If it's part announcement and part distraction, Edward is humming a piece of music usually reserved for violins when he arrives back at the newest room.
"Edward." A light tone and pleased, tucking the pen into the open spine of his notebook from the Nightside and putting it off to one side. "Find anything interesting while you were out?"
The nearest form of anything approaching something larger than a village and a main cross street is about an hour's run from where the two were staying the night, but Carlisle hardly expects this to stop him.
"I hadn't been looking." It was an easy set of words when he stopped humming in the middle of the solo section. The music played on in his thoughts, even when his lips gave it up. "Just walking."
And it certainly seems to have put you in a decent mood, Carlisle adds. Not that Edward walking about and humming to himself is anything out of the ordinary, but it always manages to force Carlisle to count his blessings.
Edward's expression was for a handful of seconds the war between pressing for the advantage and nearly frowning at the effort. Before he suddenly he had the smallest tug of a smile with a raised eyebrows.
There a gesture toward the door.
"Wouldn't want to keep my illustrious destiny waiting."
Carlisle's succeeding, the happiness of that fact nearly letting the song slip but no that wouldn't do at all.
The picture of ease, Carlisle picks up his jacket before leaving first through the door and back out to the street in front of the inn they have been occupying for the last day.
The alto accompanies the soprano for the descant, "We'll walk to the cul-de-sac up the road and then we're off for a bit of a run."
Edward closed the door behind them, keeping an easy pace. The smile didn't leave, but he listened to the music, and the timbre of Carlisle's voice. It'd been a while since he hadn't been certain where they were going.
"I imagined that you would have to deign to be slower than I am, in order to find that out."
As it turns out, once the pair hit the cul-de-sac, they step off the road into the path in the woods beyond it to leave due south-east. Carlisle picks up speed first, not looking behind him to see if Edward was keeping up.
It's only about ten minutes away, actually. As if that were a clue as to specifically where they were headed.
Carlisle's answer gets a sarcastic chuckle, the sound lost quickly behind them both in the speed they take to the wind. That in itself is exhilarating, as he tries to consider all that he knows in ten minute bursts from them.
Before he chuckled again, "I can't outrace you this way."
Carlisle stands to one side, letting Edward walk ahead of him.
"Sunrise is in an hour. It took me forever to find someplace with water that didn't have anyone nearby."
The music in Carlisle's head stops suddenly, revealing the image of what lies beyond the treeline in front of them both. A small lake, trees yes, but open space as well --
It's not the first thing he's asked for, but it was inconsequential enough he had focused much on it once they'd managed to make London in an alive and un-carnivorous-train fashion.
Inconsequential enough he's speechless even as he pushed past the tree line break into the opening, looking up at the the dark blue sky reflecting off the moving water -- the one that won't be as dark or starlit soon enough.
Carlisle has seen plenty of sunrises since being turned.
Water always makes it brighter; the light reflecting off of every possible surface already, but the water gives it movement and a life of its own.
I like the idea of it, anyway, Carlisle starts offhandedly, preparing for something akin to Edward not thinking much of the hidden place Carlisle had scouted.
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The nearest form of anything approaching something larger than a village and a main cross street is about an hour's run from where the two were staying the night, but Carlisle hardly expects this to stop him.
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And it certainly seems to have put you in a decent mood, Carlisle adds. Not that Edward walking about and humming to himself is anything out of the ordinary, but it always manages to force Carlisle to count his blessings.
"You arrived just in time, too."
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A song starts immediately to implant itself in Carlisle's head; trumpets and horn, fluttering clarinet and then a high soprano --
"Clearly."
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Edward's expression was for a handful of seconds the war between pressing for the advantage and nearly frowning at the effort. Before he suddenly he had the smallest tug of a smile with a raised eyebrows.
There a gesture toward the door.
"Wouldn't want to keep my illustrious destiny waiting."
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The picture of ease, Carlisle picks up his jacket before leaving first through the door and back out to the street in front of the inn they have been occupying for the last day.
The alto accompanies the soprano for the descant, "We'll walk to the cul-de-sac up the road and then we're off for a bit of a run."
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"Which direction then?"
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As it turns out, once the pair hit the cul-de-sac, they step off the road into the path in the woods beyond it to leave due south-east. Carlisle picks up speed first, not looking behind him to see if Edward was keeping up.
It's only about ten minutes away, actually. As if that were a clue as to specifically where they were headed.
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Before he chuckled again, "I can't outrace you this way."
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Possibly.
When Carlisle slows again, they have arrived...nowhere in particular, trees still an arm-span away from them on either side, dark and dense.
Do you remember what you told me about sunlight in the Nightside?
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"Sunrise is in an hour. It took me forever to find someplace with water that didn't have anyone nearby."
The music in Carlisle's head stops suddenly, revealing the image of what lies beyond the treeline in front of them both. A small lake, trees yes, but open space as well --
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Inconsequential enough he's speechless even as he pushed past the tree line break into the opening, looking up at the the dark blue sky reflecting off the moving water -- the one that won't be as dark or starlit soon enough.
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Water always makes it brighter; the light reflecting off of every possible surface already, but the water gives it movement and a life of its own.
I like the idea of it, anyway, Carlisle starts offhandedly, preparing for something akin to Edward not thinking much of the hidden place Carlisle had scouted.
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