i'd speak in tongues if latin weren't dead (renesmee) g
title: i'd speak in tongues if latin weren't dead
fandom: twilight
character(s)/pairing(s): renesmee
rating: g
word count: 353
spoilers: breaking dawn
summary: nessie's unique position leads her to live her life in half-truths, seeing how far she can get without outright lying.
I’ve never mistaken the color of words to be black or white; since I was small, lies and truths were always just shades of gray.
I can still remember my father’s deception, even three decades later.
“She’s younger in some ways, more mature in others.”
The logic of that particular half-truth seeps into my bones, infuses my logic with the shimmery catch of a two-dimensional hologram.
Our human façade becomes like a game for me, a constant weave-and-dodge to determine how much of daily life I can flit through without outright lying.
Yes, I’m eighteen. (In some ways.) You could say that I skipped a grade.
Yes, I believe in the supernatural, but no, I’ve never seen a ghost. (Unless you count all people that are supposed to be dead as spirits. In which case my entire family might be able to communicate through Ouija boards.)
No, I don’t faint at the sight of blood. (Just don’t expect me to bandage it up unless you’re planning on giving an immediate donation to someone other than the Red Cross.)
Yes, I’ve been hunting. (Just not with rifles and orange jackets.)
Yes, that’s my boyfriend; no, he’s not in college. (That would be ten years ago…) No, my parents don’t mind me dating an older guy. (Not like dad wasn’t eighty years older than mom when they fell in love.) You could say they get along with him. Yep, even with my father. (No need to say that dad and Jacob got out all of their aggression when it was over my mom. God, that’s creepy. Even for me.)
My research reports are so accurate because my family is a bunch of history buffs. (You would be too if you lived during it.)
No, those two people who look remarkably like me in my age range are not my siblings. Yup, you suppose if you didn’t know any better you’d think they were my parents.
No, I don’t wear body shimmer.
I don’t bruise easily.
I don’t have a fever.
This is my natural hair color.
The lie?
No, Mom. I never wish I was normal.
fandom: twilight
character(s)/pairing(s): renesmee
rating: g
word count: 353
spoilers: breaking dawn
summary: nessie's unique position leads her to live her life in half-truths, seeing how far she can get without outright lying.
I’ve never mistaken the color of words to be black or white; since I was small, lies and truths were always just shades of gray.
I can still remember my father’s deception, even three decades later.
“She’s younger in some ways, more mature in others.”
The logic of that particular half-truth seeps into my bones, infuses my logic with the shimmery catch of a two-dimensional hologram.
Our human façade becomes like a game for me, a constant weave-and-dodge to determine how much of daily life I can flit through without outright lying.
Yes, I’m eighteen. (In some ways.) You could say that I skipped a grade.
Yes, I believe in the supernatural, but no, I’ve never seen a ghost. (Unless you count all people that are supposed to be dead as spirits. In which case my entire family might be able to communicate through Ouija boards.)
No, I don’t faint at the sight of blood. (Just don’t expect me to bandage it up unless you’re planning on giving an immediate donation to someone other than the Red Cross.)
Yes, I’ve been hunting. (Just not with rifles and orange jackets.)
Yes, that’s my boyfriend; no, he’s not in college. (That would be ten years ago…) No, my parents don’t mind me dating an older guy. (Not like dad wasn’t eighty years older than mom when they fell in love.) You could say they get along with him. Yep, even with my father. (No need to say that dad and Jacob got out all of their aggression when it was over my mom. God, that’s creepy. Even for me.)
My research reports are so accurate because my family is a bunch of history buffs. (You would be too if you lived during it.)
No, those two people who look remarkably like me in my age range are not my siblings. Yup, you suppose if you didn’t know any better you’d think they were my parents.
No, I don’t wear body shimmer.
I don’t bruise easily.
I don’t have a fever.
This is my natural hair color.
The lie?
No, Mom. I never wish I was normal.