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[themidnightson]

[Because the mun is cruel and cracktastic]When the door opens this morning, it's on a pair of piercing emerald eyes and a mop of just-this-side-of-needing-a-trim copper hair, peering around what was supposed to be the kitchen door, at barely half the height of it. This did not look like the kitchen and those people were not the cook

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[ofthefamily]

It's always startling when Carlisle sees a young child in Milliways. Especially now with a murderer still on the loose, he tries to keep an eye on unattended children more often.

But he smells familiar, though the memory is hazier than he'd like.

"Hello, young man."

[themidnightson]

He's still looking around, green eyes wide with wonder.

How did they manage to redecorate it like this? And wasn't it so much bigger? Had the kitchen always been this much bigger and he hadn't noticed? And maybe no one would notice if he continue to creep toward tables, even in only surreptitious glances?

He blinked when someone addressed, "Hi."

Beat, before he straightens a tiny bit, with a glance wondering if his parents are watching, or if this person is their friend and would tell them.

"Umhm-" he grinned shyly, a tiny bit crooked, like it was mistake and joke for the first word, "Hello, sir."

[ofthefamily]

The corners of Carlisle's mouth turn upward in a shifting smile as he takes the sight of the boy in. In the diminished light of the bar his hair is more brown than anything else, but even at this distance he can see the green of the young boy's eyes taking everything in.

"Are you lost? What's your name, son?"

[themidnightson]

"No." His little head shook, smile turned brighter, slightly wider, with the easy confidence of a child in their own sureness. "I live here."

He took a few steps forward and held out his hand, the first few tiny digits wiggling. There is only laughter and pride and love, the same sureness in his face and voice. It's his house, how could anyone not know him?

"My name is Edward Masen."

[betagainstme]

She knows him instantly. How can she not? He is her, a part of her, in her, with her always. Even like this. If her heart weren't already dead, it would stop. It feels like it's trying to climb out her throat as is.

Jasper as a human was just strange. He was drunk. He smelled like alcohol and war.

Edward was so small. A child. She couldn't ever remember being that small.

Alice forces a smile to her face and she steps towards the boy (her brother) and stoops down in front of him. "Why hello there."

[themidnightson]

Brilliant green eyes blink rapidly at the woman who came down. She didn't look like anyone he remembered, but his Mother's parties were ever so huge and there so many Ladies and she was--

"Pretty."

[betagainstme]

Alice's smile is helpless and she wants to cry. "Thank you. You're quite handsome yourself. I'm Alice."

[themidnightson]

"I'm Edward."

There was a little giggle in his name. How could anyone not know him in his home? There were no other little boys here.

He stuck his hand out, wiggling his fingers, but not too far, as she had crouched down and was very close to him. His face scrunched up with decided effort, as he said, "I am pleased to meet you, Miss Alice."

A canned line, but he was very proud of having managed it!

His Mother and Father would be so proud.