"i'm not dead." which is a lie in itself, and rosalie really isn't selling it with herself on the floor, gentle curls splayed against the hardwood floor. "the sun is too bright."
edward stands casually by the doorway, gaze fixed on rosalie with a mixture of concern and amusement. the corners of his mouth twitch slightly, a rare hint of a smile playing on lips. “ rosalie, ” he begins, voice calm yet laced with humor. “ you look like a human version of those bear-skin rugs. and trust me, you’re not doing our reputation any favors. i bet hunters imagine this is what we’ve got decorating our floors. ” // @reputalie
