thoughts linger

BIOGRAPHY. STATS. HEADCANONS.

* & – douglas booth, cismale, he/him. it seems like edward cullen  has been seen around town, humming  clair de lune  by  debussy  under their breath. apparently they are a  21 / 120 +  year old  vampire . townsfolk whisper about them being  polite  and  protective, but also broody and manipulative. they are a college student, and are a member of the olympic coven. ( penned by emme. )   *telepathy

These courses were starting to grate on Edward’s nerves. He had attended these classes so many times he had stopped counting. What number degree was he on again? Oh, it didn’t matter. He used college as a way to force himself to get a grip. It was a way to involve himself with the public, be amoung mortals and not absolutely lose himself. His self control had grown over the years, and he could sit comfortably presentations and boring lectures with others. He could play nice, have actual conversations with people.

When the class was dismissed, he gathered up his things and made his exit. One of his classmates tried to hold him back, to bond with him, but Edward pretended not to notice them. He slid his sunglasses off the top of his head and back in front of his eyes. As Edward walked through the hallway, his focus drifted from one student to the next. Getting lost on so many train of thoughts, he had lost focus on the present. He turned a corner, knocking into someone. 

There was no stumbling for Edward, but a paralysis at the contact. In one sudden moment, there was a heartbeat so loud that it drowned out the whispery thoughts in the background. He could hear the sweet rush of blood. There was a scent so strong, that it was suffocating. Edward’s eyes bored down on the woman as he tried to infiltrate her mind. He needed to know what she was thinking, who she was, what she thought about him. He found nothing, though. A blockade, a wall, no way in. He felt so out of control so suddenly, his actions were not his own.

“Do you even think?” Edward seethed. His throat felt so parched. He felt on fire. What the hell was going on? He took one step towards her, his mind screeching at him to just grab her, grab her, grab her. F E A S T. His own thoughts had never been so loud and frightening. There was so much progress he had made over the decade, but he fell weak in front of this woman. He needed to leave, but his feet would not listen. “Who are you?” He growled out, trying to use his anger to overpower the murderous and twisted thoughts. “Who. Are. You?” 

she  was  concerned  for  a  minute. he  seemed  to  be  staring,  or  better  yet,  lost  in  thought  –  which  is  what  she  had  been  before  he  entered  the  store.  while  her  fingers  scribbled  a  list  for  the  store,  she  thought  about  her  own  list  which  only  maybe  lead  down  a  rabbit  hole  of  other  thoughts.  i  shouldn’t  use  film.  she  turned  to  look  at  him  better.  i  bet  doctor  cullen  has  good  insurance.  he  has  to,  right? his  teeth  look  so  white.  “people  are  worried  one  will  hit  close  to  town,”  viv  motioned  out  toward  the  window.  but  whose  gonna  stay….  her  fingers  rubbed  at  her  temples  now,  ignoring  where  she  had  discarded  her  pen.  away?  “i  don’t  care.  i  don’t  mind  the  rain.”  besides,  it  wasn’t  her  mess.  she  didn’t  own  a  house  but  she’d  help  if  her  bonus  mom  needed  help.  no.  who  would  stay  inside  now?  “it’s  the  shaking  i  can  do  without.”  i  wonder  who  died? was  it  like…

It wasn't hard to tune in and out of the clerk's thoughts, but it was strange, or rather interesting, how her mind worked. He had to smirk when she thought about their insurance. Monsters needing insurance, how silly. He lived forever, he didn't even really need a will. He had no descendants and had never tried to find the rest of the Mason family. He didn't like to think so much about that. The man continued to listen to her mind, having his own thoughts as well, and started to get lost in them again. He ran a hand through his hair and forced his attention back to the present. "I favor the rain as well. When the weather is too perfect, I'd much rather stay inside then get burnt. The rain is just a comfort for the soul."