SHE’S NEVER FELT SATED . not a moment had passed when she wasn’t acutely aware of the fire clawing at her throat , relentless and raw . the cullens had insisted such was unavoidable , merely a part of being a newborn . but she’s past the mark of her first year , hadn’t faltered in the diet they seemed so morally strapped to maintain — and it’s eased not a touch . and without them there in her ear , instilling crippling sense of guilt in regards to instinct , emmeline finds herself caving , seeking the only potential reprieve she can think of . which brings her here , to his side . uneasy , though she stands still as marble carving , attempts to hide such as best she knows how . ❝ —— so what , you just play eeny meeny until you land on someone ? ❞
╰ ✧ ° › — @warbitten liked ( s.c. ) .