#whiitlock

golden eyes peered at jay from across the room. head tilting to the side in a sign of interest. he’d been quiet for a while now and emmett disliked the feeling. he knew what it was like to be a brother --- funny how he had been the oldest of all his siblings; two younger brothers and a sister. funny how he couldn’t reach out to them like a big brother should. it was funny how immature he acted compared to his status. always the rowdy scottish-irish nature of his --- picking fights, drinking, womanizing. one might not expect that but not everyone knew his past except for edward and rose. jasper picked up on his mood swings but never said anything. 

feeling his lips turning up he shoved his hands in his pockets before letting his loud voice echo from across the room, his hands clapping together loudly.

❝ —— it’s okay, i guess. ❞ comes quiet statement. burgundy hues are flecked the beginnings of gold, trained upon alaskan cascades. she might have taken more pleasure in such a view when she was human, in the hike, in the scent of pine and moss and the cool mist rising from frigid pools 100 feet below. now, it all just seemed ... overwhelming. and despite the fact that everything is so vivid, now, emmeline herself seems utterly drained of color, of light, of the radiance she’d once possessed.  ❝ better than listening to kate and irina debate the merits of mink fur over fox. ❞

the are u fucking kidding me jay look

putting a blanket over the sofa

is like putting dirt underneath the rug

so mom thinks u cleaned up

but esme will just pick the blanket up and fold it

we’ll just blame edward and bella having mad sex