Hiding From Me
@divescustos asked: "i'm not supposed to give you any details." (hello & thank you!)
It has felt like nothing more than walking on eggshells since Edward's reappearance. It's not to say Esme isn't ecstatic at his return; while she loves Carlisle unconditionally, the house felt too big for the two of them alone. Edward's presence is like the missing piece of a puzzle— perhaps because it was all she knew when crimson eyes opened in this life.
She has allowed Carlisle and Edward to sort things out between them, but she is hardly blind. Edward's bloody eyes contrast starkly against his skin, merely bringing the red out more profoundly in his hair. Still, she has questions and who can blame her? Yet both of them remain tight lipped.
With Carlisle away at work, Esme fills her day with art so to sate otherwise curious questions. Her efforts border on comical when remembering Edward can hear them regardless if she asks or not.
"Carlisle's orders?" she queries, glancing at him briefly from around a canvas situated on an easel. "I'm hardly a child," she sighs as her brush finds oil paints once more, "and I'm not ignorant either. Red eyes don't leave much for the imagination, I'm sure you can agree."















