#empaath

[mctherly]

ღ  @empaath​​  ━  He knew he should have asked first. Wondering if they were all still furious with him && unable to sense it left him anxious. But when was Esme to refuse a small moment of motherly affection. He stood looking at her for a moment then gave a soft sigh, sitting on the sofa beside her then leaning against her shoulder at first before finding his head laying on her lap. "I'm sorry." He said quietly. "I didn't mean to try && attack Bella. But I am sorry that I did."

     𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄. After what happened that night, she had an inkling of what had prompted the attack ━ Jasper was an empath, and Esme could not even imagine how overwhelming it was to be in a room full of vampires tempted by human blood and having to deal with their emotions coupled with his own. No one blamed him, at least she was almost completely certain no one blamed him, there was always a bit of doubt when it came to Edward. He wasn't taking it well.

     Still, when he came to her, the matriarch felt her shoulders relax in pure relief. He was ready to talk. And she would never deny him the comfort he sought, the comfort he needed. The moment his golden head fell on her lap, her dainty hands made their way through his disheveled locks; running her fingers through them, gently working through knots and softly massaging his scalp. Feeling herself calm down from the stress of the last couple of days. ❛ You don't have to apologise, Jazz. ❜ she whispered, kind eyes looking down at him, holding so much love for the boy on her lap.

    ❛ We know you would never do that. ❜ the certainty in her voice spoke of the ridiculous amount of respect she had for her son. Jasper was older than her, had been a vampire for longer and he had had a completely different upbringing in this world. Esme had never tasted human blood, so she would never understand the struggle most of her family went through daily, but it was Jasper she admired the most. She had seen him fight day to day to reach his level of control, and she was so proud of him. She was sure he could feel her love and pride for her. ❛ Besides, I know how hard that must have been for you, how overwhelming it must have been to feel all of our emotional reactions to Bella's blood. ❜

     There was more she'd like to say, more she'd like to tell him but Esme knew it would be best to let Jasper do things at his own pace. Still, there was something she could do to ease him. ❛ I've had this song in my head for weeks now, I'm sure Edward is going crazy. Would you mind if I sang it to you? ❜ Esme waited for his response, before starting to hum, a song that she had once related to very much, for she too had had to pretend to be happy once.

[redvxn]

❝   Cuáles son las probabilidades de esto?   ❞   Ruby  lips  parted  as  the  words  came  out  in  one  breath.  Corners  of  her  lips  curved  just  slightly  upward,  nails  tapping  gently  against  the  surface  she  leaned  against.  ❝   It’s  been  quite  some  time,  soldado.  It’s  been  what?  A  couple  centuries?   ❞   María  made  no  effort  to  move  from  her  spot,  though  vibrant  ruby  colored  eyes  stay  focused  on  the  other  opposite  to  her.  ❝   I  never  quite  expected  our  reunion  to  be  this  . . .  fortuito.   ❞ 

@empaath​  /  starter  call

[newbrn-moved]

“you think--- something is wrong with you? because of... bella?” because an hour into a newborn life, she’d been able to steer away from a drop of blood? because she wasn’t a frenzied catastrophe? bree’s brow furrows and draws a crease, her head slowly beginning to whip left and right, dyed curls bouncing. golden eyes meet with jasper’s. she almost looks angry, but the energy wafting all of her is hardly the upset he’s so familiar to tasting from everyone else. it’s disbelief. disappointment. and in it, a blossoming determination swelling with every ticking second because there is nothing wrong with her brother. “because she’s well controlled? jasper, that... doesn’t make sense.”

// @empaath​ gets that started we plotted ages ago. c: 

[vangoldn]

                  ‘   it must be nice to have   such a big    family   .   ‘   she comments--- sometimes it felt   lonely   just being with her   brother   and their   father  .    of course  ,   she had her  secret  werewolf  lover   waylon  ,    and she loved spending time with him  ,  but she’d never   admit   that to her   family   ,    let alone the rest of her   own kind   .     she hates that saying--- her   own kind  .  it felt so   limiting   ,  you know  ?  and for what  ?  for some old   folklore  ?   hellooooo   ,   get with the times  ,   vampires  !    ‘  i just have my   brother   ,   and he doesn’t say much  .  you don’t seem to   say much   either   ,   so i guess that’s why i’m  talking to you  .  ‘  emelie never had much of a   filter  .   she was   honest   ,     apart from her   secrets  ,   but she figures everybody's got secrets    .    /   @empaath​   ,   greeter   .  

[sacredvein]

@empaath | continued.

“You don’t say.” Laurent scoffs under his breath, his hand a marble bar against the other vampire’s chest, pinioning him in place. He knows the familiar face of that empty-eyed beast, the chasm of hunger yawning in them. Some among their thirsting tribe may slake themselves on the gamey, clotted blood of animals - but it is only mitigation. He knows the golden eyes - in the end, all the blackened, hungry maw. Do not forget what it is you crave.

Laurent - older, so much older - aims to steer him away with as much gentleness as he can muster, feeling the quivering, tense muscles flexioning under his touch. His tone is light; facetiously cheerful, accent lilting. “Let’s find you Bambi’s mother, yes?”

[the-galaxy-savers]

"I can feel other's feelings but my own confuse me." (For Mantis. @empaath)

"Why do they? Is it because you feel so many that you can't feel right?" @empaathic

[mctherly]

     ღ  @empaath​ ━  ‘ i swear i’m fine! ’

   𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋. It was understandable, they were all on edge after the newborns and the Volturi showing up, all of them still waiting for something to happen even though Alice had assured them it was over. She heard from Edward that Jasper had gotten a few bites, and wanted to see if he was alright, but perhaps she hadn't been the only one. ❛ Okay. I'm just saying, it's okay if you're not... ❜ She whispered, nervously biting her lip, avoiding his eyes.

   Unconsciously, she wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to shield her small frame from something; perhaps from her fear, or the anxiety that threatened to consume her. ❛ Because I am not, Jazz. ❜ Her voice was soft, breaking with the confession. ❛ I'm not fine, and I feel like I'm drowning. ❜ Esme shook her head, trying to keep the rest of her fear under lock and key, not wanting to unleash it all on Jasper.

   ❛ So, it's okay if you want someone to be here with you. If you don't want to be alone. ❜  

[voteno]

&.    @empaath​    prompted:    ❛    you    seem    awfully    chipper    lately,    less    doom    &    gloom.    ❜

     illuminated    flecks    of    gold    SHINE    in    her    gaze    as    eyes    dance    along    the    soft    curves    of    renesmee’s    plump    cheeks    --    since    her    human    years    she    has    had    a    spot    in    her    heart    reserved    for    the    innocence    of    children.    vera’s    son    has    a    CLEAR    image    that    she    holds    in    the    depths    of    her    mind,    visiting    the    past    to    remind    her    lost    soul    of    the    possibilities    that    had    long    faded.    ADORATION    paints    a    normally    pinched    expression    &    joy    trickles    into    the    confines    of    her    chest,    warming    what    she    believed    to    be    encased    in    ice.            ❝            infants     pick     up     on     emotional     cues.            ❞    thin    digits    are    held    tightly    by    the    child’s    grasp,    grounding    the    vampire    FAR    from    the    doom    &    gloom    that    he    alluded    to.    with    her    rapid    growth,    rosalie    was    unsure    of    the    time    which    would    become    an    obvious    restraint    &    she    was    DETERMINED    on    cherishing    each    moment    with    the    small    bundle    tucked    protectively    in    her    hold.    jasper    remained    one    of    the    few    she    ALLOWED    past    the    walls    built    in    defense,    while    the    tale    wove    a    lie    that    claimed    him    as    her    twin,    there    was    still    GRATITUDE    that    he    had    taken    a    name    that    died    with    the    last    of    her    family’s    line.    pulling    the    blanket    closer    to    the    babe’s    pale    skin    as    a    gentle    breeze    rustled    leaves    before    glancing    upward    to    find    his    INTENSE    hues.    ❝            has        the        mutt’s        stench        finally        gotten        to        you        ?            ❞