#surviveir

'  no,  ’  rosalie said coolly,     fingers tracing absent lines from his elbow to his wrist,    gaze fixed on the television.  ‘  i’m not.  ’

it was raining outside.    the pattering against the sweeping,    glass windows made her feel unusually calm considering that she had stormed into emmett’s room not forty minutes prior and demanded he watch sleepless in seattle with her.    sleepless in seattle was the pick of the decade.    she’d avoided it initially on account of her inexplicable distaste for anything tom hanks,    but after breaking one night and sobbing tearlessly into emmet’s shoulder,    she had decided to make an exception.    it had depth,    and movies with that sort of depth and emotion had the unique ability to make her feel almost human.    that was what she needed on days like today     - —    days where she didn’t want to have to sit alone with her own guilty conscious until sunrise. 

𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ, 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑟. 𝑏𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑡, 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ. 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑜𝑤, 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ, 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑡 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 !      gaze focused on the mission at hand, eric couldn’t help but to throw out a comment to break the tension   ;   even if said tension was all in his head.      ❝   you look fuckin’ old, spence,   ❞      he said, giving the top of gracie’s shoe a little   smack   to signify that she was good to go.   the last time they talked            REALY   talked            eric was sure neither one of them pictured their next meeting being quite the way it had turned out. the one who had left breezing back into town, the one who had stayed busy tying his daughters shoes on the front porch. from where eric was sitting   ( both figuratively and literally )  it seemed as though they were simultaneously completely different and exactly the same as they’d been on that first day in alexandria, in ways both good and bad;   unsure   of one another, but willing to give it a shot because   who the fuck else   was there to talk to?

     “ you know, being out on the road, we’ve seen a lot.                                                    guess we’ve gotten a little numb to it. ” 

prompt   /   accepting !

‘  CHAINS ARE DANGEROUS THINGS,  ’    GAZE TRAILS OVER INTRICATE STITCHES,  cheek nestled against brother’s shoulder – a sense of comfort and PEACE finding the pixie easily when at his side. a tranquility – difference than that of their wife’s, yet still ever so calming. eyes lift, wide ambers peering into sorrow buried beneath his stare, hidden behind his smile. like his own wife, but rosalie wore her pain differently –    ‘  what keeps them locked about your ankles, i wonder?  ’    alice questions, voice a singing bell, calling man from troubled thoughts – to speak and to share with mystical mind.

head tilts, raven locks curling about his shoulder, as if every inch of alice had longed to wrap themself about him – to ensure, to comfort – a loving embrace. they smile,    ‘  it’s dangerous to carry around the past, emmett. even if it’s a feeling – life’s too long to drag around so much – don’t you think?  ’

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄   𝐈𝐒   𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐓𝐎𝐎  -  𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓   about   the   pretty   boy   in   her   bed   that   makes   her   almost   NERVOUS   .   don’t   say   things   like   that   ,   aiden   .   lydia   knows   firsthand   how   it   feels   to   give   and   give   and   give   ,   to   receive   nothing   ,   and   she   does   not   want   to   do   that   ,   here   .   aiden   sounds   like   he’d   really   give   her   anything   ,   anything   that   he  could   ,     so   long   as   she   ASKED   ,     and   it   —   it   is   a   little   too   real   for   3   am   stillness   ,   for   him   laying   around   while   she   finished   her   math   homework   .

tell   me   what   you   want   ,   he   says   ,   and   lydia   wants   to   say   please   don’t   give   me   your   heart   .   i   won’t   know   what   to   do   with   it   .   instead   ,   she   swallows   down   that   peach  -  pit   anxiety   ,   leaves   it   to   sit   at   the   bottom   of   her   gut   .   begs   that   it   does   not   grow   .   instead   ,   she   crawls   her   way   back   onto   mattress   ,   forces   up   a   grin   .        ❛    i   don’t   want   anything   ,   aiden   —   except   for   the   new   anastasia   beverly   hills   eyeshadow   palette   ,   a   replacement   gucci   wallet   because   prada   ate   mine   ,   mm   —   some   new   shoes   ,   a   few   new   dresses   ,   and   a   new   becca   highlighter   .    ❜        mouth   stays   smiling   as   she   lays   down   on   top   of   him   ,   chin   digging   into   his   chest   .   heart  -  centered   .        lydia   shrugs   .        ❛    but   i   guess   i   could   settle   for   round   two   ,   if   you’re   not   too   tired   .    ❜