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[pseudoimmortal]

The cup before him sat full, untouched by it's owner. The drink - unfulfilled in it's purpose - gradually lost the steam that hovered above it as it cooled to room temperature. It was a waste, and Brook was hesitant to waste, but they were docked at an island, and tea was never something they ran out of quickly. 

"Coming in late, aren't you?" Brook asked as the door opened, light filling the previously dark room. Were he to have eyes, the sudden light may have blinded him, but that problem had long since stopped being a problem. "Not that I am to judge, of course." He added quickly, soft laughter the base of his words. "I would be out too if there was somewhere I wanted to be. So if you may, I would love to hear what called you away from our dear ship so late."

[exceptionstoeveryrule]

"Don't stop on my account." Esme finally smiled after the pause in the music. "Really, you have such a lovely voice." 

[exceptionstoeveryrule]

"You'd think they'd never learned the word 'chore.'" She remarked, tone light. She had always taken an odd enjoyment in the distraction of work, though there was little work to be done in the household. "One of these days, I might just decide to make a list."

[exceptionstoeveryrule]

clumsynomore:

Bella shook her head, staring down at the painting.  She wasn’t artistic enough to ever try and take up the craft.  Even though Edward had told her before that Esme was a skilled painter, she was surprised to see how good she was.  She still had so much to learn about her new family, and she took a seat, although she didn’t attempt to join in.  “I’d just mess it up.  I’ve never been good at this sort of thing.”

"What's the fun of doing something you're good at?" Esme told her softly, smiling. Esme adjusted the paints and supplies patiently, automatically tidying the area as best she could, though it was a lost cause for now. Watercolors weren't known for their cleanliness. "I won't force you to join in if you have no desire to, but I'm sure your additions would only add to this little thing's value." With that, Esme selected two brushes, offering one to Bella.

[exceptionstoeveryrule]

Her movements had been sneaky - steps fast and silent as she made her way to her daughter's room. Esme's smile stretched across her face, her eyes crinkling with mirth. As soon as she reached her destination, her knuckles rapped against the door quickly. 

"Oh, Gabriella." She sang softly, waiting patiently for her adopted daughter to open the door. With Renesmee safe in her parent's capable care, the Cullen matriarch had little on her already open agenda. The opportunity for a shopping trip was far too appealing to pass up. 

[exceptionstoeveryrule]

"Have you heard of that new game - Flappy Bird, I believe. I almost want to try it."