#selfsovereign

@selfsovereign​    asked    :      “You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.” mkay but ... dora abt aro and caius GIMME

she could not fathom   the way he felt about aro.    he trusted no one else with the darkest recesses of his mind,    his thoughts,     his memories.     even she,  beautiful,   captivating,     his peace     did not truly know the man that resided within him.     he was angry,     but that anger always masked something else.    sorrow,    guilt.    he would never forgive himself for what had happened.     even if he could have done nothing to stop it.

‘      and what if it is love,    il mio amore?       ’      being with aro was familiar,    comfortable.     it was something he craved every second of everyday.      to finally have someone   understand   him in a way that no one else did. 

how long had it been since they first started travelling together?     maybe a few months,    but to him it felt like an eternity.     how he pushed his feelings deep below the surface,    maintaining his pissed off demeanor at the world,    but never to her.                           that should have given it away.     since when did caius ever care about the feelings of anyone else?

You’re lonely, too. / @selfsovereign​

                    is   it   that   obvious   ?

                    renesmee’s   lips   press   together   ,   rose   petals   thinning   to   lines.   uncle   jasper   knows   ;   he’s   usually   the   only   one   who   does.   or   maybe   he’s   the   only   one   without   the   privellage   of   not   noticing   ?   does   like   recognize   like   ?   athenadora   said   too   ,   like   she   knew   what   loneliness   feels   like.   the   guilt   is   all-encompassing   for   a   moment.   athenadora   has   reason   to   feel   loneliness.   she   is   part   of   the   volturi   ,   mated   to   one   of   its   most   terrifying   members.   for   all   the   love   and   adoration   renesmee   sees   in   athenadora’s   eyes   when   she   looks   at   cauis   ,   renesmee   cannot   recall   ever   seeing   the   same   in   his.   she   is   a   woman   of   great   power   ,   but   she   is   more   QUEEN   than   equal.   is   that   not   a   greater   reason   for   loneliness   ?

                    renesmee   has   her   parents   ,   her   aunts   and   uncles   ,   her   grandparents   ,   her   pack   . . .   but   when   athenadora   said   lonely   ,   renesmee   thought   of   nahuel.   she   thought   of   how   she   is   LESS   lonely   around   him.   she   did   not   think   of   her   parents   and   grandparents   and   aunts   and   uncles.   the   less   the   volturi   knows   about   him   ,   the   better.   besides   ,   he   is   a   flimsy   defense.   to   be   less   lonely   around   a   dhampir   who   visits   once   or   twice   a   year   ,   when   she   has   the   love   and   devotion   of   her   entire   family   ?   it   sounds   ungrateful.   it   is   ungrateful.   she   adores   her   family. 

                    but   she   cannot   explain   away   the   loneliness   athenadora   sees. 

love;     lingering in her mouth,   an aftertaste.     how many times has it turned sour?     this isn’t about how she feels,   instead the kind of love Sulpicia’s being promised is ——— unconditional.     like a young pup,   she tilts her head,   wide-eyed.     she smells of naivete and inexperience,   every word passing through Athenodora’s lips seems to inspire wonderment. 

quick to toss her legs over the table,   the silk fabric of her peach sundress wraps around her limbs and slips,   and spins,   and it works as extension of her — as something just as,   if not more,   alive.     Didyme! —— the sorrow over her death has taken her place,   immortal —— and her mind was quick to connect this point of story to how tight Athenodora clings to her.     it wasn’t that she wouldn’t survive,   in Sulpicia’s eyes she was but an amazon,   no matter the brittle illusion;     ——— she wasn’t willing to suffer another loss.

----    Joining the most powerful coven in the world was something Carlisle had debated in doing so. Considering that he has now began to really see their views and beliefs, the Cullen ran untrustworthy of them. He knew, he had to leave if he wanted to respect his own beliefs. As he made his way down the long hallway of the Volturi castle, he couldn’t help but to notice Athendora alone. He slows his pace down and offers a small head nod towards her.