What is the most caress moment Edward ever done?
A poll and you tell me. It's somehow for Edward's birthday :P
What is the most caress moment Edward ever done?
Poll What is the most caress moment Edward ever done? I only thought about these stuff. Maybe you have something on your mind?
Some things about this poll:
1. Edward's note
"There was a piece of white paper folded on my seat. I got in and closed the door before I unfolded it.
Two words were written in his elegant script.
Be safe."
2. The lullaby:
Robert playing on the piano.
Carter Burwell's piece.
From SMeyer's playlist
Lullaby (Goodnight, My Angel) - Billy Joel <- who has the guide book tell me if it's right song or wrong. I'll have my copy in December!
Quote from Twilight, chapter 15:
"The music slowed, transforming into something softer, and to my surprise I detected the melody of his lullaby weaving through the profusion of notes.
"You inspired this one," he said softly."
Quote from Midnight Sun, chapter 7:
"I began the first line of the tune that had suggested itself to me in the car today, pleased that it sounded even better than I'd imagined.
Edward is playing again, Esme thought joyously, a smile breaking across her face. She got up from her desk, and flitted silently to the head of the stairs.
I added a harmonizing line, letting the central melody weave through it.
Esme sighed with contentment, sat down on the top step, and leaned her head against the banister. A new song. It's been so long. What a lovely tune.
I let the melody lead in a new direction, following it with the bass line. (...)
I did as she asked, and she came to stand behind me, putting her hands on my shoulders.
The song was compelling, but incomplete. I toyed with a bridge, but it didn't seem right somehow.
"It's charming. Does it have a name?" Esme asked.
"Not yet."
"Is there a story to it?" she asked, a smile in her voice. This gave her very great pleasure, and I felt guilty for having neglected my music for so long. It had been selfish.
"It's…a lullaby, I suppose." I got the bridge right then. It led easily to the next movement, taking on a life of its own.
"A lullaby," she repeated to herself.
There was a story to this melody, and once I saw that, the pieces fell into place effortlessly. The story was a sleeping girl in a narrow bed, dark hair thick and wild and twisted like seaweed across the pillow…
Alice left Jasper to his own devices and came to sit next to me on the bench. In her trilling, wind chime voice, she sketched out a wordless descant two octaves above the melody.
"I like it," I murmured. "But how about this?"
I added her line to the harmony-my hands were flying across the keys now to work all the pieces together-modifying it a bit, taking it in a new direction…
She caught the mood, and sung along.
"Yes. Perfect," I said.
Esme squeezed my shoulder.
But I could see the end now, with Alice's voice rising above the tune and taking it to another place. I could see how the song must end, because the sleeping girl was perfect just the way she was, and any change at all would be wrong, a sadness. The song drifted toward that realization, slower and lower now. Alice's voice lowered, too, and became solemn, a tone that belonged under the echoing arches of a candlelit cathedral.
I played the last note, and then bowed my head over the keys.
3. The heart shipped diamond:
Quote from Eclipse, chapter 20:
""A hand-me-down," he reminded me sternly. He pulled my left wrist away from my leg, and touched the silver bracelet for just a moment. Then he gave me my arm back.
I examined it cautiously. On the opposite side of the chain from the wolf, there now hung a brilliant heart-shaped crystal.
It was cut in a million facets, so that even in the subdued light shining from the lamp, it sparkled. I inhaled in a low gasp.
"It was my mother's." He shrugged deprecatingly. "I inherited quite a few baubles like this. I've given some to Esme and Alice both. So, clearly, this is not a big deal in any way."
I smiled ruefully at his assurance.
"But I thought it was a good representation," he continued. "It's hard and cold." He laughed. "And it throws rainbows in the sunlight."
"You forgot the most important similarity," I murmured. "It's beautiful."
"My heart is just as silent," he mused. "And it, too, is yours."
I twisted my wrist so the heart would glimmer. "Thank you. For both.""
4. The ring:
Quote from Eclipse, chapter 20:
“”I supposed it’s a little outdated.” His tone was playfully apologetic. “Old-fashioned, just like me. I can get you something more modern. Something from Tiffany’s?”
“I like old-fashioned things,” I mumbled as I hesitantly lifted the lid.
Nestled into the black satin, Elizabeth Masen’s ring sparkled in the dim light. The face was a long oval, set with slanting rows of glittering round stones. The band was gold - delicate and narrow. The gold made a fragile web around the diamonds. I’d never seen anything like it.
Unthinkingly, I stroked the shimmering gems.
“It’s so pretty,” I murmured to myself, surprised.”
By the way, I'm working on the post about this ring, so..... Yeah.
Twilight Lexicon done something like that, though I thought about doing this poll for really long time.
Twilight Lexicon's polls:
Edward's most romantic gesture, Edward's Top Book Moments, What is your favorite Edward Quote?
Vote and comment here! ;)
What is the most caress moment Edward ever done?
Poll What is the most caress moment Edward ever done? I only thought about these stuff. Maybe you have something on your mind?
Some things about this poll:
1. Edward's note
"There was a piece of white paper folded on my seat. I got in and closed the door before I unfolded it.
Two words were written in his elegant script.
Be safe."
2. The lullaby:
Robert playing on the piano.
Carter Burwell's piece.
From SMeyer's playlist
Lullaby (Goodnight, My Angel) - Billy Joel <- who has the guide book tell me if it's right song or wrong. I'll have my copy in December!
Quote from Twilight, chapter 15:
"The music slowed, transforming into something softer, and to my surprise I detected the melody of his lullaby weaving through the profusion of notes.
"You inspired this one," he said softly."
Quote from Midnight Sun, chapter 7:
"I began the first line of the tune that had suggested itself to me in the car today, pleased that it sounded even better than I'd imagined.
Edward is playing again, Esme thought joyously, a smile breaking across her face. She got up from her desk, and flitted silently to the head of the stairs.
I added a harmonizing line, letting the central melody weave through it.
Esme sighed with contentment, sat down on the top step, and leaned her head against the banister. A new song. It's been so long. What a lovely tune.
I let the melody lead in a new direction, following it with the bass line. (...)
I did as she asked, and she came to stand behind me, putting her hands on my shoulders.
The song was compelling, but incomplete. I toyed with a bridge, but it didn't seem right somehow.
"It's charming. Does it have a name?" Esme asked.
"Not yet."
"Is there a story to it?" she asked, a smile in her voice. This gave her very great pleasure, and I felt guilty for having neglected my music for so long. It had been selfish.
"It's…a lullaby, I suppose." I got the bridge right then. It led easily to the next movement, taking on a life of its own.
"A lullaby," she repeated to herself.
There was a story to this melody, and once I saw that, the pieces fell into place effortlessly. The story was a sleeping girl in a narrow bed, dark hair thick and wild and twisted like seaweed across the pillow…
Alice left Jasper to his own devices and came to sit next to me on the bench. In her trilling, wind chime voice, she sketched out a wordless descant two octaves above the melody.
"I like it," I murmured. "But how about this?"
I added her line to the harmony-my hands were flying across the keys now to work all the pieces together-modifying it a bit, taking it in a new direction…
She caught the mood, and sung along.
"Yes. Perfect," I said.
Esme squeezed my shoulder.
But I could see the end now, with Alice's voice rising above the tune and taking it to another place. I could see how the song must end, because the sleeping girl was perfect just the way she was, and any change at all would be wrong, a sadness. The song drifted toward that realization, slower and lower now. Alice's voice lowered, too, and became solemn, a tone that belonged under the echoing arches of a candlelit cathedral.
I played the last note, and then bowed my head over the keys.
3. The heart shipped diamond:
Quote from Eclipse, chapter 20:
""A hand-me-down," he reminded me sternly. He pulled my left wrist away from my leg, and touched the silver bracelet for just a moment. Then he gave me my arm back.
I examined it cautiously. On the opposite side of the chain from the wolf, there now hung a brilliant heart-shaped crystal.
It was cut in a million facets, so that even in the subdued light shining from the lamp, it sparkled. I inhaled in a low gasp.
"It was my mother's." He shrugged deprecatingly. "I inherited quite a few baubles like this. I've given some to Esme and Alice both. So, clearly, this is not a big deal in any way."
I smiled ruefully at his assurance.
"But I thought it was a good representation," he continued. "It's hard and cold." He laughed. "And it throws rainbows in the sunlight."
"You forgot the most important similarity," I murmured. "It's beautiful."
"My heart is just as silent," he mused. "And it, too, is yours."
I twisted my wrist so the heart would glimmer. "Thank you. For both.""
4. The ring:
Quote from Eclipse, chapter 20:
“”I supposed it’s a little outdated.” His tone was playfully apologetic. “Old-fashioned, just like me. I can get you something more modern. Something from Tiffany’s?”
“I like old-fashioned things,” I mumbled as I hesitantly lifted the lid.
Nestled into the black satin, Elizabeth Masen’s ring sparkled in the dim light. The face was a long oval, set with slanting rows of glittering round stones. The band was gold - delicate and narrow. The gold made a fragile web around the diamonds. I’d never seen anything like it.
Unthinkingly, I stroked the shimmering gems.
“It’s so pretty,” I murmured to myself, surprised.”
By the way, I'm working on the post about this ring, so..... Yeah.
Twilight Lexicon done something like that, though I thought about doing this poll for really long time.
Twilight Lexicon's polls:
Edward's most romantic gesture, Edward's Top Book Moments, What is your favorite Edward Quote?
Vote and comment here! ;)