#joham: thread.

[qucndam-blog]

@wisechildrcn { any }

Sunglasses shielding merlot eyes, Joham sat slumped at one of the outside tables of the local coffee house, a rapidly cooling untouched cup of coffee in front of him. A copy of the Seattle Times hung loosely between his fingers. “You don’t make a very effective window, you know. You’re blocking the light.” He commented as a shadow fell over his table.

[qucndam-blog]

@desircbles { any }

With each day that crawled by at a snail’s pace in Forks, Joham grew more and more fed up of the place. Perhaps this explained why the Cullens were so dull. “Is there actually anything to do here or should I just cut my losses and decide to go at this Thoreau’s Walden style?”

[qucndam-blog]

Stepping out of the cab, Joham adjusted the sunglasses that shielded his burgundy eyes. The ride down from the Port Angeles airport had been painful, the driver nattering away with suggestions on what to do in the area. As if Joham was interested. Suitcases at his feet, he handed the driver a crumpled pair of bills. “So this is Forks.” He scoffed, eyes scanning around the immediate area. This dreary little town was what had been causing such a stir? “My, my, am I disappointed.”

[qucndam-blog]

@desircbles { nahuel }

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you were avoiding me.” Joham commented as he sat down beside his son. 

[qucndam-blog]

@handlcsmyself { jennifer }

“How long are you planning on staying here exactly? The only thing of mild interest around here are the wolves and even then we can’t go near them lest they see it as an attack. And then there’s the Volturi... I understand that you are young, but are you not concerned by them at all? I’ve done so well to avoid them over the centuries...”

[qucndam-blog]

joham tag dump