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Ind. Private Renesmee Cullen from Twilight Saga. Book/Movie based. Tracking; illcandore est. April 3, 2016

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             —–ᖫ𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔬𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔠ᖭ—–

Edward couldn’t help but chuckle at her. She certainly got that eye gesture from him as well as the piano playing. Such talent in a small package that was his daughter. How proud he was to be a father. Feeling her feather-light touch on the back of his pale hand, he arched a brow, listening to her thoughts. When he thought about it, he never really did go hunting with her. Last time it had been Bella and Jacob. A crooked grin answered her question, 

❛ As you wish then. Of course you must be hungry. Let’s go    hunt then, shall we? I want to see how well you are at it,   Renesmee. I heard from Jacob you took a doe down   by yourself, is that true?  ❜

               –—–ᖫ𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓷ᖭ—–

[ilcandore-blog]

———————–  ❰ 𝓡 ❱ Beatific smile brightening up her porcelain features, the child didn’t hesitate in running out the door. Being half human, her speed wasn’t anything like her Papa’s. He was the fastest out of them all. she spoke, voice trilling like an echo of small, melodic wind chimes knowing that her father could hear her, 

                      ❛ Jacob likes to exaggerate, but I enjoyed watching him hunt. I tried but                               I haven’t gotten the hang of it. Can you show me, Papa?  ❜

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[ Replies will be Sunday on here~ I’ve got things drafted :3 ]

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[ I feel bleh about Ness right now. lol like i’m too lazy to get creative. I feel like that shrugging emoticon. ugh. ]

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@ilcandore

‘ y’know, once i almost kicked your dad’s as–butt. totally had him running for his money. ’

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                                ❝ You know it’s bad to lie, Uncle Em. Papa said you get mad                                        when you lose because you think you’re better.  ❞

[magnaniimous-blog]

    the sorrows of children always seem the most poignant.   they affect magnus more than he cares to admit.  he smiles down at the young girl and then sits down so he’s closer to her level without crouching.  the latter seems condescending to him.  

“ no apologies necessary.  i wasn’t like the rest of my family either, you know?  it can be difficult, but you’ll come to appreciate it. ”  in fact, his father had tried to drown him, but that’s not a story for children.  “ i’m magnus bane.  what can i call you? ”

[ilcandore-blog]

———————–❰ 𝓡 ❱ The hybrid didn’t mind much, her family used to do the same with her. Jacob and Aunt Rose to be exact. Milk chocolate eyes met Magnus’s cat-like ones. Just seeing them made her curious as she had never seen someone like him before. & she grew interested in what he was, as if a small spark lit behind her eyes. 

                                ❝ I can tell you’re different...by your eyes. I don’t mind other people                                not liking me as long as my family loves me, then that’s enough, right?                                                    I’m Renesmee. Renesmee Cullen.  ❞

a beatific smile lit the girls porcelain face, brilliant white teeth flashing, showing her small sharp teeth. As such was her vampiric nature. From a distance, she looked looked like an immortal child, but when up close & personal, her heart beat as fast as a hummingbird's. Pink colored her porcelain cheeks. Simply, she was a gift, a miracle. 

[ilcandore-blog]

[ Off Hiatus. I’ll get to replies and other things soon! ^~^ ]

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                            He watched her go in amusement, opening the door for them.  It would be interesting to watch her pick out novels.  Jasper patted her on the head once then raced upstairs.  If she could beat him to the house, he could at least beat her to his own room.  Alice had decorated, making it far more colorful and warm than he ever would.  Their shared closet never worked out leading to two walk-ins on opposite ends.  He’d stationed the book cases by his side of the bed.                                           “Come up and you’ll see.  Stuff that would be boring to most normal kids.”

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———————–❰ 𝓡 ❱ Watching her Uncle zooming in after he’d open the door, she puffed out her cheek in a pout before racing after him. The euphoric feeling of running felt amazing, simple things to normal humans would look blurred, but she could see them as she ran, every little detail. Though her speed wasn’t much on par with purely made vampires. Stopping at his doorway, her chocolate-brown eyes took in the colorful room. It made Renesmee beam with delight. She loved how her Aunt tidied up things.

                                       ❝ I love how Aunt Alice redid things in here! It’s so pretty.  ❞

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@magnaniimous from  🐱

———————–❰ 𝓡 ❱ Curious, chocolate brown eyes glanced up at him. Her eyes held more information than normal human children her age. Those eyes of her then averted downwards; still being new to speaking, she felt self-conscious about her voice. It was nothing like other children’s where they had a certain quality to their voices, Renesmee’s was the epitome of wind-chimes coming together to make a beautiful sound, alluring. Her eyes met the man’s before her before a small frown turned down her lips.  

                          ❝ Not many others trust me...not even my own kind. Mama and Papa                            told me that I was special, I wasn’t like the rest of my family. I apologize,                                                          Mister, for assuming.  ❞

[ilcandore-blog]

"Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke / I caught a trucker out of Philly / had a nice long toke / but he's a heading west from the Cumberland gap / to Johnson city Tennessee / and I gotta get a move on before the sun.." //because singing to his niece is a thing now since she loves it so much.

———————–❰ 𝓡 ❱ Pleasing, very much pleasing to hear her Uncle singing to her. Even if he had a destructive streak sometimes, he had a voice that she loved. Maybe she’d have him sing her to sleep instead of her parents reading to her every night. Renesmee didn’t know much about country songs, but she did want to learn more about them. She answered the end of his singing with a beautiful & radiant smile. 

                               ❝ How did you come to like country so much, Uncle Em? ❞

she had to learn to speak more often, though still self conscious about what some others thought about her wind-chime like voice. No normal child sounded so lovely as Renesmee. 

[ilcandore-blog]

"Your dad's just jealous because I'm waaaay more better than him. Don't you think your favorite Uncle is super cool, Ness?"

nope sorry uncle. no one’s better than papa, you sing better, but you aren’t as good as him.

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" Whatta' ya mean he ain't mentioned in the song? Hell--I mean heck, it was made for him! And you really think that? Oh man, you should tell your dad I have the voice of an angel, he disagrees. Poor bas--batty soul. " // no cursing emmett--//

———————–❰ 𝓡 ❱ With a beatific smile, chocolate eyes stared at her Uncle for a few seconds before rigorously shaking her head whilst laughing. Almost hearing him curse aloud, she put her hands to his mouth & made a ‘ shhh ‘ noise. Papa wouldn’t be too pleased if he heard Uncle Em had almost cursed. Neither would her mother or anyone else.  She let up her hand off his mouth with yet a soft giggle. It was always something new every day with her Uncle.

                                 ❝ Papa gets jealous a lot, Unle Em.                                                     You should know that. ❞

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[ This is honestly the first time I’ve ever seen someone with the url brotatochip. WHAT IS TUMBLR. That is genius, perfect, beautiful. It’s too late for me to be laughing like this omg!! ]

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" Hey, Ness, listen: Aint goin' back to Barton Holl'r/Devil gonna follow Jasper whe're he goes/Won't do him no good washing in the riveeeer~ "

———————–❰ 𝓡 ❱ The deep reverberating voice of her Uncle drifted forth as he sung. Melodic, creepy & a bit odd. She’d never heard a song like that before, but she knew it was based on the Civil War. Yes, she spent time researching history, researching songs that’d best fit as she would gain knowledge over new things. Renesmee wasn’t surprised, but she did very much enjoy her Uncle’s baritone voice. A small smile showed as she spoke, 

                               ❝ You have a deep and rich voice, Uncle.                                          You should sing more often. Buuut, I don’t                                            think Uncle Jazz’s name is in that song. ❞

[ofbloodwars]

                            The need and want to learn clearly ran in the family.  Jasper had always wondered if venom had enough dna in it to influence the person being turned.  He’d brushed it off years ago. Her eagerness was nice though. Another voracious reader was welcome. “You’ll have to ask Carlisle about his but you’re welcome to my library.” There wasn’t enough space in his room for more than one book shelf which gave Esme a chance to remodel and make room for more. “Just don’t touch the closets. Alice would kill me if anything happened to her precious hoard. Plus there’s some really old stuff in there that’s on the verge of disintegrating.”

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———————–❰ 𝓡 ❱ A smile answered him in return. Taking her hand away from her Uncle’s cheek, she wiggled out of his arms with a little pep to her step. Hands clasped behind her back, she sped up to the doorway, turned & waited for him. Someday, she’d have a race with Uncle Jasper to see if he was faster than her papa. It would be worth witnessing. A second later, her wind-chime voice rang aloud as she spoke, curiosity along with it. She’d never seen her Uncle’s room before. Renesmee respected her family’s space. 

                                        ❝ What do you have in your library, Uncle Jasper?  ❞

[ofbloodwars]

                 But the blood on my hands scares me to death

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                   —–ᖫ𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔬𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔠ᖭ—–

His daughters laughter was like no other. It could instantly put others in a cheerful mood and make them join in the laughter as well. As if he would ever let his daughter fall out of his arms, that was most certainly never going to happen. Grinning as she placed a kiss upon his cheek, he heard her thoughts and rolled his golden colored eyes. 

❛ We were not fighting, merely having a friendly debate over watching you.    More like she’ll play along. Now, what do you want to do today,    Renesmee? ❜

                       -—–ᖫ𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓷ᖭ—–

[ilcandore-blog]

———————–  ❰ 𝓡 ❱ Chocolate brown eyes rolled in the manner her papa had always done like now. How the apple didn’t fall far from the tree & what an amazing apple tree, her family; her mama, papa, aunts, uncles & grandpa's. Hearing his question, she crossed her arms & pondered. What did she feel like doing today? Jakey wasn’t here to play with her & she was getting hungry. Touching the back of her papa’s hand, she showed him an image of elk, of deer also. She hadn’t had the chance to go hunting with her father yet & she wanted to see how well he took down his prey vs how Jakey did. 

[falkenar-a]

    𝓢oon as Alistair heard a voice, he turned to see as to who it belonged to. The child that they were supposedly going to give their lives for. A faint scowl formed on his face. “Afraid? Why would I be afraid of you? You are but a mere child.” – Not a child– disturbing creature that looked human but drank blood. Children do not drink blood. If this happened during his early years he would have suspected it to be something demonic. 

[ilcandore-blog]

———————–❰ 𝓡 ❱ Seeing the scowl on the other’s face had her look down. Had she said something wrong? The others seemed to take a liking to her in an instant, but this vampire was different. Chocolate-brown eyes met his dark red ones, intellect bubbling beneath the surface. Why didn’t he seem to like her? That was the question that she pondered over. 

                                 ❝ You don’t seem to like me much. Or anyone else.                                          I’m sorry if I caused you trouble, sir.  ❞