hybrid heart flutters quickly as it usually does - only in forks for a few days and she hasn’t seen much , preferring to lock herself in her small rental home . it’s not the she didn’t want to explore the town , she did , but she always fears exposing herself - that any second she could have the desire to drink someone’s blood , that they’d be that irresistible to her . graceful steps carried her down the street , passing shops and people - she had to remember not to go too fast .
crystal blue eyes landed on a shop window , fixating on a delicate and extravagant looking necklace - fitted with rubies and sapphire , a teardrop diamond in the middle . it was certainly real , she’d been around long enough to be able to tell the different between real and fake . ❛ how beautiful - ❜ she said , her french accent still present after years of traveling . the necklace seemed out of place here , of all places . ❛ what’re you doing in this little town … ❜
the town was exquisitely boring, though boring was a fine word to describe his entire existence. forks was just another place in the world, different from volterra, but it didn’t make a true difference. very little would, at this point. he was only passing near the little shop, only to be disturbed by the sudden words of someone. his eyes went to the necklace that was clearly the object piquing the girl’s interest. “ a family heirloom, most likely. “ his words pierced the silence, though their tone was utterly disinterested. “ pieces like that rarely end up in places like this for any other reason. “
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he hated lying to esme . mostly because it felt like one of the biggest offenses to whatever humanity he had left - to deceive one so good . and then , there was the simple fact that his mother could see right through him . ❛❛ yeah , he did . ❜❜ throwing emmett under the bus in the process was likely doing him no favors , but he couldn’t face her with his worry . he had worried her so much over the years , and had only escalated in the past year ( he could not think back to volterra without picturing the grief & worry esme suffered on his behalf ) - - he was tired of it. he was so very tired of letting her down . he shrugs , almost imperceptibly , at her question and moves around to the keys . his hand brushes her shoulder as he does , an attempt at reassuring her . from what , he was not entirely sure .
❛❛ it sounds wrong . you can’t hear it ? ❜❜ he sits down at the bench , skilled fingers gliding over the smooth keys . he plays the first line of a melody he had written for esme’s birthday nearly 20 years ago , before stopping abruptly. ❛❛ i think i’ll need to pull the whole thing apart . ❜❜ anything , he thinks , to quiet his mind .
she hums as she hears his answer – she might not have his abilities, but almost a century has taught her how to read him. he has plenty occupying his mind, the town crawling with friends and foes, even larger threats in the horizon. perhaps she can’t fault him for wanting to do something familiar for a change. it doesn’t erase her worry, though. just as she was so sure he’d finally find true happiness, their problems have been more numerous than ever. they’ll get over them, she is sure of that ( she has to be ), but before that she won’t stop worrying over him.
the minuscule contact is reassuring, though it doesn’t truly solve the root of the problem. “ not really. your hearing has always been better, so perhaps that’s why? “ she replies, calmness present in her voice. the familiar melody never fails to bring a smile to her lips and this time doesn’t make a difference. she steps closer to him, placing her palms on his shoulders. he can work on the instrument all he likes, but she knows it won’t truly soothe the storm of his thoughts. “ you can always talk to me. to all of us. you don’t have to bear everything alone. “ it’s something she needs to remind him of. it isn’t the first time and likely won’t be the last, but he needs to hear it every once in a while.
13. death : is there anything in your muse’s life that they should be letting go of ? - for marcus !
sometimes he has foolishly thought that the pain would disappear over time. that it would fade away until the memory of it is only distant and forgotten. yet years have turned into decades, decades into centuries, and even now he feels the pain as acutely as he did when aro first told him that didyme was gone. it is locked inside him, without any way to escape, and during the longest nights of the year, he wonders if it’ll ever go away. sometimes he thinks he doesn’t want it to disappear – what would be left of him if the pain goes away? barren husk of a man without any reason to survive?
he should forget, but he can’t. the thought of leaving didyme behind is unbearable, even if he knows that she’d hate to see him suffering so. he lost her and the world will never be the same. sometimes he hates aro for keeping him alive. existence is pointless without her, what does he have left? nothing. if he lets go of her, there is nothing worth living for.
the grand piano lies open , like a patient awaiting operation , propped up by its arm . edward hovers over its inner workings , looking for whatever imperfection he can find . obsessing over a perfectly in tune piano , he reasons , is a far better distraction than ruminating on the unknown . he’ll panic that way . this ? this , he can control . he runs his thumb over one of the strings , golden eyes narrowed & brow knit .
❛❛ press on a4 , if you would ? ❜❜ he doesn’t look at his companion , merely makes the assumption that they know what he’s talking about . ❛❛ i swear emmett messed with it . ❜❜
she can feel the vibrations of the strings, a sensation fully familiar to her after all these decades. it doesn’t take much deduction to know that the cause of it – edward must be meddling with the instrument again. the others rarely bother, but her dear son has always been drawn to it. she descends the stairs, directing herself to join him. a fleeting thought of worry must be visible in her mind, for it has always required a specific sort of a situation for him to focus his attentions on perfecting something that is already perfect. “ he did? ” she says after completing his request, the perfect note echoing around them. emmett’s penchant for pranking his siblings would have been the reason for many gray hairs of hers, were she physically capable of acquiring those. “ i’m sure he wouldn’t touch the piano. ” she offers, though she doesn’t know the truth. she would just rather believe the best possible option to be true. “ what is wrong with it? ” she asks, idly tapping the ivory white key.
[ STEVEN YEUN, CIS MALE, HE/HIM. ] hey, isn’t that MARCUS VOLTURI ? just the other day i saw them roaming around forks ! i know they look like a normal 34 / 2000+ year old, but i heard a rumor that they’re actually a VAMPIRE & are always hanging around with THE VOLTURI. weird, right ? i wonder if they know anything about all the deaths that have been going on. anyways, i knew it was them ‘cause they reminded me of the feeling of that glazed look in his eyes that never disappears, flames that look far too enticing, unbearable sorrow & half-burned candles.
hi again !! it’s your eternal friend, mari, here to bring you marcus’ intro. this tragic man breaks my heart every single time so i’m here to bring some justice to him. forks will be a great for him, i just know it.
tw: death, depression
he isn’t sure where exactly he was born into his human life. all he remembers is the time he woke up the second time. it felt like a relief after the torment of the transformation, and the azure sea of the greek coast was beautiful
he had always been good at reading the room, almost instinctively knowing the connections between them. after his transformation that trait became an ability. he can identify the relationships between people and the nature of the relationship can affect his mood.
the first years were spent learning. how to control the thirst, how to blend in. self-control was necessary in some situations, so he learned. he was alone, for the most part, only occasionally meeting with other nomads.
everything changed when he met aro. the newly-transformed vampire was full of energy and ideas and it was easy to follow him. marcus was intrigued by his plans and they made sense to him.
with aro, came didyme. if vampires fall in love, they do it quickly and irrevocably – that was exactly what happened to marcus. his loyalties didn’t belong solely to aro and the volturi any longer.
they fell in love and marcus was truly happy with didyme, so much that aro’s ambitions were less and less important to him. they didn’t need world domination, they only needed each other.
that didn’t please aro, so in order to keep marcus part of the volturi, he attempted to murder didyme. he didn’t succeed, but nobody knows that – marcus still believes didyme died all those years ago.
didyme’s supposed death destroyed marcus. the bond he had with her was irreplaceable and the loss made him apathetic and callous. he hasn’t been the man he once was in centuries.
he’s only bound to the volturi by chelsea’s gift and refuses to accept corin’s gift, choosing to live with his pain instead.
the only moments when he actually feels something is through his gift – exceptionally strong relationships animate him and they allow him to feel something.
so: he’s a clinically depressed vampire granddad who loves love and is the biggest fan of bella and edward’s relationship because they’re so disgustingly in love. also about to get the biggest shock of his entire life when he’s gonna find out that didyme is actually alive. the best antidepressant ever.
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[ DEMET ÖZDEMIR, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER. ] hey, isn’t that ESME CULLEN ? just the other day i saw them roaming around forks ! i know they look like a normal 28 / 125 year old, but i heard a rumor that they’re actually a VAMPIRE & are always hanging around with THE OLYMPIC COVEN. weird, right ? i wonder if they know anything about all the deaths that have been going on. anyways, i knew it was them ‘cause they reminded me of the feeling of coming home, you will never find anyone as trusting or as kind, the soothing scratch of charcoal against paper & endless stacks of books.
hello !! i’m mari and my twilight obsession is eternal !! exactly, i read midnight sun and my feels for the cullen fam returned with vengeance, that’s why i am here. this time i’m bringing you two characters, the best vampire mom ever ( esme cullen ) and ancient sad vampire ( marcus ). this is esme’s intro, marcus’ will follow shortly. i am truly excited to get to writing with all of you, so please hit that heart button and i’ll come bother you !!
tw: relationship abuse, death, suicide
esme anne platt was born in 1895 in columbus, ohio. her parents had desperately wanted a son, a someone to take over the farm after her father would grow old, but instead they had to settle with a daughter. she never had a warm relationship with her father, mostly due to that disappointment, and her mother didn’t understand her, either. she was a lively child, always exploring and eager to play.
she spent most of her childhood outdoors, creating her own worlds and searching for anything exciting and new. school was alright but staying in one place was sometimes far too tedious. she didn’t quite fit into the mold of a proper daughter – she was too mischievous and imaginative.
one day, when she was 18 years old, there was a thunderstorm outside. she wanted to see it closer, so she climbed a tree to see it better. when the lightning struck, it startled her badly enough for her to fall from the tree and subsequently break her leg.
the pain has faded from her memories but she never really forgot the kind doctor who healed her leg. he treated her with respect and seemed to actually listen to what she had to say. men like that were rare and she was truly impressed. sadly he soon moved out of town, but the memory of him stayed with her.
she wanted to become a teacher, but her parents wouldn’t allow it. instead she was pressured by her parents to marry. she didn’t particularly want that, especially not with the man they had chosen to her, but in attempt to please her parents, she went ahead with their plan.
her marriage to charles evenson was far from a successful one – he was abusive and didn’t like his wife’s antics. the marriage quickly transformed esme from a cheerful young woman into a miserable, dispassionate wreck.
when he was drafted, esme’s life momentarily improved. but when he returned, despite all her prayers, she realized nothing good would come from staying. soon after his return, she found out that she was pregnant. that solidified her decision to leave.
she took most of his savings and fled columbus, ending up in ashville. it was easy enough to claim that she was a war widow trying to start a new life for herself and her unborn child. she even began working as a teacher, fulfilling her childhood dream.
she quickly started to love her unborn child more than anything else, so when he died only two days after his birth, it destroyed her entire world.
she had nothing to live for, not after her son was no longer alive. in her desperation, she attempted suicide by jumping off a cliff.
she was brought straight to the morgue, deemed a lost cause. yet she was still barely alive. she knew death wasn’t far, so when she saw carlisle in her final moments of consciousness, she simply thought he was an angel. it made perfect sense at the time.
though in the middle of her transformation, so much like she imagined hell to be, he might as well been a demon.
she woke up for the last time, confused and in pain. it was strange and the first months were intensely difficult. yet she was content with her new life – she quickly started to consider carlisle and edward as her family.
it wasn’t at all surprising when she found herself falling in love with carlisle. when the feelings were reciprocated, it felt like all her dreams were finally coming true.
as their family has grown, so has esme’s happiness. sometimes she can be a bit overbearing to her adoptive children, but she truly loves them and only wants them to be safe. if they’re happy, she’s happy.
after that rant of an intro, here’s some trivia that i somehow didn’t include in the rant part:
unlike in the books, my version of esme actually leaves the house? regularly attends whitney’s mom’s garden parties, volunteers at the kindergarten and brings the best cakes to the bake sales.
edward is her favorite, though she would never say it out loud. these days bella is her favorite simply by existing.
lowkey obsessed with anything art-related, has a couple of degrees in that field (architecture, interior design, art history...), though prefers painting.
kind-hearted and believes in people. loves easily and with her whole heart. the og mom vampire
a collection of muse headcanon questions inspired by the major arcana of the tarot / send the corresponding number(s) for headcanons surrounding the given prompts !
00. the fool : what are your muse’s thoughts on new beginnings ? does it frighten them or excite them ?
01. the magician : how does your muse feel about fate ? do they believe they can change their own destiny ?
02. the high priestess : how does your muse make decisions ? do they trust their instinct or would they rather trust their heart / their logic ?
03. the empress : does your muse have parental / nurturing figures in their life ? how do they impact them ?
04. the emperor : how much respect does your muse have for authority ? why is this ?
05. the hierophant : what are your muse’s morals / ethics ? do they follow their moral code strictly ?
06. the lovers : how important are relationships to your muse ? do they value having a significant other ?
07. the chariot : how much does your muse care about winning ? are they a sore loser ?
08. strength : how does your muse use their energy ? do they tend to work towards their goals steadily or in bursts ?
09. the hermit : how introspective is your muse ? how often do they self - reflect ?
10. the wheel of fortune : how well / badly does your muse take setbacks on their goals ?
11. justice : does your muse find it easy to be impartial in emotional situations ?
12. the hanged man : how open is your muse to new opportunities ? do they constantly look for them or do they simply take whatever comes their way ?
13. death : is there anything in your muse’s life that they should be letting go of ?
14. temperance : does your muse make plans ? how impulsive are they ? has this gotten them into good / bad situations and how have they dealt with them?
15. the devil : is your muse addicted to any substances ? is there anything that could possibly make them quit ?
16. the tower : what event drastically changed your muse’s life ? do they resent that event or are they glad of it ?
17. the star : what does your muse take inner comfort in knowing ? what guides your muse ?
18. the moon : what does your muse long for ? is it a realistic desire ?
19. the sun : in general, how optimistic is your muse ? does your muse appreciate the small things in life ?
20. judgement : is your muse forgiving of themselves ? how about of others who wrong them ?
21. the world : is there one thing in life that your muse must accomplish ? what will they do when they complete that goal ?
