#foughtdeath

[daelupyre]

" _ excuse me , i'm NEW here and kind of LOST . do you think you could possibly HELP me out ? " / @foughtdeath

[battlehymnns]

( song ) stay stay stay by taylor swift @foughtdeath​

she’s not sure if he’s going to leave, only that she’s seen flickers of it. of course it wouldn’t surprise her if he did, she had foreseen that there would be problems convincing him to trust her. still, she had to try something and so she finds herself in front of him, daintily standing on tip toes in an effort to stare straight into his eyes.

‘Stay, stay stay.’ she says quickly, not even noticing herself repeating. she wants to reach out, touch him in some way. her eyes flash forward in time before coming back, a smile on her face. ‘i’ve been loving you for quite some time.’ 

[battlehymnns-a]

the volturi were days away from coming and the house was in an uproar. everyone had declared their sides but there were still tensions. enough to make the small vampire feel stressed and unbalanced. she hated discord amongst her family - even the extended ones. so she found herself hiding out more often than normal - avoiding her duties of being a good hostess as she would have prior to this. besides the avoidance she also couldn’t help but worry - which was nothing that anyone needed right now. 

so she found herself in her garden, admiring the flowers she had planted and tending to the ones suffering in the winter. she found her thoughts came easier to her amongst the dirt and muck and was knelt in the dirt pressing down in the soil when she sensed him. her son probably come to check on her - it seemed they had some sort of schedule where they’d seek her out. of course, with jasper it was hard to know. he never did what was expected.

‘hello darling.’ she mummers as she stands and straightens, turning with a small smile. ‘needed a break too?’ / @foughtdeath 

[exbride]

@foughtdeath​. 

“    i think you’re the only one who agrees with me.”

[delunc]

@foughtdeath​  ||  CARLISLE 

❛   JASPER  ?   ❜            concern  touches  carlisle’s  tone  as  he  stands  on  the  back  lawn  of  their  home  ,  topaz  eyes  focused  on  the  tree  line  where  he  can  see  the  boy  sitting  on  a  branch.            ❛   is  everything  alright  ?   ❜           while  it’s  not  exactly  surprising  for  jasper  to  be  a  recluse  ,  it  was  odd  for  him  to  be  away  from  his  family  for  too  long.         not  one  to  pry  ,  he  won’t  bring  up  how  he’s  pretty  positive  he  heard  alice  &  the  blonde  arguing  before.   

[cornerhaunt-a]

❝     I  FIXED  YOUR  SWEATER  FOR  YOU  --------     i  know  how  much  you  enjoy  this  one.     ❞            a  gentle  smile  curves  the  immortal’s  lips  as  she  holds  up  the  sweater  ,  patched  so  well  it’s  hard  to  tell  it  wasn’t  brand  new.           ❝      i  saw  it  in  the  trash   ...    i  hope  you  don’t  mind  me  saving  it.    ❞

  └   ESME  ||  @foughtdeath​

[rv118a]

❛❛  are  you  sure  this  is  gonna  work  ?  i  mean  .  .  .  the  last  few  go  rounds  you’ve  had  with  it  haven’t  really  been  .  .  .  successful.  ❜❜

@foughtdeath​  //  sc.

[altarcup]

 ﹙   ＊   ﹚      &*  @foughtdeath​       ʳᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐⁱˢᵉᵈ  ᵛᵃᵐᵖ  ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ.

​          ❛❛  jasper.  ❜❜       everything  hinges  on  possibility.    the  notion  that  if  someone,    somewhere  were  to  drop  a  marble  and  watch  it  roll       [   . . .   ]       any  number  of  things  could  change.    one  misstep  can  end  a  fragile  human  life  and  erase  with  it  each  possible  outcome.

alice  can’t  remember,    but  she  can  picture  it    :    a  little  girl  with  glossy  braids    ‒‒‒‒    running,    tripping,    falling.    falling  to  her  death.    or  him    ( from  what  she  learned )    :    young  and  sun‒touched  and  tough  like  tanned  hides.    trampled  by  a  horse  or  hit  by  a  stray  bullet.    cut  down  before  the  golden  hours  where  their  pain  and  loss  could  gather  into  something  meaningful.

her  feet  dangle  a  couple  inches  above  the  ground,    excess  fabric  flapping  with  movement.​          ❛❛  do  you  know       [   . . .   ]       how  often  fate  changes?    the  littlest  things  can  . . .  ❜❜       and  she  motions  with  delicate  hands    ;    forms  a  fist,    then  spreads  bejewelled  fingers.    gleeful  with  the  knowledge  of  how  they  barely  made  it  here    ‒‒‒‒    but  made  it  nonetheless.