Night 59: F-A Block Hallway

[gald_digger]

[from here]

No, something was different. It wasn't until she reached the next hallway that Anise realized, but she could feel fonons - in the air, and in her body. It took a moment to process this, but as she thought about it, she quickly grew excited. Could this mean

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[vitale]

Everything. Was was ... a lot to be afraid of. Bella frowned and opened her mouth to say something, to dry and dig more out of the vampire, but suddenly his arms were around her, and she forgot what she was going to say. It had been so long since they had actually ... embraced without one of them being emotionally distraught (well, it was more often her, but still.) and she missed it more than anything. So she simply kept her mouth shut, reveling in the feel of him. The kiss to her forehead only caused her to all the more grow warm, and a content sigh escaped her lips as her heart beat double time. What are you doing, she chided herself. Acting like he's never kissed or touched you before. It's not like you're ... oh, I don't know, engaged or anything.

"I believe you," she whispered absolutely, and she did. She did trust him. Because she knew if she didn't she'd break and there'd be nothing left to hold onto.

Did she still want to go outside? Bella didn't really know. "Er, I guess? I mean, I don't really even know what's going on other than the whole ... glowing and the announcement and whatnot. But if this means we can try to escape, then why the hell not? It's not like we have ... you know. Wedding plans or anything back in Forks," she joked, clicking off her flashlight so she could put it into her pocket and free up one of her hands. At least Edward could be her eyes in the darkness this way. Besides, it wasn't like she could put the knife anywhere (and she wasn't letting Edward have it because then she'd never get it back.) so the flashlight was the sacrifice. With her free hand, she reached up to touch his face -

And hesitated, suddenly afraid. "... Can I touch you?" she asked, not wanting to push the boundaries of where they currently were. The last thing she needed was him zipping off like that time in the meadow.

[sanguinario]

Wedding plans. Of course. How could he forget? Or did it not say everything that he had, for some time, forgotten completely what they were? Perhaps, like how he was now, if they escaped - when they escaped - he could slip right back into his normal life with Bella, where they were in love and she had agreed to marry him. They would walk down the aisle and be joined together, conceivably forever. He could pretend, just for a moment, that he wasn't a monster wearing a human suit. He was just Edward Masen, tying himself to the woman he had waited a century to love.

"Please," he said, closing his eyes once her desire to touch him was made clear. He did not question why she even asked him in the first place.

He heard the click of claws, growls rolling in furred throats, and he knew should any of them decide to interrupt, it would take less than a second for him to silence them completely. A fact that he gladly embraced. They could always move if danger came near them. And it was. Danger was approaching them on all sides, attracted to his venom and her blood, and they would not stop until one or the other had been spilled. But it could wait. Just for the second it would take for him to absorb the heat of her palm.

Right. Right. Danger and - and outside. They could wait. He would take her outside after, despite the one desire in his heart being to pick her up, fold her against his chest, and run back to his room. Or hers. Or anyone's. As long as they were alone.

[vitale]

At his allowance, Bella reached up and placed her hand against Edward's face, palm lasting against his cheek for a moment before her fingers began to trail down his jaw, fingertips dancing over his lips as she looked up at him, almost as if she was memorizing his face all over again. It felt like years since the two of them had been together. Years. How long had it been since either of them had been together, uninjured, with no worries lacing their thoughts?

Not in a very, very, very, long time, she thought to herself sadly, her hand once again returning to his cheek, leaning forward to press her forehead against his shoulder, eyes shutting tightly. Her hand dropped from his cheek to wrap tightly around his neck, clinging to him out of sheer desperation.

"I've missed you," she whispered, the words escaping her before she even realized it. She saw him practically every day, at least one way or another, but ..

But it wasn't the same, and she knew it. A wall had formed between the two of them, no matter how desperately she had tried to take the bricks down before they grew higher than she could reach. But it had been for nothing, and the wall grew until she was left simply staring through the cracks at him, at his back as he turned and walked away from her, taking his secrets with her.

Now there was a chance. Now there was a hope in her heart that he would allow the wall to fall and return to her again. Please, she pleaded to whatever deity was currently watching over them, if there was even one at all.

Right. They had somewhere to be, they had to get out and ... and what? Escape? They weren't going to be able to escape, and she knew it. Was this even the same planet?

That thought made her fingers on the back of his neck tighten, defeat rolling over her. She didn't want to go outside. She wanted to stay with him. "I think I forgot something in my room," she lied, horridly. But he would get the gist of what she was trying to say, hopefully. "We can just ... go get it really fast and ... go ... outside?"