✧*ﾟ ´ COLD BITCH !!

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        ‘  let me take a look...  ’    she urges the girl closer, GENTLE hands plucking the child from the muddied ground and into loving embrace. tender cheek rests upon head of tightly knit curls, peering above the lush of ebon frizz to the blood beading at tawny flesh, arm securing clementine upon her lap.    ‘  does it hurt?  ’

         HEARTY CHUCKLE warms a melody against lover’s cheek, palms smoothing over the curve of her hips, her nose gliding along the soft of woman’s ear. breath tickles, eyes fluttering close as the plush of velvet lips linger upon her flesh, shaping a delicate smile.    ‘  i know.  ’    she breathes, voice a subtle breeze, caressing golden skin with the very same DEVOTION promised in every touch. 

head rests upon the nest of disarranged umber locks, PEACE washing over her – morning sun kissing golden cheeks.    ‘  …and i love you.  ’

              WITH CHEEK NESTLED upon his shoulder, she’s embraced in safety, the assurance of everlasting devotion – his very arms her ARMOR to the world. she follows each step, wishing for music to never end, to follow him just like this forever. never had she felt so at peace with vulnerability, more open despite lingering stares. to promise herself to a man before the world was a feat for the girl caged within her fear; but to allow herself seen like this? soft. DEFENSELESS… this was something new entirely. 

head lifts, kind dusky eyes resting upon the face of her husband – the face of the future she had assumed stolen by the very thieves who stripped LIFE from her lungs. lips shape a smile, far too sweet for the likes of rosalie hale ; and yet, the perfect fit for mrs. rosalie mccarty... gaze lingers, admiring freckles of light dancing upon the soft of his cheeks, the glitter of lazy grin -- his eyes. head falls again, returning to it’s HOME nestled between neck and shoulder, the perfect place to for lips to caress, to whisper:    ‘  i love you.  ’

♦ : slow dancing

      METALLIC SCENT hits stronger than the misery he carries upon his shoulders -- storms brewing in place of son’s usual shinning smile, calling mother forward. loving palms rest upon the soft of his cheeks, fingers resting upon tarnished flesh, bruised -- blemished by a cut, dripping upon slender fingers, careful to keep harm from tender cheek.    ‘  who did this... ?  ’    anger BOILS, the return of a wrath she keeps buried so deep daring a reveal at the wake of an injured child -- but despite the VENOM which leaked into every vowel, mother’s touch carries little. soft and loving, fingers caress his cheeks -- assuring gentle nature the PROMISE of safety...

        SUPPLE CHEEK leans into the soft of a tender kiss, adoring golden flesh, freshly dewed by copper tears. sorrows are lifted the moment lips ascend, returning to the HEAVEN of esme’s loving being, taking with it the very remnants of AGONY. she shapes a smile, a luminous sight breaking the clouds which shadowed rosalie’s mind. head falls, cheek longing for the very warmth reserved for her MOTHER’S liking, resting upon the soft of her shoulder. fingers weave between the other’s, hand cradled upon her lap, PEACE washing beauty clean of returning grief. she’s left with nothing but the gracious silence of understanding – a welcomed break from DARK reminder. 

♢ : Forehead or cheek kisses