⊰ @eldeir , ♡ ⊱ he would not be the first to despise or disobey his creator. a feeling such as that can be recorded since the biblical age. to be made is to be cursed with life / to live life is to be cursed with hunger. blood was not the only source for his personal agony, but having to endure another day with himself. looking in the mirror became too painful. the creature staring back at him, with pale face and two black holes for eyes, was disgusting. how could god claim to love him and then allow him to be turned into this?
edward heard rumors of a place where newborns could learn control. seeing as carlisle's method was to shove the bitter taste of a doe or fox's blood down his throat, the people at this court of dreams couldn't do anything worse. ( at least he hoped not. ) he approaches, bouncing on his heels for a moment and shoving both hands into his pockets. there were no words in his vocabulary to describe how beautiful the palace was on the outside. edward had always been a fan of architecture. humanity has done many ugly things, but there are moments of creative clarity.
the young vampire steps forward, many different voices flooding his mind. eyes squeeze shut as they grow louder and louder until he cannot separate his own thoughts from theirs. trembling hands press over his ears as if he were a child refusing to listen. it doesn't help, of course. there is one voice that sounds calming - causing memories of his mother to resurface. he lowers his hands and breathes in shakily. a woman, who he knew had not been there before, is beside him now. ❝ i heard this is a place of sanctuary. ❞ caution tenses his muscles and hardens his expression. how had she been able to sneak up on him? ❝ i have nowhere else to go. ❞
