the only hope for me is you

                 “Mako-chan?”

                She stopped midstride, turning to peer at her friend, confusion clear on her face. “Wait, but… If you’re here… WAIT AM I ACTUALLY NOT LATE TO A MEETING FOR ONCE?!?!”

↳  bella  bit  down  on  her  lip.  both  so  painfully  shy,  still  squeezing  answers  out  of  each  other.  although  her  mother  called  her  an  open  book,  edward  insisted  she  was  difficult  to  read.  now  of  course  she  knew  why,  but  the  reality  puzzled  her.  to  add  insult  to  injury,  bella  could  never  get  a  straightforward  answer  from  him.  might  as  well  try  to  push  what  she  really  wants,  to  ensure  they  would  be  together  forever.   ❛  how  will  you  cope  when  i’m  gone  then  ?  ❜    she  asked.  it  was  not  speculative  or  rhetorical;  it  was meant  seriously.  its   focus  was  predictable,  too  often  putting  the  concerns  of  others  over  herself,  though  bella  couldn’t  fathom  it.   if  he  was  being  sincere,  that  she  was  his  reason  for  being,  then  he  would  reach  an  impasse  upon  her  departure.  and  her  mind  went  to  the  most  somber  thought,  the  one  way  she’d  ever  leave  him.   ❛  when  i   die,  somehow  -     inevitably.  unless  you  turn  me.  ❜    just  as  predictable,  always  egging  him  on  to  bless  her  with  the  gift  of  his  kind,  of  the  cullens.

ARGUING STARTERS.   ACCEPTING.

❝      no.  no  way.  not  happening.     ❞     (     @hopesought​    /     edward.     )

❝     why  not?  are  you  that  scared  of  alice  on  a  shopping  trip?     ❞     she  retorts,  and  then  rolls  her  eyes         it’s  a  rather  typical  gesture  for  her,  one  that  rosalie  knows  won’t  help  her  case,  but  she  does  it  anyway.  her  arms  fold  over  her  middle,  features  setting  into  an  impatient  pout.     ❝     why  did  you  even  agree  to  come  along  then?     ❞     sitting  in  her  parked  car  in  a  near  empty  lot,  she  avoids  edward’s  gaze,  glancing  between  her  dashboard  and  the  entrance  of  the  store  that  jasper,  emmett,  and  alice  had  gone  into  minutes  earlier.  she  knows  that  the  rest  will  probably  be  wondering  where  the  two  of  them  are,  and  about  edward’s  apparent  disinterest  in  going  into  the  store.  rosalie  hadn’t  intended  on  going  along  with  them  either,  at  first,  but  the  change  of  scenery  was  much  appreciated,  as  was  any  chance  to  drive  her  car.  and,  with  all  going  on         rosalie  had  figured  that  more  distance  between  her  and  her  brother,  even  if  only  for  half  a  day  would  be  wise.  so,  she  had  only  half  expected  edward  to  go  along  with  them.  her  tone  turns  less  kind,  then,  and  mildly  suspicious.     ❝     what?  do  you  not  trust  us  anymore  now  that  she’s  around?    ❞

   at his words, elizabeth had half a mind to slap his face then and there. he was always so idiotically stubborn and though she loved him more than anything else in this world or the next, she hated the way that he frowned upon himself. however, she kept her hand still upon his cheek. “william turner, listen to me: you are not a monster. you did what you had to do, we all did. you are not half of anything, do you hear me?” the hand on his cheeks moved to run through his hair. “you may not be the same, but how could you be? i didn’t expect you to be. be kind to yourself, love. this is the time to heal.”

   bram made a mental note to have a strongly worded discussion with leah about simon’s inability to handle his alcohol. she was too persuasive at times and now she left him to deal with simon’s shenanigans. he couldn’t help the eye roll at his boyfriend’s question. it was an over exaggeration to say the least. a hand went to ruffle the ‘old man’s hair. “feels the same as it did yesterday, babe.”

 ↳  usually  bella  reciprocated  hugs  in  an  awkward  manner,  either  bracing  her  arms  at  her  sides  or  stumbling  into  it.   simply  put,  she  didn’t  know  how  to  respond  to  touch.  although  she  had  been  so  starved  of  it  for  months  now,  prompting  her  to  practically  jump  up  and  wrap  herself  around  him.   she  rested  her  head  on  his  shoulder  and  exhaled.  he  smelled  like  the  sea.  like  innocence  and  happiness.  a  neutrality.  bella  needed  this  more  than  she  thought.   ❛   hey.   ❜   she  said,  brows  knitting  and  forming  the  tight  ‘v’  in  between  them .  ❛   i’m  not  that  pale.   ❜   though  perhaps  staying  inside  for  weeks  merited  her  change  in  pigment.   she  had  kept  the  blinds  closed,  the  blanket  over  her  head.   but  already  bella  found  a  type  of  comfort  in  hearing  another  voice  that  didn’t  belong  to  charlie  or  sang  the  melody  of  a  wallowing  song.  invigorated  by  his  playfulness,  the  girl  nodded,  eager  to  seek  out  adventure.   ❛   let’s  go.   ❜    

Slapping the filthy hands away. Sailor Mars put herself, between her king and their old enemy, as his shield to protect him. “Stay away from him…” Her action, of course, enrages Queen Beryl. “In the presence of your beloved King, I will let it slide…” Queen Beryl’s only glare at Mars before turning her attention to the King. “King Endymion, join me…” She beacons him. “I’m revived by a thoughtful benefactor, who too granted me an immense power. A power that is far greater than Queen Metaria. Enough to rival against the Silver Crystal…” Reaching her hand out to him. “So, witness my power!” Raising up both of her hands. The witch displays a portion of the power that was granted to her. Life around them turns to silence, as the woman shroud the temple ground into darkness. And being so close to the source. Mars found herself on her knees. Feeling suddenly so drain and weaken. Soon, fear grip hold of her. Being reminded how the power almost mirrors to Sailor Galaxia.  “With this, I’ll make you a better and powerful king. That you shall rule for eternity….” 

[ tagging | @hopesought​ ]

               Tuxedo Mask’s stomach sunk as Sailor Mars stepped in between he and Queen Beryl--he knew that because he was the King his life was technically of more importance, but that had never settled well with the man when he had always been, and always felt that he was the protector of the Sailor Scouts and not the other way around as was determined by their assignments. He resists the natural urge to refute this change, to step between them but knows it would be futile. 

                “Sorry! ‘scuse me, ‘scuse me, coming through!”

↳    a    miracle.    a  divine  intervention  likened  to  isabella  swan,  an  ordinary  girl.  an    ordinary  human.  she  had  never  received  the  comparison   before,  let  alone  thought  of  herself  in  that  regard.  and  while  charlie  would  do  anything  to  protect  bella,  loved  with  all  his  heart,  teen  angst  combined  with  frequent,  near  death  accidents  made  the  label  of  handful  more  akin.  save  renee,  who  viewed  bella  as  a  ball  and  chain,  more  acquaintance  than  daughter.  so  to  have  edward  cullen  think  of  her  as  a  miracle,  a  gift  from  a  higher  power,  inexplicable  and  extraordinary,  seemed  contrary  to  reality.  here  he  was,  a  beautiful,  ageless  vampire           and  she  was  somehow  the  phenomenon.  bella  intertwined  their  fingers,  now  used  to  the  tingle  of  cold,  which  should  repulse  her,  but  instead  drew  her  closer.  a  stifled  laugh  escapes  parted  lips  as  she  nuzzled  closer  against  his  chest.  ❛    i  find  that  hard  to  believe.    ❜    she  answered,  just  as  quietly.