#empatheis

[roseguided-a]

@empatheis​ ASKED ,   ▨ - 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙚

          𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐃 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖 ,  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑━𝐁𝐔𝐓 , 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 for when they really leave your life for good.    the concept of death is one she understood ,  but one renesmee had some reassurance she’d only face a few times in her entire life  &&   for the forever that followed.    everyone close to her , save a handful now ,   were    𝙸𝙼𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙻   && no longer , or hadn’t in some time , faced the finality of death.    she knew her mother , her father , her aunts   /    uncles  && grandparents would live forever with her , but charlie . . charlie wouldn’t.      ;        the time had come , or so the doctors had told them ,  where they couldn’t do any more for her grandfather━he wasn’t getting better since falling ill several weeks prior &&  such a state on his weakened ,  grey  body had taken it’s toll past the point of recovery.    (    endlessly her grandpa cullen worked to try to find some solution that might save charlie ,  give him a few more years in the least , but even her grandpa couldn’t help !   renesmee knew then how sever it was && what she , her mother , && by extension , everyone else would have to endure.   )      she’d held it together for as much as she could as the monitors were switches off ,  eyes glued to his features . . how he looked as if he were simply   𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩.     

            a heaviness settles in her chest as a silence falls over the room , body moving away from her mother && the arm wrapped ‘round her shoulders.   hand shakes in the slightest as charlie’s is taken in her own ,  he was still warm ,  before she leans own && presses a gentle kiss to his forehead.   body is quick to turn && leave the room ,  a sudden && impending wave of sadness washes over her as she leaned against nearest wall that was farthest away from his hospital room.   tears cascade down reddened cheeks ,  hand gripping hand railing so tight knuckles turn white.    then , she feels a presence behind her && slowly the youngest cullen turned to see her    𝖚𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖊 𝖏𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗 !      silently she looks to him with tears in her eyes before she wraps her arms ‘round him in need of comforting.    the quiet sobs come easily ,   heart still wishing it weren’t true.  head shakes in the slightest ,  ❝  it’s not fair , uncle jasper.  it’s not fair !  ❞

[jennifercheck-a]

❝                      feel  my  heart .               i          think          it’s          broken .                      ❞

@empatheis​ .

[hailrosa-aa]

                                 how  many  times  have  the  cullens  moved  around  ?  rosalie  had  lost  track  .  but  with  her  brother  getting  involved  with  a  h u m a n  ,  she  knew  it’d  only  be  a  matter  of  time  before  they  had  to  pack  everything  up  .  her  body  plops  itself  on  the  couch  ,  legs  propping  themselves  in  her  twins  lap  ,  as  she  turns  the  pages  on  the  realtor  section  of  the  newspaper  .  “  do  you  think  we  should  live  in  massachusetts  this  time  ?  ”  perhaps  the  whole  witch  vibes  salem  ,  MA  had  could  mask  their  appearance  .  @empatheis​  ||  ♡

[wldbirds]

THE FLASH OF AN ANKLE ,AS IT DANGLES IN THE AIR . as she turns it ,  it catches light by the moon , a single silvery scar kisses her skin  .  the silent creature watches him , from her roost amongst the branches ;  for that is how she spends most of her time , WATCHING , WAITING . with eyes like hers ,  covered in a milky film . another siege today ; a victory , and for the restlessness in the camp had quelled , each pleased with the outcome , though the question remained , of who would be culled tonight .  regardless , someone would have to die , for some invisible failing , or maria’s  displeasure .  the numbers swelled and depleted ,  swelled and waned . 

she played her own part then -- they always underestimated her size , but alice knew by now , what to do . she was the element of surprise , that turned the tide of the battle .  how she ducked and weaved unseeingly in their midst , how efficient she was ,  how graceful .  NO , SHE WOULD NEVER BE CULLED . far too valuable an asset .    

a tremor shakes the branches ; the tree shivers .  THE WIND IS CHANGING .  this alice knows . practised feet enable her to keep her balance -- she likes taking her place amongst the trees , hiding herself amongst the foliage .  but their leader  may not be so lucky .  it seemed this win only kept her sated for a short time , already she was making plans to advance ; there was a coven further north , that held a sizeable piece of land . alice sees it in her mind’s eyes , the lines of battle drawn in red .  but how long --  the girl wonders -- how long can they be bred on this appetite of violence ?  the restlessness had settled , but it would resurface , like a rising wave .  already, the pieces were falling in place . just a moon ago two had left , snuck away in the cover of night .  friends of the major’s . they had left , and they would come back .  just a little longer . 

she knows he is there -- she has come to recognise his movements .  far more fluid than the rest , quicker too ,  aggressive . like a snake in the grass , waiting to strike .  her lips tug into a smile ,  she calls out , a single , discordant sound .   “   --     major .  “  /  @empatheis​

[eldeir]

@empatheis​​‘s  plotted  starter;

               there are sensors       around the edge of her property  ,  so they can track who’s coming and going  ,  though with so many keen ears and eyes  ,  they’re almost obsolete  .  her feet are bare when she comes down the dirt path and into sight  ,  a white linen day dress swirls around her ankles  .  her blonde hair is loose and curls to her hips  ,  so unlike the current fashion  .  one of her progenies  ,  a willful man named broq  ,  told her that he’d met a man that once belonged to the mexican coven and had fought in their wars  ,  that he might be coming for visit  .  “  welcome jasper  ,  ”  valora greets him at the edge of her property  ,  somehow knowing where the line between the outside world and her’s met  .  “  broq told me you’d met  ,  he thought he might have piqued your interest about our life here  .  ”  from where they stand  ,  she knows he can just see the very top of her home over the trees and bushes  .  it’s a curiosity  ,  she knows that by now  .

[spymade-a]

@empatheis​   liked   for   a   thing  !

      “   your   eyes   are   really   unique.   did   anyone   ever   tell   you   that  ?  ”  the   words   spill   from   his   lips   before   he   can   stop   them,   lips   curving   in   a   half   smile,   gaze   dropping   from   the   other’s   face.  “  i   apologise,   that   wasn’t   very   professional   of   me.  ”

[shxyme]

the  entire  drive  home  was  something  of  a  blur  as  she  thought  about  the  next  day.  had  she  made  a  mistake?  was  this  a  date?  was  she  thinking  too  much  about  if  it  was  a  date  or  not?  yes,  but  was  it  a  date?  sure,  shay  was  full  of  southern  hospitality  but  since  the  move  to  forks  she  hadn’t  really  opened  herself  up  to  people  here.  they  didn’t  seem  like  bad  people,  but  this  wasn’t  home.  and  even  back  home,  people  hadn’t  really  always  been  the  nicest  to  her  either..  maybe  taming  herself  down  was  the  best  way  to  go  about  this  new  life.  she  didn’t  necessarily  like  not  being  genuine,  but  then  again,  she’d  always  be  lying  to  someone.  pretending  to  be  normal.  

when  she  got  home,  her  mouth  was  finishing  dinner  in  the  kitchen.  a  kitchen  that  she  was  still  trying  to  talk  her  mother  into  painting  a  color  that  wasn’t  the  bright  sunshine  yellow  it  currently  was.  anything  less  abrasive  at  six  in  the  morning  when  she  woke  up  to  get  ready  for  the  day.  morning  had  never  been  shay’s  favorite  time,  only  that  now  she  needed  a  routine.  her  mother  said  routines  were  good  for  people  like  her,  but  shay  was  beginning  to  think  her  previous  routine  was  the  better  one.  getting  up  at  ten  instead  of  six.  eating  whatever  she  wanted  whenever  she  wanted.  but,  in  some  ways  the  new  routine  had  been  making  her  feel  better. 

she  still  found  herself  making  a  face  at  the  yellow  paint,  but  she’d  get  used  to  it.  kind  conversation,  occasionally  giggling,  and  bites  of  still  hot  red  beans  is  how  her  dinner  went.  she  mentioned  her  plan  to  get  coffee  with  the  boy  who  occasionally  assisted  their  history  professor  to  her  mother,  marilyn.  and  was  welcomed  with  a  smile  from  the  other.  shay  could  tell  how  it  relaxed  marilyn  a  bit  to  know  that  shay  was  at  least  trying  to  make  new  friends  here.  and  in  some  way,  she  almost  wanted  to  thank  jasper  for  that.  for  giving  her  some  way  to  make  her  mom  worry  less.  even  if  he  didn’t  know  he  had  done  that  at  all.  she  spent  an  hour  trying  to  pick  out  an  outfit.  she  wasn’t  accustomed  to  the  weather  here  yet,  and  she  found  herself  reaching  for  a  simple  cardigan  and  jeans.  but  her  yellow  rain  boots  will  match  the  yellow  scrunchie  she  keeps  on  her  wrist  to  use  to  keep  her  brain  wavy  locks  out  of  her  face.  ironic  that  she’d  been  complaining  about  yellow  earlier.  

she  wakes  up  a  bit  later  than  intended,  having  turned  over  and  hit  her  alarm  clock  to  give  herself  another  ten  minutes  of  rest.  ten  minutes  had  turned  into  two  hours  and  now  it’s  eight  o’clock  and  she  knows  he’d  said  he’d  meet  her  at  nine.  she  curses  herself  for  being  up  too  late  the  night  before  trying  to  figure  out  what  to  wear.  feet  hit  the  floor,  and  she’s  grabbing  her  clothes  and  heading  for  the  shower.  forty  five  minutes  later,  she’s  stepping  out  looking  fresh  with  only  slightly  still  drying  hair,  bb  cream,  a  bit  of  blush  and  a  coat  of  lipgloss.  almost  taking  two  stairs  at  a  time,  she  slides  into  the  kitchen  to  grab  a  mcintosh  apple  and  yells  a  quick  goodbye  to  her  mother  in  the  living  room.  she  has  to  be  careful  going  down  the  steps  so  that  she  doesn’t  fall  from  the  dampness  that  sticks  to  everything  here.  thank  goodness  forks  was  relatively  small,  so  forks  outfitters  wasn’t  far.  she  gets  there  with  about  five  minutes  to  spare,  apple  nothing  but  the  core  left  absentmindedly  in  the  passenger  seat  when  she  gets  out.  following  the  signs  toward  the  espresso  area,  she  sees  his  arm  wave  and  automatically  she  smiles  when  she  sees  his  face.  he’d  actually  shown  up?  ‘  uh,  yeah,  i  almost  slept  too  well.  i  was  almost  late,  sorry  about  that.  ’  she  spends  a  moment  pondering  the  menu  and  decides  on  a  cold  caramel  coffee  that  probably  has  so  much  sugar  she’ll  get  a  rush  and  a  four  cheese  stuffed  mini  bagel.  ‘  do  you  want  anything  to  eat?  ‘,  she  asks  softly.

@empatheis​

[wldbirds]

“     --     𝑱𝑨𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑹 . 𝑱𝑨𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑹.  i  won’t  call  you  by  that  other  name , anymore .  i promise .  never again .  you’re  just  jasper  to  me  . “   / @empatheis​  . sc