#noviscorde

Hands gently played upon the piano, fingers dancing up and down as he composed oh so many sweet melodies to pass the time. But his composing was distracted at the sound of his daughter’s arrival back to their home. “How was your day out, sweetheart?” Edward questioned.

    𝓣he hybrid was someone within the Cullen family that Alistair was in no way interested in talking to. Not even when he had come to America for their apparent trial for her being an immortal child. A fair group of people sacrificed their lives-- besides himself. He had no intent on doing so-- for this child. It was rather absurd. The only reason he had agreed to visit was to stop Carlisle from asking if he would help. The man was relentless.  With his head pounding, his levels of irritation were elevated more so than normal. \While he sat in the living room of the Cullen’s home, he exhaled a quick yet deep breath. “It would be much appreciated if I could be left alone. Yet all of you have a terrible habit of following me around.”

    ❝ You kept me on your long line, TUGGING in the whole time. ❞

@noviscorde | accepting

     ❝  You play so beautifully,  ❞  the exultant whisper is accompanied by his signature lopsided smile and golden eyes that shine with pride.  He sits beside her at the piano, an occurrence that’s become all too familiar these last months.  He cherishes these little moments with Renesmee and he greatly enjoys listening to her play -- it’s so much different than playing himself or listening to Rosalie.  ❝  Soon you’ll better both your Aunt Rosalie and me.  ❞