#lowernets

ㅤㅤhe simply observes her for a moment, immediately recognizing that none of his usual tricks or methods would currently be effective. the emptiness in her voice, in her dark gaze is, in truth, a blissful escape from reality he wishes hadn't faded from his grasp centuries ago. one of the follies of being as old as dirt, it seems. while it's up for debate whether he would be better off or not sans humanity, he's rather certain elena isn't. the benevolent young doppelgänger, once beautifully human, now an emotionless blood vacuum. there's something ... poetically tragic about that, even to him. ❛ your generosity truly knows no bounds, love, ❜ he remarks, seemingly accepting the offer of assistance despite the harsh way it had been delivered.

➢ 𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒;; lowernets asked: ❛ i’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜ from jasper! *** please do not turn into a thread without asking first ***

ㅤㅤ❝--𝓝o, it's not.❞ Alistair retorted when he heard the soldier claim that murder was an option. He might have been a little quicker than expected to respond, but it was true. There wasn't really a point for someone to lose a life, even if he disliked being around others, he still felt the heavy weight of loss. ❝There's always other options.❞

ㅤㅤ𝓓ark red eyes watched out the large glass window of the Cullen's home as the rain came down outside. As much as he hated how many other vampires were in the house, he found a sort of comfort hearing the sounds of the rain on the roof, almost like a white noise that he could use to block out the sounds of others, as well as feeling their every presence and movement with his tracking ability. He was almost lost in thought until he sensed one of the others approaching. The same dark eyes shifted from the window to the lower right of his vision. ❝Pretty sure there's more interesting company you could be speaking to.❞