𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓.

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍.

their    reverie    withstands    a    blissful    ,    paradoxical    tune    .    how    sweet    their    death    is    and    how    tragic    .    a    found    family    among    selcouth    ruins    .    moiety    ,    they    share    this    :    the    knowing    of    being    damned    ,     dead    ,    lonesome    .    (    i.    he    hasn’t    felt    his    heart    beat    in    almost    a    hundred    years    ,    he    wonders    if    there    is    one    still.    )    their    bond    is    not    entirely    saccharine    ,    not    entirely    sugar-sweet    ,    but    unbreakable    .    formidable    .    here    beneath    the    moon’s    wandering    gaze     ,     his    hands    find    her    flaxen    hair    ,    weaving    the    strands    together    ,    a    knowledge    taught    by    another    sister    .    ❝     do    you    ever    miss    it    ?      ❞       his    gentle    voice    disrupts    the    silence    found    .    other    than    the    one    he    hears    ,    caught    in    her    head    .     perhaps    he    misses    her    voice    .      ❝     sleeping    ,    that    is    .   the    feeling    of    rest    .    succumbing    to    the    night’s    wishes    like    everyone    else   can    .    ❞         |     @roseslain    .

growing  thick  is  the  forest  in  his  mind  and  he  is  lost  ‘neath  over-sized  canopy  of  trees  ,  for  he  is  not  home  within  these  confines  .  his  thoughts  are  not  his  to  own   and  he  knows  not  how  to  stray  the  peering  eyes  from  her  unbreakable  will  .    ❛  must  you  always  torture  me  ?  how  many  years  has  it  been  ,  rosalie   ?    ❜

okay so in my portrayal, rosalie doesn’t remember much from her human life.  she remembers her father was rich and bought her pretty dresses, and her mother taught her to stay quiet, and keep to herself.  she remembers wanting to have a husband and a family, and envying her best friend, vera, because she had that.  rosalie remembers vera’s son, henry.  she remembers the night she was changed.  other than that, she tends not to think about her past, simply because everything from those times is long gone now.  her favorite memory she does have of being human, however, is the day henry was born.  it’s fuzzy for her to think about, but she remembers the details.  she remembers sitting in the small foyer of vera’s home with royce.  she remembers the way the house smelled like fresh cookies, cigar smoke, and powder.  she remembers how royce kept his head in a newspaper the entire time they were there.  she remembers hearing vera’s screams.  she remembers holding henry afterwards.  she remembers kissing his head, vera calling her aunt rosalie, and her heart swelling.  

as for after her change, rosalie’s fondest memory would be a tie between the day she found emmett, and the first time they were married.  the day rosalie found emmett, she knew her life was going to change.  she remembers thinking how emmett’s hair resembled henry’s.  how she could still see the small dimple next to his lip, even without him smiling.  she remembers knowing she wanted to save him   ;   but knowing she couldn’t do it herself.  she remembers carrying him for miles, sometimes wondering if it was too late already.  she remembers sitting with him after carlisle had changed him.  she remembers pressing a cold wash cloth to his head and holding his hand.  she remembers watching him open his eyes, now red, and thinking how she ruined the prettiest brown eyes she had ever seen.

in addition to that memory, she remembers very clearly the first time they married.  she remembers the small ceremony held between only her family.  she remembers thinking they needn’t be there, because the only one she needed was emmett.  she remembers holding his hand, and somehow felling the warmth beneath the cold.  she remembers his eyes being being a shade between golden and red, and thinking they were beautiful no matter what color they were.  she remembers wearing a different dress than she had planned because emmett had seen the first.  she remembers feeling a strange echo of a sting in her eyes as they shared how much they cared for each other.  she remembers her family leaving after the kiss, and the two of them laughing and dancing together in the backyard for what felt like years.  

though these are her more fondest memories, she has quite a few she still cherishes deeply, such as   :   the day alice and jasper came into their lives, and told rosalie she could pretend as much as she’d like they were already sisters.    /    the day bella was changed.  she remembers seeing her, and thinking she was beautiful no matter what she was.  she remembers emmett being mad he wouldn’t be able to make her blush anymore.  she also remembers how he continued to try throughout the night anyway.    /    the night jasper opened up to her.  of course, not without her opening up first.  they had hardly spoken, jasper struggling with controlling his own emotions, as well as handling others, had asked why she was upset.  she had confessed she had killed her ex-fiance years prior, and how carlisle found her.  they spent hours by themselves sharing stories of sadness, and ending the night with stories that brought laughter.