[tw] esme - be a mom
First, I'm really sorry, I know I haven't posted any icons for a while (specially if we dont consider the fanmix!) but real life is being crappy and mea, and written seems to be faster. Also, I'm having a bit of a bad round of icons and it takes me too much time (which i don't have!) to do them, but I'm trying to work on the TW stills, probably will try to work on the trailer once is out, and also, Heroes (until S2... i haven't ended it!), Eli Stone & Merlin. I just don't know when I 'll have a nice amount (that i actually like) to post. Hopefully, I'll get some free time and inspiration to work something out!
And after the oh big intro, I'm leaving you guys with a drabble! I'm back to Esme! I'm gonna see if I can end these prompts before the year ends! loool Hope you enjoy it ♥
Fandom: Twilight
Community: twilightprompts
Prompt: Mother.
Teh Table: 2/5
Characters: Esme, Edward.
Title: Be a mom.
Rating: G
Warnings: none.
Word Count: 759 words
Summary: "It always took a while to adjust to the vision.". Settled during Twilight, Edward comes to Esme for comfort and advice. Esme power is love, this is her way of working it.
Notes: This fic was first published here. I did not only have it beta-ed but changed it quite a bit, cause it was (and still is) a difficult drabble to catch. So, I hope you can give it a second chance if you don't understand at first. So, thanks to nikegoddess_ & clarabell1015
“Mom!”
It always took a while to adjust to the vision. He may have been a already growing (forever still) young man, yet, she could only envision an innocent, pitiful five year old in front of her. His face was contorted in agony as he looked away, a curtain of bronze hair concealing his face. In her world, she came closer and knelt beside him.
“It’s not fair,” he moaned. She nodded silently, the touch of his skin warmer than it would have been to anybody took her breath away as she grabbed his hands. So small, so childish, as if they were actually like that.
“Look at me, Edward,” his eyes immediately flashed towards her. Gold met gold as she inspected him. “You’ll grow.”
Life was easy inside of a dream. Or sort of. She could never know. She was inside and so was him. How weird things could work it didn’t matter anymore. They were all freaks after all.
“I don’t wanna grow!” he spitted, his eyes looked down. Tears that couldn’t out of little eyes than never were threatened to stream down his face. She stroked his cheek softly, brushing path of emptiness deeper than she could reach.
“I’ll be here…” whispered soft, unmoving lips, and he looked back at her again. It only showed the greatest mixture of hope and pain.
“It’s not enough anymore, mom…”
He was still a little child in her mind, tears he wanted to shed in real life never able to come out. Eyes that never really existed in that little face were looking at her. It was the voice of a child… of her child. Nevertheless, it was an adult at the same time. His manners, his ways, his words. But mostly, his feelings.
“I need her.” Edward’s voice was so soft that it almost didn’t make its way to her ears. “I just… need her.” She smiled to him, his hands still in hers, his eyes as golden as moments before, the vision faded, and the present back into place. No longer was he a kid to her eyes, nor did his words plead the tone of a child. It was just Edward-- seventeen year old, broken Edward-- in front of her.
“They’ll understand,” she muttered, looking at her long-time son. The strange one, she thought to herself. “I do, my boy.” She knew how difficult it was for Edward to bare all his emotions like this, and she appreciated his trust in her. Normally he would have gone to Carlisle with his problems... but then again, he had never been in a situation like this before.
He let a breath out and she smiled, realizing neither of them had been breathing until that moment. She had been caught in her little fantasy vision. He had been struggling with himself all the time. She had never met her as five-year-old an yet, standing there hope and pain in his eyes proved that all this time, every little second before human Bella Swan appeared, he had only been a lost broken boy.
“Thanks, mom.”
She put her hands on his shoulders, and stood on her toes to kiss his forehead. “Thank you, sweetheart,” she corrected, before dancing out into the living room with her non-existent heart bouncing all the way to her ears. She sat down on the sofa with a smile, knowing that sooner or later all her children would understand too. It was like having a new Edward around-- a new son-- and she liked it.
She couldn’t even start thinking on how bad it was Bella was a human. Not as long as she could see hope and even faith in her son’s face. It didn’t matter how wrong it was that Bella was a human. She would do anything for her offspring-- anything to see them happy.
She could still see somewhere in her head a little Edward, no older than five years, sparkling golden eyes that still stared at her. He was holding the hand of a little girl she couldn’t put a face to. He was smiling. Big and fully like she had never seen him do before.
“Thank you, mom,” echoed the little boy. Words that sounded so similar and yet so different to the ones she had really heard moments before. In her mind, only in her mind, she knelt at his side and kissed his forehead; it smelt of freesias and cotton. She smiled, her eyes focusing on the laced hands of the cute couple.
“You’re welcome, my little boy.”
Comments are love ♥
And after the oh big intro, I'm leaving you guys with a drabble! I'm back to Esme! I'm gonna see if I can end these prompts before the year ends! loool Hope you enjoy it ♥
Fandom: Twilight
Community: twilightprompts
Prompt: Mother.
Teh Table: 2/5
Characters: Esme, Edward.
Title: Be a mom.
Rating: G
Warnings: none.
Word Count: 759 words
Summary: "It always took a while to adjust to the vision.". Settled during Twilight, Edward comes to Esme for comfort and advice. Esme power is love, this is her way of working it.
Notes: This fic was first published here. I did not only have it beta-ed but changed it quite a bit, cause it was (and still is) a difficult drabble to catch. So, I hope you can give it a second chance if you don't understand at first. So, thanks to nikegoddess_ & clarabell1015
“Mom!”
It always took a while to adjust to the vision. He may have been a already growing (forever still) young man, yet, she could only envision an innocent, pitiful five year old in front of her. His face was contorted in agony as he looked away, a curtain of bronze hair concealing his face. In her world, she came closer and knelt beside him.
“It’s not fair,” he moaned. She nodded silently, the touch of his skin warmer than it would have been to anybody took her breath away as she grabbed his hands. So small, so childish, as if they were actually like that.
“Look at me, Edward,” his eyes immediately flashed towards her. Gold met gold as she inspected him. “You’ll grow.”
Life was easy inside of a dream. Or sort of. She could never know. She was inside and so was him. How weird things could work it didn’t matter anymore. They were all freaks after all.
“I don’t wanna grow!” he spitted, his eyes looked down. Tears that couldn’t out of little eyes than never were threatened to stream down his face. She stroked his cheek softly, brushing path of emptiness deeper than she could reach.
“I’ll be here…” whispered soft, unmoving lips, and he looked back at her again. It only showed the greatest mixture of hope and pain.
“It’s not enough anymore, mom…”
He was still a little child in her mind, tears he wanted to shed in real life never able to come out. Eyes that never really existed in that little face were looking at her. It was the voice of a child… of her child. Nevertheless, it was an adult at the same time. His manners, his ways, his words. But mostly, his feelings.
“I need her.” Edward’s voice was so soft that it almost didn’t make its way to her ears. “I just… need her.” She smiled to him, his hands still in hers, his eyes as golden as moments before, the vision faded, and the present back into place. No longer was he a kid to her eyes, nor did his words plead the tone of a child. It was just Edward-- seventeen year old, broken Edward-- in front of her.
“They’ll understand,” she muttered, looking at her long-time son. The strange one, she thought to herself. “I do, my boy.” She knew how difficult it was for Edward to bare all his emotions like this, and she appreciated his trust in her. Normally he would have gone to Carlisle with his problems... but then again, he had never been in a situation like this before.
He let a breath out and she smiled, realizing neither of them had been breathing until that moment. She had been caught in her little fantasy vision. He had been struggling with himself all the time. She had never met her as five-year-old an yet, standing there hope and pain in his eyes proved that all this time, every little second before human Bella Swan appeared, he had only been a lost broken boy.
“Thanks, mom.”
She put her hands on his shoulders, and stood on her toes to kiss his forehead. “Thank you, sweetheart,” she corrected, before dancing out into the living room with her non-existent heart bouncing all the way to her ears. She sat down on the sofa with a smile, knowing that sooner or later all her children would understand too. It was like having a new Edward around-- a new son-- and she liked it.
She couldn’t even start thinking on how bad it was Bella was a human. Not as long as she could see hope and even faith in her son’s face. It didn’t matter how wrong it was that Bella was a human. She would do anything for her offspring-- anything to see them happy.
She could still see somewhere in her head a little Edward, no older than five years, sparkling golden eyes that still stared at her. He was holding the hand of a little girl she couldn’t put a face to. He was smiling. Big and fully like she had never seen him do before.
“Thank you, mom,” echoed the little boy. Words that sounded so similar and yet so different to the ones she had really heard moments before. In her mind, only in her mind, she knelt at his side and kissed his forehead; it smelt of freesias and cotton. She smiled, her eyes focusing on the laced hands of the cute couple.
“You’re welcome, my little boy.”
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