[twilight] Statues: Volume II
Title: Second Place and a Gold Cup
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Embry Call/Bella Swan
Rating: G
Summary: Jacob Black was first in everything - was being the operative word. [for the twilight uncanon drabble-a-thon at kaiwynn's lj!]
Jacob always got there first, then Embry, then Quil.
First of their voices to deepen? Jacob’s. By the time Embry’s cracked in the middle of an oral presentation, it wasn’t impressive at all, just funny. He remembers peals of laughter erupting from the class, the guys folding over and almost crying, the girls blushing pink and tittering behind their hands. And even Quil laughed, and Jacob just smiled like he knew.
First of them to get a car? Jacob. He didn’t even have a license and he was spending every waking hour grease-monkeying around in that damn garage. The finished product was such a work of art - despite being a beat-up old jalopy - that no one wanted a spin in Embry’s brand new Ford. And even Quil shotgunned riding with Jacob, and Jacob just smiled and said he’d rather ride with Embry.
First of them to turn? Actually, that was Embry. He couldn’t lie: he felt a tiny rush of pride as the first inducted into Sam’s game, the first let in on the secret. At night, he mused over why he’d gotten there before Jacob. Maybe it was superior genes. But all that failed to matter when Jacob burst onto the scene with his innate talent and buzzed haircut. And Quil even cried, and Embry just shivered down the length of his spine like there was no injustice greater.
But maybe, just maybe, that meant things were changing.
First of them to kiss Bella Swan? Well, that’s the mystery, isn’t it? And even Quil doesn’t know, and Jacob just smiles like the world’s exactly as it seems, and the quirk of Embry’s lips tells you a rather different story.
Title: Hush-A, Hush-A
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Jane (Volturi)/Carlisle Cullen
Rating: PG-13
Summary: She'll never be beautiful. [for the twilight uncanon drabble-a-thon at kaiwynn's lj!]
Volterra wraps around her in stone spires and trickling brick, and she sits there to simply think think think. Fantasies twirl about in her head in sugarplum shoes, eyes like sightless glass, dresses of burnt sugar. Together they weave a figure-eight across the marble floor of her mind and a film plays against the white, flickering in a faulty projector.
There is a woman, in her mid-twenties, and she is striking. Her eyes blaze blood-red, her lips rosy over rows of perfect ivory. Her shoulders cut above Heidi’s, sharp planes slicing a V down her back. The ripples of her spin show, but she is beautiful, like a slab of limestone carved too thin, but by a master. Red silk becomes her blood, dripping off her body, tied at the neck.
And there he is, her lovely prey, her waking dream. He smiles because he knows her, because she is older and slightly more fragile but always captivating. This… This is Jane. An innocent seductress, a woman yet always a child.
She opens her eyes. They are wide with the unrealized hope of a childhood that hasn’t been hers for hundreds of years. What stares back are the twin scarlets of Alec, his full mouth frowning.
“You were thinking of the leaf-eater again, weren’t you?”
The flickering image of blond hair, gold eyes, and a compassion that still could not see past her permanent set of baby teeth.
“Fuck off.”
Alec sighs. “All these years, and even your tongue hasn’t grown up.”
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Embry Call/Bella Swan
Rating: G
Summary: Jacob Black was first in everything - was being the operative word. [for the twilight uncanon drabble-a-thon at kaiwynn's lj!]
Jacob always got there first, then Embry, then Quil.
First of their voices to deepen? Jacob’s. By the time Embry’s cracked in the middle of an oral presentation, it wasn’t impressive at all, just funny. He remembers peals of laughter erupting from the class, the guys folding over and almost crying, the girls blushing pink and tittering behind their hands. And even Quil laughed, and Jacob just smiled like he knew.
First of them to get a car? Jacob. He didn’t even have a license and he was spending every waking hour grease-monkeying around in that damn garage. The finished product was such a work of art - despite being a beat-up old jalopy - that no one wanted a spin in Embry’s brand new Ford. And even Quil shotgunned riding with Jacob, and Jacob just smiled and said he’d rather ride with Embry.
First of them to turn? Actually, that was Embry. He couldn’t lie: he felt a tiny rush of pride as the first inducted into Sam’s game, the first let in on the secret. At night, he mused over why he’d gotten there before Jacob. Maybe it was superior genes. But all that failed to matter when Jacob burst onto the scene with his innate talent and buzzed haircut. And Quil even cried, and Embry just shivered down the length of his spine like there was no injustice greater.
But maybe, just maybe, that meant things were changing.
First of them to kiss Bella Swan? Well, that’s the mystery, isn’t it? And even Quil doesn’t know, and Jacob just smiles like the world’s exactly as it seems, and the quirk of Embry’s lips tells you a rather different story.
Title: Hush-A, Hush-A
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Jane (Volturi)/Carlisle Cullen
Rating: PG-13
Summary: She'll never be beautiful. [for the twilight uncanon drabble-a-thon at kaiwynn's lj!]
Volterra wraps around her in stone spires and trickling brick, and she sits there to simply think think think. Fantasies twirl about in her head in sugarplum shoes, eyes like sightless glass, dresses of burnt sugar. Together they weave a figure-eight across the marble floor of her mind and a film plays against the white, flickering in a faulty projector.
There is a woman, in her mid-twenties, and she is striking. Her eyes blaze blood-red, her lips rosy over rows of perfect ivory. Her shoulders cut above Heidi’s, sharp planes slicing a V down her back. The ripples of her spin show, but she is beautiful, like a slab of limestone carved too thin, but by a master. Red silk becomes her blood, dripping off her body, tied at the neck.
And there he is, her lovely prey, her waking dream. He smiles because he knows her, because she is older and slightly more fragile but always captivating. This… This is Jane. An innocent seductress, a woman yet always a child.
She opens her eyes. They are wide with the unrealized hope of a childhood that hasn’t been hers for hundreds of years. What stares back are the twin scarlets of Alec, his full mouth frowning.
“You were thinking of the leaf-eater again, weren’t you?”
The flickering image of blond hair, gold eyes, and a compassion that still could not see past her permanent set of baby teeth.
“Fuck off.”
Alec sighs. “All these years, and even your tongue hasn’t grown up.”