c a r l i s l e

ind. && private carlisle cullen.

[ofcovens-blog]

LEGIT 5 AWAY FROM 300 WHO. ARE. YOU. PEOPLE. AND HOW ARE YOU SO LOVELY !!! ???  IM SLAIn

[croathia]

https://flic.kr/p/FKvA8z

[kamiusings]

SHORT STORIES, my favorite kind of poetry ( meme ).

SIX WORDS .

❝ i heard you were doing good. ❞ ❝ you don’t grow your horns overnight. ❞ ❝ i promise, it gets better eventually. ❞ ❝ & we never talked after that. ❞ ❝ am i really, truly, that unlovable? ❞ ❝ don’t talk like you’re coming back. ❞ ❝ my most dangerous habit is trusting. ❞ ❝ we’re made of stars & stories. ❞ ❝ you didn’t have to do that. ❞ ❝ everything is poetry when you’re drunk. ❞ ❝ did i mean anything to you? ❞ ❝ real feelings don’t just go away. ❞ ❝ you came & changed the weather. ❞ ❝ when can you just be mine? ❞ ❝ there was no love, only lust. ❞ ❝ darling, stop wishing on dead stars. ❞ ❝ art is another form of screaming. ❞ ❝ silence is the most painful goodbye. ❞ ❝ what the fuck did you do? ❞ ❝ i’m drunk, dizzy & missing you. ❞ ❝ kiss me like you’re losing me. ❞ ❝ i don’t feel like smiling today. ❞ ❝ not all good people are innocent. ❞ ❝ we’re a disaster in the making. ❞ ❝ some things are better left unsaid. ❞ ❝ we really should’ve talked about it. ❞ ❝ i’m so glad i met you. ❞ ❝ i wish i knew you earlier. ❞ ❝ i fucked (pronoun/name) to our song. ❞ ❝ i dreamed of you this night. ❞

TEN WORDS .

❝ you saw the messed up parts of me, & stayed. ❞ ❝ all i’ve ever wanted was for someone to save me. ❞ ❝ since you left, i have no one to talk to. ❞ ❝ i apologize for the nights in which i cannot breathe. ❞ ❝ everytime i look at you, i want to kiss you. ❞ ❝ we said no strings attached but now we’re in knots. ❞ ❝ there’s a difference between missing someone & missing having someone. ❞ ❝ for which f are you drinking? fuck, forget, or fun? ❞ ❝ my biggest mistake was thinking i could live without (pronoun/name). ❞ ❝ whenever (name/pronoun) rose to kiss me, i fell even more. ❞ ❝ i wish that ‘goodnight’ was followed by ‘i love you’. ❞ ❝ let’s smoke a pack of mentholds & talk about love. ❞ ❝ your deep, sleepy voice makes me feel like i’m okay. ❞ ❝ i read both of our horoscopes looking for an answer ❞ ❝ reality is the absolute last place i want to be. ❞ ❝ i didn’t expect that drunk kiss could mean this much. ❞ ❝ all i need is a late night drive with you. ❞ ❝ feeling pain is nowhere near as terrifying as feeling nothing. ❞ ❝ your eyes are the color of summer fading into autumn. ❞ ❝ you are the warmest home i will ever, ever find. ❞ ❝ the world is less scary when i am with you. ❞ ❝ i still can’t tell which of us was the victim. ❞ ❝ i just need an excuse to hang out with you. ❞ ❝ your expectations for me have been set way too high. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to feel this way about anyone else. ❞

[porcelainmcster-blog]

“His skin was translucently white, like onionskin, and it looked just as delicate—it stood in shocking contrast to the long black hair that framed his face. I felt a strange, horrifying urge to touch his cheek, to see if it was softer than Edward’s or Alice’s, or if it was powdery, like chalk. His eyes were red, the same as the others around him, but the color was clouded, milky; I wondered if his vision was affected by the haze.”                                                   written by roshel    movie based + additional sources   

[alicentflorent]

Did you make that yourself?

[ofcovens-blog]

HAPPY NOT MUNDAY BC I FORGOT TO DO IT YESTERDAY AHHAAAAAAAA SWAG

[ofcovens-blog]

BIAS LIST COMING SOON.  literally this blog has only existed for like 2 weeks and already over 230+ of yall have already hit up this hip vamp dad so THANK YOU.

[ofcovens-blog]

* CONTINUED WITH @evegranger *

                                    Another smile;       it SPARKS at this woman’s words,        and Carlisle shakes a golden head,        directing a hand to rest across his chest,      over his heart   t e n d e r l y.  

            ‘ please - ‘           He starts, gaze a bit gentler than before.          ‘ it was no trouble. ‘              He watches her in   S I L E N C E,           a sort of admiration for those of humanity.              He missed it often times;       the sweet release of AIR through your lungs;          the pounding of adrenaline in your veins;           even the pain and the proneness to injury.             He missed the little things that had been taken from him so long ago.

It is then eyes turn to the woman’s laptop,            and to the large SPLICE that runs along the body of the thing;        a result of their   c o l l i s i o n.             Immediate concern laces PERFECT visage and the doctor comes closer,         as if to inspect it further;      his form nearing.           Gaze returns sharply to his unknown new acquaintance,          and profuse apologies fall from cold lips.  

He feels terrible SHAME    t  u  g   at his heart.

                ‘ forgive me, I - ‘             The man sighs,          unnecessary breathe FLOODING his nostrils in and out.       He shakes his head at himself DISAPPROVINGLY,          brow now furrowed against alabaster skin;           and that golden hue seeks the woman’s own eyes    s o r r  o w f u l l y.

               ‘ Let me buy you a new one.  It’s the least I can do. ‘

[ifthenightcouldtalk]

Feelings are like flowers. Some are beautiful and some are deadly. The problem is that you can’t always tell which is which.

Beautiful disasters. (via ifthenightcouldtalk)

[ofcovens-blog]

* CONTINUED WITH @lcstgraces *

                                             Rosalie’s hold is a SALVE to his pain,       if but for the moment it lasts;       and he is g r a t e f u l of it nonetheless;        as own hands wrap tenderly around his DAUGHTER.        He knows she is not fond of such embraces on much occasion;            and reserves it merely for family,          but the rarity of their presence is enough to bring the     g h o s t     of a heartbeat back to his chest.                    Many saw only the THORNS that Rose surrounded herself with;      but it was the kindness,       the depth of feeling that she hid beneath the surface that truly RESEMBLED her name.  

The air is still for a long time,        S   E   R   E   N   E,        as the doctor seeks solace of his mind’s torment behind the closing of honeyed eyes.            HE IS IMMORTAL;          frozen in a state of youth,     and yet   -   Carlisle is W E A R Y.           He feels as though with the passing days a bit more of him is worn away,         like a grain of sand along the shore.             Her words     echo     in his mind.                                                                      It wasn’t real Carlisle.  ( but it used to be. )

           ‘ Thank you, Rose.  ‘                             voice is DISTANT,    lost in the flashes of the past which torment him;      of the bodies which lay mercilessly at his feet.                The Volturi were of a   R A V E N O U S  company with no tolerance for the blood of animals,       as he had chosen.           They preferred a different diet of human origin.         It had brought their separation in the first place;          and the memories oft haunted      S T R E G O N E    B E N E F I C I    with nightmarish visions.

                            Even the damned        d  r  e  a  m  e  d.

[pazdlua]

[ofcovens-blog]

* OPEN. *

      ‘ . . . so. . . ‘                          ‘ --- got LOST in the woods?  ‘

[ofcovens-blog]

* CONTINUED WITH @evegranger *

                         The sound of the smash is clear and    S U D D E N,          like the snap of a whip;           and though distinct to human ears   -   it is ever more so for that of vampires;           and Carlisle seems to watch in slow motion as this young woman collides with him.            In the moment,           she seems DISTRACTED by thoughts he does not know.          He often WONDERS of the great things which ponder through the minds of many,        as alike the days he once remained mortal.  

When the accident is through,         he hears her voice call in the     s  i  l  e  n  c  e;        cutting within his thoughts;           and the irony of the question nearly brings a smile   -   for she knows not of his STATE,            and the very force of STRENGTH it would take to physically HARM him.

HONEYED gaze raises to meet that of the young woman’s,   ( they kneel together at eye level ) ,            and voice is calm;     like the clear CHIME of a bell,       and dimples press into the edges of  p o r c e l a i n skin.

           ‘  I’m fine, thank you.  Are you alright?  ‘                     fingers are keen to reach deftly to the woman’s shoulder,          A  D O C T O R ’ S   P R A C T I C I A N    as he makes careful to keep away from her skin;         lest she notice he is overly COLD. 

[ofcovens-blog]

fun fact

tom cruise has a tooth at the center of his mouth.

[ofcovens-blog]

* STARTER CALL :: @prodcsia *

                                                   He is  A W A R E  of their presence,      and gaze moves instead to the horizon once more,         golden eyes set upon the mixing of reds and oranges that PAINT the sky.         He does not turn to face his guest;       for Carlisle knows well they will come to stand besides him without question.                    The VOLTURI demand the attention of   ALL   whom remain in the same room as they.           It comes a  n a t u r a l reaction.

             ‘  To what do I owe the HONOR of your visit?  ‘          Voice is calm;      still,   even,       as lungs fill with unneeded air before contracting one more.         Some part of him feels hollow in that moment.

[ofcovens-blog]

* STARTER CALL :: @justpawns *

                      the most gentle of touches reaches out to CARESS the girl’s arm;    a h u s h of a birds wings;   fingertips soft against the edge of her upper shoulder.          All is done in hopes to attain her TRUST;   and gaze is KIND,                            searching   almost as he seeks   her response with    d a r k e n e d   eyes.                 he means not to frighten her.

          ‘  --- are you ALRIGHT?  ‘

[ofcovens-blog]

* STARTER CALL :: @saviorheart *

                                         Carlisle and the rest of his COVEN had been traveling across the country;       trying to find newborn vampires in transition;          those that they could help GUIDE to their family or  others.           It had become a sort of tradition over the years.              However,     as they were stopped in a small town one night;      ( Storybrook ),     voices called out.                   There were several   i n j u r e d  people needing immediate treatment;     and though Carlisle was unknowing of the strangers he was surrounded in,     he could HELP;        A N D   S O   H E   D I D.

He worked through the night,         until a young woman;         whom he discovered to be the local sheriff;      came and told him to rest.            She guided him to the town’s diner,        and that’s where he’s sat   s i n c e,      OBSERVING the people he still had no    k n o w l e d g e    of.         They all seemed weary,    worn down as though they had just been through an immense  F E A T;            it left the vampire puzzled.

Even now,      as he sat,       arms FOLDED,        leaned up against one of the tables;           questions floated around his mind.             H   o   n   e   y    irises sought out the blonde from before,         and he ROSE;         directing footsteps towards her until his frame remained besides her own.

             ‘  What happened here?  ‘           voice is not cold;      but FIRM,       wishing to discover the source of such TRAGEDY in this     u n f a m i l i a r     place.                    He spares a glance to his CAR, where the others stand.