❛ @sfregiati ╾ 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵.
if it was strange, carlisle did not know. it had been too long since the strange, foreign fear of this life passed, leaving behind only a strange familiarity. there was no great love now in his life that had not been gained in much blood, and, noble though he may try to be, there was yet no great virtue without vice.
laurent’s coming to their life had been tumultuous, at best, but forgiveness was given in boughs for those who asked of it. warmth had been extended to laurent, now become family by a friendship immeasurable. and though, in their ranks, there were surely some old tensions, they were outnumbered in the kindnesses given unto him by the heads of the family.
❝ — you helped my family, ❞ said smiling, remarking on the quick forgiveness allowed to the other. ❝ and now you’re part of it. if you ever need us, all you have to do is ask. though, i will say; you might find your new diet trickier if you want to visit too often. we do still have some still-breathing visitors, time and time. ❞