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blonde head disappears under the jeep’s hood, grease staining marbled skin up to her elbows . despite the fact she’s been at this for hours, working her way through three of her cars & now emmett’s, annoyance practically radiates from lithe frame . bella is somewhere inside the house, no doubt planning the wedding of alice’s dreams, & she wants absolutely no part of that .

sharp hearing picks up on the approach of familiar footsteps / / / the tension in her chest eases just a bit, though she stays bent over his vehicle’s engine . ❛ you needed an oil change, ❜ rosalie explains, as if he can’t see straight through to the real reason she’s hiding out in the garage . ❛ thank me later . ❜

#I don't have Rosalie's icons yet so this will be iconless for now alksfjfa sorry !!#but im excited !!!! let me know if you'd like anything changed !!!#pyresque #pyresque: emmett.#muse: rosalie h.#writing: rosalie h.

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫: @pyresque 𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐟𝐭; 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐤

It was RETICENCE that drained the erstwhile goddess; the tranquility that settled in the crisp evening zephyr was AGGRAVATING to the fool who yearned for S T I M U L A T I O N. The only noise surrounding her was the abhorrently OBNOXIOUS slurping that originated from the chewed straw pressed between those rosy lips. The foolish idealist’s small pink mouth seemingly ravenous for the strawberry fruity delight that proved to be the lone source of her entertainment. Limbs were outstretched just so her feet could dangle mid air as resplendent eyes appeared inquisitive for some P A N D E M O N I U M. And if not, at least an individual to converse with; even the appallingly mundane discourse on the weather seemed enticing in such dire times. Even if the weather had been all but banal for the apparent ‘ WEATHER WITCH ‘ the past week or two. Inky irises inspected the sudden arrival of a STRANGER through her peripheral vision, a GIFT from the heavens overhead strolling on two feet. A sharp inhale of the crisp air permeated the stargazer’s lungs to solidify the courage lingering inside the confines of her bosom before the darling summer child approached the wanderer with a horrifying jest she could not keep inside.

“ Hey, do you think we can talk ? ” A second was granted as an allowance, the all too CHERISHED silence before the STORM. “ Because you seem like a friend l want BERRY much. ” The cup of strawberry milkshake waved at the stranger as if to elaborate. However, the following moment an oof was dispersed in the atmosphere. “ Shit, can I have a do over ? That was cringy ! I promise I have better manners ! I am just BERRY BERRY BORED ! ”

#╰ ☼ 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐒 ━ as warm as the sun as silly as fun ❪ threads ❫#pyresque

♡ ғᴏʀ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ / @pyresque

❝ do you want me to go ? ❞

#• *ﾟ｡☾ edward cullen / interactions.#pyresque

✝ ———- he - it , grips wishbone wrists tight – claws such as reeling hooks ashore , but there is a tamed docility to his rough maneuvering ; almost as though it doesn’t truly seek to do harm , but merely coax a reaction . ❝ i would play hide & seek , truly . but it’s been a very dull & vexing night . ❞ @pyresque / starter call: accepting.

#pyresque #† ╼ ❪ script. : the devil can cite scripture for his purpose. ❫#him tormenting elena ?????? more likely than u think

@pyresque for sam.

whoever he is , she already had her own connection to death , but when he steps into vision , she can feel something about it strengthen. even though power - wise , it made her stronger , emotionally it was holding her hostage. it makes her stomach turn. however , haze barely knows the man , she can't be spewing out things about death. her eyes still contain a glimmer of curiosity & uncertainty. ❝ sorry , i didn't mean to stare … i'm just a little off. again , sorry , hope i didn't offend you. ❞

#let me know if you want something different and/or to plot !#pyresque #verse tbt.

SHE STANDS WITHIN THE MISTS OF tomorrow . mystic falls , her home . she was born there , she was raised there and ultimately --- she knew that she would d i e there . it seemed only fitting to be placed before the headstones etched gilbert upon the granite . beautiful design work clearly chosen by her aunt jenna . she had one of her own .

there weren’t enough flowers to fully decorate her family’s plots anymore .

slowly , with white peonies ( her mother’s favorite ) laid in the dirt , she straightens to her feet . oftentimes this would be ample opportunity for conversation , reflection -- but she knows she’s not alone . ❛ do you visit them often ? ❜ she knows who she’s speaking to before the words escape her lips , a tight lipped smile tugging somewhat forcefully as she glances over her shoulder .