ I THINK EVERYONE DOES AT SOME POINT.  i  know  i  did,  back  before  i  got  gifted  this  family.  there’s  safety  in  simple,  comfort  in  planned.  but  ...  there’s  no  room  for  spontaniety.  and  isn’t  that  what  makes  life  great?  those  little  moments  of  the  unexpected? ❞

[robertphilip]

“We’re making Italiano for you.”

[cordialiity]

ok so i have to go to work ( y i k e s ) but then i will be on tonight to do starters & finish inbox memes !

[donnaspaulsens]

[cordialiity]

okay so here is an official starter call ! will probably be random, dialogue heavy, unless a plot really strikes me but feel free to hit me up with any ideas :)