HE’S NEVERDESPISED the thoughts in his head more ( both HIS and the surrounding sea of HUBRIS and toil ). the SILENCE of her presence never CRAVED as much as in this lowest point ;; he’s on the HUNT, his prey some HUNDREDS of miles away in her old red truck, and he needs DIRECTIONS. a PITIFUL stumble for him, where once he was considered IMMACULATE ( though he knew his TARNISH held best under wraps of FLIMSY materialistic necessities and UNBLEMISHED skin ). edward cullen, a FALLEN man.
the waitress WAVES him away – in a MINUTE, comes nasally response – and he needs needs NEEDS ;; music is an ESCAPE. he’s punched in numbers on the FAKE antique jukebox when he’s snapped at – called to OBEDIENCE like one of those MANGY mutts on the reservation and he bristles, hackles raised and chops bared for a moment. only when he settles his COMPOSURE does he give his attention to the COMPLAINT. “ johnny cash is the LEGEND. i think you can suffer through FOLSOM PRISON BLUES. ”
& he’s all FLAME-RIMMED eyes as he turns sharply towards the voice ( which simply GRATES upon his ears ) -- mouth gaping just ever so SLIGHTLY. what little is it to ARGUE over such a PITIFUL subject, yet the way POISON pools in the corners of his scowl & ashes CLENCHED between his fingers -- oh, now that he thinks of it, he never could quite COMPREHEND the sheer snark he possessed, the CONTROL which he lacked -- it can all but echo through his veins.
deep VIOLET is what he dyes his plate, BERRIES gently crushed under the gauged pressure of his FORK. every tine lets forth a TORRENT of dark rain, & his pie lies UNTOUCHED & cold in spite of its captivating existence, a dreamy confection of feather-light SUGAR. food long-forgotten, fire THREADS between his words as he SNAPS around promptly to sharply TRACE the other’s features with an EDGED & simply VOLATILE gaze, daring a STORM to grow & fester between them. “ the fifties are DEAD to me man, & i’m in no mood to bring'em BACK. you’ve got thirty seconds to CHANGE the damn song, or i'm comin' over to do it MYSELF. “