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.... jᥲᥒᥱ smιᥣᥱd ᥲt mᥱ, the bright, happy smile of an 𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑, and suddenly 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎. — strictly book & headcanon based with many divergences. 𝚋𝚢 𝚛𝚘́𝚒𝚜𝚒́𝚗 ( 26, she/they ) #WITHC – docs tbd. please see rules on @pyshcic for now, but generally the biggest flag is that i have a firm policy against shipping. NOTE: ONLY USING BETA EDITOR. exclusive with @vampryr's alec.

#𝖎. pinned. 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜. 𝖜𝖎𝖈𝖈𝖊 : anti-smeyer. ◝ ✞#LOW ACTIVITY.

praive

for a moment he looks as if he might say something, but he says nothing. again the silence falls over them; he stands, listening to the breaths of the girl upstairs, moving in and out of her lungs. it's at that point he realizes what he had really been doing was stalling, all this time staving off the inevitable. with an enormous effort, feeling not the least bit comforted by alice's sentiment, he leaves.

ITALY , TUSCANY . 12:34AM.

" - how i am really isn't that interesting . " he is disgusted by her, openly so, and exhausts no energy to pretend otherwise. he was not afraid of her, as perhaps he should have been. he regarded her as nothing more or less than a dog, one which was under the spell of its master, blindly obedient.

“ no, i never thought so. ” the smile she wears is unmistakably forced, in the style of a child asked to sit too long for a portrait. this conversation is tedious, a sentiment which she imagine is shared between the two of them, but she figured he would hold more patience for niceties. forgive her for asking a simple question. “ it's hardly ever any different, anyway. that unmistakeable brood... what else is there to catch up on, then, let's see –– is the girl still breathing? ” she's already begun to turn and walk him in the direction of the volturi's residences, upon, of course, the orders of aro. his fascination with this boy was astounding –– ungentle seething grips at the pit of her stomach as she immediately drops her smile when her face is turned.

at the mention of bella he becomes furious, a fire lighting briefly in his eyes as the pair stare forward, walking together ceremoniously. he was careful to not let it reach his expression, which came across apparently indifferent. " the girl? " he muses, as if he could not himself remember her name. he seems to consider it, knowing it would be foolish, reckless even, to deny knowing this girl all together existed. he speaks to her as an adult might humor the mindless questions of a child. " i believe she is. "

they enter a room which seems to transform reality into an archaic time, a time of candelabras and great arched windows and walls made from mounds of pale earth. a collection of thrones lay before them on a marble platform led up by a short staircase, belonging to the insidious shapes of the volturi. aro sat proudly at their head, gazing down at edward from his island with a peculiar yet familiar smile that seemed oddly affectionate. he attempts to mask his discomfort. " jane , " their leader calls out admonishingly. " be kind to our guest. he has come a long way to see us. "

withc

it was almost a shame that she'd turned away for his reaction, it was a certainty that jane would delight in the apparent boiling of his temper –– she held a special contempt for these pacifists (a word thought cruelly, with a punchiness to the 'p'). “ believe. ” she wonders fleetingly if he had any confidence that such noncommittal language would make any difference at all when faced by aro's palm. idiot. another passing consideration, one which brought her a bit of joy as it came to her, was that she could be as cruel as she desired in her thoughts, and it would ring loudly to him all the same, as if it were spoken word. “ that's a shame. ” spoken quietly, and only just as their scenery changes and they enter the interior of the volturi's domain, allowing little room for retort.

“ oh, i am as kind as ever, naturally. making polite conversation, ” she says to aro, the practiced smile returning in an awkward display of amiability. aro's own smile is one which feels much less practiced, him being so clever at frivolities. but behind it is a flash of something sincere and nearly vicious, just for a short and instant moment. at aro's warning, jane bows her head, making meticulous effort not to let slip a furrow of her brow. with a gentle gait which appears almost to float across the room, jane takes her place by alec, the pair of them standing just feet behind aro as looming watch dogs, examining the every move of both edward and their master.

“ - and trust i'm grateful for you saving me the trip, ” he continues on, as if jane hadn't spoken a wod. “ i can't say i've had any urges to visit, ah –– washington, isn't it ... ” there's an air of condescension as aro speaks the name, though he appears to be attempting at showing genuine interest. at this, alec and jane both share a mirrored smirk. “ i had almost suspected there to be ... more, in your party. i'd heard some whispers of a new attachment. ” jane and alec's glares glue perfectly towards edward, a shared distrust gravitating in his direction, while aro's stare is fixated solidly on the door as he speaks, anticipating carlisle's own entry, the olympian patriarch himself. “ is that right? ”

#praive #GOD I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE ...#gave a lil aro bc frankly i think jane is #gonna shut up for a decent while LMAO

⤳ @praive, 𝘦𝘥𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯, asked: ‹ how i am isn't really that interesting. ›

“ no, i never thought so. ” the smile she wears is unmistakably forced, in the style of a child asked to sit too long for a portrait. this conversation is tedious, a sentiment which she imagine is shared between the two of them, but she figured he would hold more patience for niceties. forgive her for asking a simple question. “ it's hardly ever any different, anyway. that unmistakeable brood... what else is there to catch up on, then, let's see –– is the girl still breathing? ” she's already begun to turn and walk him in the direction of the volturi's residences, upon, of course, the orders of aro. his fascination with this boy was astounding –– ungentle seething grips at the pit of her stomach as she immediately drops her smile when her face is turned.

#praive #lemme get this girlie's voice back jesus christ #HIIIEEEE #yeah she's just nasty sorry