#electricxtremors

                                   He's honestly note even sure                                    what he's doing anymore. The                                    day is absolutely wonderful                                    and he was going to relish in                                    that fact. It was very rare                                    that he even ventured out                                    in his homeland.

       The past three years had been among the fullest, most blissful years of Eleazar's existence; seldom did a day flit by without him acknowledging it, either aloud or mentally. It had been such a long, winding, sinuous road to his current state of unadulterated joy, but Eleazar would gladly navigate it one thousand times over if that was what it took. Cliché as they may sound, his thoughts were of the utmost verity. He had been doubtful that happiness would ever be in the cards for a beast like him, but here he was, and he felt that he had earned it.

       He was deeply invested in another one of his moments of gratitude toward Carmen, his friends, and fate as a whole when he was roused from his reverie by the tap of a familiar set of footfalls against wooden floorboards. His head tilted toward the source, and the smile adorning his countenance broadened.

             [ Random visitors made her uncomfortable, especially when she couldn't see them coming. She was alone in the Cullen house, and when the vision came, she couldn't see a clear image. A flash, here and there, sent her to the porch, where she waited. ]