[tw] drabbles: leah & leah/seth
This is only english! Anyway, just wanted to apologize for using fases instead of phases before, I changed it. I knew it had to be wrong, but didn't know the right one lol.
Also, tomorrow, with more time that what i have today, I'll be uploading Pushing Daisies Icons *dances around* ♥ Anyway, the drabbles!
Fandom: Twilight
Characters: Leah.
Title: A place to be born.
Rating: G
Warnings: Breaking Dawn Spoilers.
Word Count: 134 words
Summary: "Leah wasn’t born to be the princess of a fairytale.".
Notes: This wasn't beta-ed, my english most times has horrible mistakes, so, if see anything tell me plz.
Leah wasn’t born to be the princess of a fairytale. It was not her story, not her world. She tried to believe so once and all she got was the empty feeling of a broken heart. Leah wasn’t born the nicest girl in town. She was once sweet; she really cared for a while. Fantasy last as long as the hearts go. Leah knows she was always there to be the second in line. Never the show, just the music behind.
Leah understands now, now that she is second in command, that sounds can be sweet and nice. Music can be the most principal part of an act. She knows now that she was always made to fight, her place, her life, so she could find the only second place she could really stand.
Fandom: Twilight
Characters: Leah/Seth (sorta?).
Title: Memories of blood.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Breaking Dawn Spoilers implied. Sorta implied incest.
Word Count: 431 words
Summary: "No line can erase the blood bond they have.".
Notes: This is un-beated too. So, same as up there.
Her first memory is of him. Soft, round, small. She treasures it in the back of her mind, filled with dust and mystery. She can replay it in her head multiple times. One for every step, one for every smile. Each dimple growing, and those big rounded eyes that looked at her in wonder. She hates that wonder doesn’t last forever, and that those eyes don’t look at her like that anymore.
**
He used to cradle at her bed when he was a little boy, hiding from the world, bracing him to her soft and warm touch. She would play to brush him off, and in the end, would just grip him more. It ached inside both of them when routine came to a stop.
**
She was marvelled, charmed, completely enchanted by this boy, Sam. He saw her coming back home with big dreamy eyes he could never understand. He never had hated anybody so much in his short life, until then, he had been the only one to make her smile like that.
**
Her world crashed when Sam left. Somehow, she seemed to find comfort on sending her brother away. Therefore, he kept going, once, twice, and one other time again. He bitted the bitterness, and smiled at the sarcastic tone of her voice. But he never left. This was his place to take.
**
Reality could make a heart stop. Reality did so. There were no words, no charm. No beautiful eyes at which they could look at. He found himself sleeping at her feet in wolf for once. Nobody dared talked about that. He saved the memory; he knew it was one to last.
**
They draw apart; the line grows fast and steady. They don’t look back. They have images of the past that they crave to have back, and yet, they just go distant. She is not a sweet girl anymore; he is no one to get corrupted by her. They don’t agree, they don’t even think alike. Somehow, some times they still remind themselves, no line can erase the blood bond they have.
**
She is running from her past and somehow is running to her most forgotten memories. The quite silence of not so many in the pack is peace to her ears, but mostly to her heart. He looks at her once, twice and he phases back to his human form. She remains in the wolf shape and waits as he strokes the fur of her back. He is smiling. Big rounded marvelled eyes.
“It’s good to have you back.”
Comments are complete ♥
Also, tomorrow, with more time that what i have today, I'll be uploading Pushing Daisies Icons *dances around* ♥ Anyway, the drabbles!
Fandom: Twilight
Characters: Leah.
Title: A place to be born.
Rating: G
Warnings: Breaking Dawn Spoilers.
Word Count: 134 words
Summary: "Leah wasn’t born to be the princess of a fairytale.".
Notes: This wasn't beta-ed, my english most times has horrible mistakes, so, if see anything tell me plz.
Leah wasn’t born to be the princess of a fairytale. It was not her story, not her world. She tried to believe so once and all she got was the empty feeling of a broken heart. Leah wasn’t born the nicest girl in town. She was once sweet; she really cared for a while. Fantasy last as long as the hearts go. Leah knows she was always there to be the second in line. Never the show, just the music behind.
Leah understands now, now that she is second in command, that sounds can be sweet and nice. Music can be the most principal part of an act. She knows now that she was always made to fight, her place, her life, so she could find the only second place she could really stand.
Fandom: Twilight
Characters: Leah/Seth (sorta?).
Title: Memories of blood.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Breaking Dawn Spoilers implied. Sorta implied incest.
Word Count: 431 words
Summary: "No line can erase the blood bond they have.".
Notes: This is un-beated too. So, same as up there.
Her first memory is of him. Soft, round, small. She treasures it in the back of her mind, filled with dust and mystery. She can replay it in her head multiple times. One for every step, one for every smile. Each dimple growing, and those big rounded eyes that looked at her in wonder. She hates that wonder doesn’t last forever, and that those eyes don’t look at her like that anymore.
**
He used to cradle at her bed when he was a little boy, hiding from the world, bracing him to her soft and warm touch. She would play to brush him off, and in the end, would just grip him more. It ached inside both of them when routine came to a stop.
**
She was marvelled, charmed, completely enchanted by this boy, Sam. He saw her coming back home with big dreamy eyes he could never understand. He never had hated anybody so much in his short life, until then, he had been the only one to make her smile like that.
**
Her world crashed when Sam left. Somehow, she seemed to find comfort on sending her brother away. Therefore, he kept going, once, twice, and one other time again. He bitted the bitterness, and smiled at the sarcastic tone of her voice. But he never left. This was his place to take.
**
Reality could make a heart stop. Reality did so. There were no words, no charm. No beautiful eyes at which they could look at. He found himself sleeping at her feet in wolf for once. Nobody dared talked about that. He saved the memory; he knew it was one to last.
**
They draw apart; the line grows fast and steady. They don’t look back. They have images of the past that they crave to have back, and yet, they just go distant. She is not a sweet girl anymore; he is no one to get corrupted by her. They don’t agree, they don’t even think alike. Somehow, some times they still remind themselves, no line can erase the blood bond they have.
**
She is running from her past and somehow is running to her most forgotten memories. The quite silence of not so many in the pack is peace to her ears, but mostly to her heart. He looks at her once, twice and he phases back to his human form. She remains in the wolf shape and waits as he strokes the fur of her back. He is smiling. Big rounded marvelled eyes.
“It’s good to have you back.”
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