#platiinums

jude looked up, her eyes catching his with a quiet intensity. a soft, easy smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she leaned back slightly, giving him room to come closer. “would you like to keep me company?” her voice was low, warm, the kind that made you feel like you were the only person in the room.

"Ah, yes, well, erm, I would, my love, but uh..." Hilda gave a small wince, feeling a little bad for disturbing him when he just looked so peaceful right there, but it wasn't really the best place to take a little nap unfortunately. "It's just this is, well it's a shop. and this is a table that people like to sit at, not a bed. You did look adorable by the way, very peaceful," she added.

"Also, you're drooling a little on your books there." Hilda gently moved the texts out from under him, safe from any bodily fluids that might ruin the pages. Catching sight of the subject of one of the books, Hilda raised her eyebrows. "Now that's an interesting one. Never thought much of Crowley, myself-- his ideas or his manners-but to each his own, I suppose."

as landon witnesses salem's turmoil, his heart swells with empathy, understanding the weight of her struggle. he observes her soaking in the tub, her pain palpable in every line of her body. it's a pain he can't fully comprehend, yet he feels it echoing in the depths of his own soul. with a quiet sigh, he moves closer, drawn by the magnetic pull of her ( vulnerability ).

─── salem's words cut through the silence, revealing the rawness of her emotions. he listens intently, absorbing every nuance of her anguish. it's clear to him that her journey is fraught with. challenges, each transformation bringing its own brand of agony. & now, in this moment of ( vulnerability ), she seeks solace, a reprieve from the relentless ache that haunts her.

with a gentle nod, landon offers a small smile. ❛ of course, ❜ he murmurs softly. as he reaches for the shampoo, his movements are careful, deliberate, a silent promise of his unwavering support.

@platiinums (bella) asked: ‘ maybe it was the eleven months he spent in the womb. ’ (thank you!)

The eye roll is immediate. Esme can see the smirk on Edward's lips and the grin painting Emmett's face despite the comment obviously directed at him. The only silver lining right now is the fact Rosalie is out hunting with Alice and can't start world war three.

They'd cause a scene like this. It would be expected, of course. He's heard the rumors circling about them. He has indulged and encouraged half of them. They had to keep the rouse. But what's real and pretend quickly becomes blurred as things do in this situation. And he cannot deny it — when he's allowed a piece of her, he takes it so greedily it's like he's starved. She's velvety soft and sweet, akin to poison 'cause he knows it's bad for him and yet he would likely kill for more.

Billy wants to ruin her dress. He wants to snatch the pearls and fabric apart to prove some petulant point. But gods, she felt like heaven. He runs his nose along the slope of her neck, memorizing every inch of fuckin' skin and any mole or scar exposed to him. He doesn't ruin her pretty dress 'cause she has to walk out of this damned place in one piece. Instead, his hands are moving and he is gripping the hem of her neckline and drawing it down, tugging and pulling the annoying material uncaring if he causes wrinkles. Doesn't matter, he's not ripping it, right?

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