[twilight] Statues: Volume XI
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Title: Growing Old, Not Growing Up
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Carlisle Cullen/Irina
Rating: PG
Summary: “So serious,” she hummed. “Can’t we play instead?” [for the twilight uncanon drabble request meme at pinkceptional!]
Irina was sitting on the dining room table, legs swinging back and forth. She watched her dress swish about her calves as though it were the most whimsical, wonderful, natural thing.
But natural was the farthest from anything Irina was.
She hummed, high voice tinkling like bells. It didn’t fill the room - it was merely strung along the air, a little ribbon trailing here and there. Too quick to touch, too fine to see. Her lashes fluttered with the music, kissing her cheeks, and she swung her head from side to side. Artificial curls bobbed along her shoulders.
“Irina,” Carlisle’s voice cleared the room and broke into her lullaby. She opened her eyes and smiled; her legs swished-swished.
“Carlisle?” she asked, mirroring his tone.
“This is serious.” And it was. They had so much to discuss in so little time, so the Denali sent their eldest as a spokesperson. Never mind Irina’s obsession with youth, with her childish façade.
“So serious,” she hummed. “Can’t we play instead?”
She held her hands in a pleading motion, fingertips to her lips. She looked so light, all in white and with vibrant rust hair. And it was true she played her role well. She looked innocent, happy, blissfully ignorant. When her eyelids closed and opened, he couldn't see even a glimmer of her age. Of her hatred - of everything that made her the only person Jasper couldn’t stand to be around.
“No games, not right now. Please, at least put this on pause, Irina.”
She pouted, and her legs stopped swinging. “That’s not very nice of you. Are you calling me an actor?”
“I’m calling you a liar.”
Then her wide eyes narrowed, flashing wicked bronze. All at once she was off the table and before him, tangling her hands in his hair and pulling his face painfully toward hers. She stopped just short of a kiss, the breath between their lips mingling and freezing there.
“Don’t be rude,” she hissed, and held him in place while he waited. Then, she pressed a small, innocent kiss to his lips and bounced. Her fingers fell from his hair and into his hands. “Now! Why don’t you take me for a walk and we’ll play serious a while?”
Title: He’s Had It All - He’s Had It Better
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Tanya/Bella Swan
Rating: PG
Summary: Tanya is a great many things - maternal is not one of them. [for the twilight uncanon drabble request meme at pinkceptional!]
Tanya watched the little human, her shoulders curled inward like the pages of her book.
It was a (barely) glorified babysitting job, this errand of Edward’s. She wanted to rake her nails across his face when he asked - but he used that velvet voice, so reminiscent of those days before heartbeats and singers.
It was babysitting, so Tanya decided to play.
While Bella was reading chapter one, Tanya dropped an idle comment about werewolves - dirty, wrong, squeezed from between the legs of some filthy primordial whore - and nothing.
On chapter two, she took it a step further to clumsy humans, stupid humans, inbred, frothing, herded humans. But Bella’s eyes didn’t flicker a moment, away from Heathcliff and Catherine.
Tanya waited a while. A lull between plot points, to build suspense. Then she went by name: lying Edward, unfaithful Edward, delicious Edward and Bella said, “He said you might say that.” Predictable, untrustworthy Edward. Meddlesome Alice.
It took until the middle of the book, when the pages were bent back like broken wings and the spine was at its weakest, that she struck with, I’ve been very rude. We’re not on opposite sides, after all, are we, Bella? And she trailed her fingertip from the back of her neck, summoning a shiver, down to the dip of her shirt collar. Her lips dropped to Bella’s ear, and she nipped - oh so gently - the flesh behind her ear. So who does it better? Him or me?
Bella rocketed up from the couch and turned, tears in her eyes as her chest convulsed with shock, with confirmed suspicion.
Horrible Tanya. Heartbreaking Tanya. Clever, wicked, clever Tanya.
Title: Growing Old, Not Growing Up
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Carlisle Cullen/Irina
Rating: PG
Summary: “So serious,” she hummed. “Can’t we play instead?” [for the twilight uncanon drabble request meme at pinkceptional!]
Irina was sitting on the dining room table, legs swinging back and forth. She watched her dress swish about her calves as though it were the most whimsical, wonderful, natural thing.
But natural was the farthest from anything Irina was.
She hummed, high voice tinkling like bells. It didn’t fill the room - it was merely strung along the air, a little ribbon trailing here and there. Too quick to touch, too fine to see. Her lashes fluttered with the music, kissing her cheeks, and she swung her head from side to side. Artificial curls bobbed along her shoulders.
“Irina,” Carlisle’s voice cleared the room and broke into her lullaby. She opened her eyes and smiled; her legs swished-swished.
“Carlisle?” she asked, mirroring his tone.
“This is serious.” And it was. They had so much to discuss in so little time, so the Denali sent their eldest as a spokesperson. Never mind Irina’s obsession with youth, with her childish façade.
“So serious,” she hummed. “Can’t we play instead?”
She held her hands in a pleading motion, fingertips to her lips. She looked so light, all in white and with vibrant rust hair. And it was true she played her role well. She looked innocent, happy, blissfully ignorant. When her eyelids closed and opened, he couldn't see even a glimmer of her age. Of her hatred - of everything that made her the only person Jasper couldn’t stand to be around.
“No games, not right now. Please, at least put this on pause, Irina.”
She pouted, and her legs stopped swinging. “That’s not very nice of you. Are you calling me an actor?”
“I’m calling you a liar.”
Then her wide eyes narrowed, flashing wicked bronze. All at once she was off the table and before him, tangling her hands in his hair and pulling his face painfully toward hers. She stopped just short of a kiss, the breath between their lips mingling and freezing there.
“Don’t be rude,” she hissed, and held him in place while he waited. Then, she pressed a small, innocent kiss to his lips and bounced. Her fingers fell from his hair and into his hands. “Now! Why don’t you take me for a walk and we’ll play serious a while?”
Title: He’s Had It All - He’s Had It Better
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Tanya/Bella Swan
Rating: PG
Summary: Tanya is a great many things - maternal is not one of them. [for the twilight uncanon drabble request meme at pinkceptional!]
Tanya watched the little human, her shoulders curled inward like the pages of her book.
It was a (barely) glorified babysitting job, this errand of Edward’s. She wanted to rake her nails across his face when he asked - but he used that velvet voice, so reminiscent of those days before heartbeats and singers.
It was babysitting, so Tanya decided to play.
While Bella was reading chapter one, Tanya dropped an idle comment about werewolves - dirty, wrong, squeezed from between the legs of some filthy primordial whore - and nothing.
On chapter two, she took it a step further to clumsy humans, stupid humans, inbred, frothing, herded humans. But Bella’s eyes didn’t flicker a moment, away from Heathcliff and Catherine.
Tanya waited a while. A lull between plot points, to build suspense. Then she went by name: lying Edward, unfaithful Edward, delicious Edward and Bella said, “He said you might say that.” Predictable, untrustworthy Edward. Meddlesome Alice.
It took until the middle of the book, when the pages were bent back like broken wings and the spine was at its weakest, that she struck with, I’ve been very rude. We’re not on opposite sides, after all, are we, Bella? And she trailed her fingertip from the back of her neck, summoning a shiver, down to the dip of her shirt collar. Her lips dropped to Bella’s ear, and she nipped - oh so gently - the flesh behind her ear. So who does it better? Him or me?
Bella rocketed up from the couch and turned, tears in her eyes as her chest convulsed with shock, with confirmed suspicion.
Horrible Tanya. Heartbreaking Tanya. Clever, wicked, clever Tanya.