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@perceivedpast​ ( carlisle + johanna )

If work could be exhausting, this would be a day that it was. Carlisle’s pulled a double shift at the hospital, and it’s a relief to go home after that to relax for a bit. He doesn’t need the rest, obviously, but having some time to not be on high alert is nice to have.

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she knew her family was SICK of her acting this way. she knew no one else UNDERSTOOD what she was feeling - not even esme. the entire situation left her feeling like an outcast - like SHE was the PROBLEM. but she refused to back down. her feelings kept bouncing back and forth between hurt, jealousy, anger, and general annoyance. she had accepted that none of the others would understand where she was coming from, let alone have sympathy. but she made her first GENUINE effort to not grumble meanly when johanna appeared in her doorway. the others - well, she never felt too bad for going off on them. ❛ you can come in, you know. i won’t bite. ❜

      𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒   undeniably  ,  definitely  ,  and  indubitably  moping  .  when  she  got  like  this  ,  her  face  somehow  was  whiter  than  its  usual  complexion  ,  and  she  found  herself  slumped  on  the  couch  ,  usually  watching  something  ridiculous  .        rose  reaches  for  the  remote  and  mutes  the  tv  ,  which  currently  played  some  home  renovation  show  ,  before  practically  throwing  herself  back  onto  the  cushions  .       ❛  maybe  i’m  moping  a  bit  ,  ❜  she  finally  admits  ,  turning  her  gaze  away  from  her  sister  .  ❛  but  i  don’t  really  want  to  talk  about  it  .  it’s  something  stupid  anyway  .  ❜

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his anger was reaching new levels with every passing hour. newborns cowered from his wrath during their training sessions, clearly afraid to be on the receiving end. the only comfort was brought by maria who had sworn, so sweetly, to watch over the sister he had nearly forgotten during her transformation. it gave him a chance to continue working with their latest group, though did not do much to free his mind of worry. without meaning to, jasper could feel the climate around him change as his own emotions were forced out--the newborns were beginning to feel his anger, his anxiety. six years had not been quiet enough to master it.

“enough!” the malice in his voice brought many of them to attention, some even moving away from him as he pulled two of them from each other, tossing them effortless across the room. “take a break. and i had best not hear any of y’all squabblin’ again.”  he turned sharply on his heel, only to be met by maria. her own excitement and concern filled the air around him as she placed hands on his chest.

she’s waking up.

lucy and nettie watched over the newborns while jasper sat by johanna’s side, waiting. she had gotten older, but now, like him, she would be forever frozen in time. his red eyes were clenched tightly shut and he tries to yank memories of his human life from his mind -- their mother’s face, names of their siblings (brothers, right?). in truth he had forgotten johanna’s name until he had seen her and felt the fear radiating from her because of the attack--her own human emotions seemed to pull out memories of his own past life.

he straightened as he felt her begin to come to, something he had become all too-familiar with from the number of newborns he had seen. a rare show of concern made it way across his face, and felt maria still lingering behind him, seemingly as anxious as he was.

“Johanna?”