[ Two drabbles ]
I know, I've done the unthinkable and crossed Twilight and Spooks but my brain is a mad place so forgive me.
Anyway, here are two short drabbles that may or may not be extended. It depends what shiny object is flying around.
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“What are you?”
“Excuse me?”
“What are you?”
There, then, Ros Myers has made an impression. She and Rosalie sit in the lecture theatre, almost too close for comfort, not bothering to pay attention. Rosalie because she knows this topic back-to-front and Ros... perhaps she does as well.
What not who.
This slight distinction means the world to Rosalie, as does the lack of fear in Ros' eyes.
“I don't have an answer to that.”
-
The first thing Jasper noticed about Ros Myers was that he couldn't sense her emotions. Initially, he thought it was because she had none of her own; that she did not feel pity, sympathy, or even happiness. But soon after, he realised he couldn't manipulate her either. No matter was emotion he threw, she remained immune, this strange creature for whom he felt a strange affinity.
“I don't understand.”
“I have trouble reading her mind, also.”
At least he wasn't going crazy, losing his gift.
It wasn't that Edward couldn't read her mind; it was that her natural defences, her ability to compartmentalise her thoughts, were so great he was literally shuttered out.
It was something neither Edward or Jasper liked.
Anyway, here are two short drabbles that may or may not be extended. It depends what shiny object is flying around.
--
“What are you?”
“Excuse me?”
“What are you?”
There, then, Ros Myers has made an impression. She and Rosalie sit in the lecture theatre, almost too close for comfort, not bothering to pay attention. Rosalie because she knows this topic back-to-front and Ros... perhaps she does as well.
What not who.
This slight distinction means the world to Rosalie, as does the lack of fear in Ros' eyes.
“I don't have an answer to that.”
-
The first thing Jasper noticed about Ros Myers was that he couldn't sense her emotions. Initially, he thought it was because she had none of her own; that she did not feel pity, sympathy, or even happiness. But soon after, he realised he couldn't manipulate her either. No matter was emotion he threw, she remained immune, this strange creature for whom he felt a strange affinity.
“I don't understand.”
“I have trouble reading her mind, also.”
At least he wasn't going crazy, losing his gift.
It wasn't that Edward couldn't read her mind; it was that her natural defences, her ability to compartmentalise her thoughts, were so great he was literally shuttered out.
It was something neither Edward or Jasper liked.