LET'S DO THIS.
(This idea, by the way, was shamelessly stolen from
fated_addiction and her epic
RPF post of win.)
So, let's get straight to the point.
Comment to this entry with a drabble.
Here's the catch: it has to be centered around a non-canon ship (like
Alice/Edward, for instance), which is a relationship that could never, ever happen in the books
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She glances up; another itch she can’t seem to scratch, no matter how long the stick she grabs to rub down her back when covered in fur. Black’s wallowing, drowning in his own river of tears as he’s sitting along the shoreline, knees pulled to his chest and calmness crashes over her like the waves that break the mornings of the days.
The sun starts to set; romance picks up in the air and Leah tosses a thin stick from her collection away as she sloppily makes her way towards the shadow of a stranger.
She plops down, “Hey loser,” the wind tosses her hair about, his is cut and little stones sit by his feet.
His eyebrows furrow together, a twitch of his lip, and he sighs. “You’re getting soft,” caresses the wind, sand grains fall against her bare legs and the small waves crash as the day starts to fade.
She shrugs, the wind lifts her shoulders and the twigs dance between her fingers, leaving little dots on the sand, “I know.”
Jake offers a tilt of his mouth she refuses to see; she starts drawing in the sand as if she’s ten again. Oranges and pinks tint the ocean and Jake’s warm hand paints her own.
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i love this line:
His eyebrows furrow together, a twitch of his lip, and he sighs. “You’re getting soft,” caresses the wind, sand grains fall against her bare legs and the small waves crash as the day starts to fade.
and the last line kills me, too.
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