#auroverite

Carlisle was wrong though. They could have done it without help. Jasper had done it with fewer numbers but that came with casualties. No one here was expendable. He glared at the floor to avoid scowling at elder. "There are alternatives," he rumbled, voice deep in his chest and bordering on unintelligible. Scraped a hand through hair in consideration before returning to leaning forward with elbows on knees.

"If we found them-" Victoria had slipped past but he refused to believe anyone without a gift could hide an entire army in one state "-we lower their numbers. They're coming to us, sure, but letting them bring the fight puts us at a disadvantage." His lip curled back in a brief snarl. "It doesn't make any sense. You put three newborns on an acre and they'll still try to eat each other alive. They should be killing enough to spot them a mile away."

Shorter starter for @auroverite

It was so strange to step foot in Forks, the place where the Cullen Clan lived. Whilst he was part of no coven he had come across other vampires and heard of the daring feat, the Volturi had been defeated without a single vampire destroyed, he had also learned of their diet and it had made him wonder, was it truly just blood that made them so invincible? As of late, he had begun to challenge the notion, wishing to learn more he had carefully hunted, and analysed until he had come across that familiar scent, another vampire. He felt he didn’t need to announce himself so instead ensured his scent crossed his, and waited.

SHE’S NEVER STARTLED BY CARLISLE — he always takes care to be gentle around her , perhaps it’s because she’s Edward’s beloved or maybe just simply because she’s human . Bella thinks that’s just who he is deep inside , a gentle soul . He cares and when he does it’s so deep . 

❝ My dad isn’t complicated , and then again maybe he is because he isn’t ❞ she laughs . Her childhood was spent sending him gifts in the mail . macaroni necklaces , burned cd’s and things she collected that he might enjoy . 

@auroverite liked for a poem

In shadowed halls where silence sighs, I met the light within thine eyes. No breath, no heart—yet still so kind, A soul unspoiled, unlike mine.

Thy mercy walks where death should tread, A healer 'midst the cold and dead. While I, in darkness forged and torn, Have only known the curse I’m born.

Yet still I speak thy name at night, A whispered hope, a stolen rite. For though I dwell in ruin's flame, I burn in silence—speaking thy name.

          @auroverite, continued from x

               The myth of the vampire was both a blessing and a curse to those who had to walk the night, but even Soren, in his vampiric youth, knew that so much of it was perpetuated by other vampires in attempts to make the unlife easier for themselves.

As he listened to what the elder had to say, he found himself slouching, leaning against a wall with hands in pockets, really committing to the act of being someone freshly in their twenties.

"In my city, there used to be a joke between us. Wolves and vampires. We actually got along really well and found a common ground in laughing at Hollywood's perception of us... and then a few vampires decided to do some really heinous shit to the wolves and the entire vamp population paid for it. Those they didn't run ended up paying for it with their lives, for lack of a better term." Seriousness took over previously stoic features as arms were crossed over chest. "Now you can count all the Los Angeles vampires on one hand, pretty much." In that moment, youthful façade was dropped and there was a sigh. "Its an uphill battle, but I think we're gonna reach peace talks one of these nights."

In an attempt to move on from the weighty part of the conversation, Soren was quick to push himself off of wall. "The uhm... unable to be in the presence of garlic. Call it irony but its something my progeny was deathly allergic to when she was alive."

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