it still remains untitled
title: it still remains untitled
pairings: edward/carlisle; edward/esme; edward/rosalie; edward/tanya; edward/alice; edward/bella + a few more
rating: r
summary: the notes all clash together and the ivory turns to red and he swears he's never heard such a beautiful sound in his life.
The final set of keys plunk creating a melody despairing and painful to even hear.
But he's still not satisfied.
carlisle.
He swears in his mind and his tongue feels the burn.
"I hate you."
His face goes blank and his eyes remain untouched.
You don't hate me, Edward. You don't know what hate is.
He leaves and Edward runs to the nearest window, punches it.
"I know what hate is."
-
They remain alone, sneering words from his direction and a calm answer thrown back.
Edward knows that Carlisle will never harm him, but he refuses to believe.
How can you believe when his mind is full of anything but pure?
They're both alone in a quiet house where the walls talk more than they hear.
And Edward's mouth was now always shut by a pair of lips who didn't belong to him.
Like father, like son.
esme
I love her, Edward.
He's disgusted by Carlisle's affectionate tone and even in his mind, he can't hide the adoration he feels for the dying woman.
"Are you going to marry her then?"
I will, if that is what she wishes as well.
And he sits down on the piano and begins playing (the first part) of a song he didn't even know he knew.
-
She's awake. She's awake.
The house was welcoming, with brightly lit walls and open window shades.
She had the sweetest laugh, like honey being dripped down.
Oh, Edward, my dear. What would you like to do today?
He replies with a shrug and leaves.
-
Kisses in the dark hallways and rendezvous in the garden, the shadows draping their bodies in darkness.
She moans quietly when he traces her collarbone with his tongue.
They never go farther than kissing, she's scared of being caught.
And he feels it's sinning to taste his father in her tongue.
-
She lies better than he could ever have.
Edward and I tended to the garden. It's quite lovely, isn't it?
And at night when he hears her soft moans combined with his rugged sighs, he adds another piece to his song.
He's tired of playing her husband when Carlisle is at work.
rosalie.
She was everything he would've ever concocted (dreamed) in a woman.
Hair like golden weaves and legs that stretched on for miles.
Her eyes were always tainted scarlet with the anger she harbored in the bay.
The hurricane she had yet to release.
He tried welcoming her and she would shun him; her mind always quiet and her lips never moving.
-
So the night he came back from hunting, he was surprised.
She was lying on the bed, naked and as vulnerable as they came.
The moonlight shone on her pallid skin, contouring every sharp angle of her (fragile) body.
You always wanted this, didn't you?
He doesn't shake or nod but walks over and kisses her, right on the bellybutton.
"My God, you are beautiful."
-
They continue their habits.
Mornings they don't speak and nights they combine so fiercely together, it's hard to determine the start and ending point of each body.
They force the puzzle pieces to fit, even if they can't.
She tears his back with her (perfectly manicured) hands.
He bites her neck, bruising her shoulder blades with every thrust of his hips.
They force the anger, the need, the desire onto their bodies, but never feel the relief.
tanya.
The seductress and the fall of Achilles.
She always stringed him along like a puppet, toying with his feelings and heart and he never rejected her oncoming.
The family went to her one day, taking Rosalie with them.
Who is Tanya?
"The girl who can make you feel like you're at the top of the world when you're getting crushed headfirst."
She nods and realizes she wasn't his first.
-
She opens the door, her long hair and sparkling eyes enchanting, enticing, bewitching.
Come in, come in.
Who's the girl?
"Rosalie Hale, this is Tanya."
Pretty. Sad eyes. Long neck. Are you looking for a replacement?
He shakes his head.
Tanya and Rosalie become fast friends and it boils him inside.
The sound of secrets being passed along and him not knowing scares him the most.
-
He lies in her sheets that cover more than secrets and indecent love affairs.
He kisses her hipbones that point to happy territories below.
She suppresses a sigh and he notices.
"What's wrong?"
She straddles his narrow hips, and in between his pleasure, he sees another face where his face should be.
-
He knows what lies behind the walls.
Stolen kisses between the two women he thought he could love.
He mentally creates a melody in his head and never forgets it.
emmett.
She doesn't stay during his transformation.
All day and night, he cries for his angel.
The angel that saved him and he finds it ironic.
The angel that saves everyone but herself.
-
She comes back eventually, her eyes less angry and clearer than before.
She doesn't fall for Emmett that day. Or the next.
It takes a while but Emmett was strong and he knocked down the walls around her.
Something Edward never managed to do.
Then he heard it, too.
I think I love you, Emmett.
He bit his lip and, once again, played the piano adding the new part to the other three.
alice.
She moves in like a tornado, dizzying everyone's lives.
She brings along Jasper, whose eyes and scars hide more than what's inside.
He reads minds. She sees the future. He reads people.
The three freaks, is what Emmett called them and Edward cringed when Rosalie laughed along with him.
She was tiny, a lithe ballerina in the house whose happiness was intoxicating.
How they became attracted, they don't even know.
Their primal instincts in full gear and they hunted down the animals.
Blood-stained lips and he kissed her, carrying her body, curling her around his hips.
She never denied it that night, either.
_
She took the dominant role and always used him first.
He saw her mind what she planned and he didn't prevent them from happening.
Jasper was always gone hunting, keeping his lust down.
And they were working on theirs.
She never liked to be on the bottom, always on the top.
You could lose me in the sheets.
"I don't think I'd lose you."
I see the future, Edward, not the past.
-
He finds out eventually.
There are no secrets in the world of hidden affairs.
He tells her that as long as she's happy, he could live with it.
Jasper, you're the reason I'm alive.
She leaves Edward to continue her life.
Jasper forgives him but he never forgets.
He stays awake, a composition playing in his mind, while the walls in the house tumble with delight.
bella.
He would've never thought he would fall for a human girl.
His choice was blondes, not brunettes.
Long and seductive, not short and shy.
He fell in love but it didn't erase the scars in his heart.
-
He battles with his mind and never wins the war.
He leaves her alone in the woods.
He could almost hear her heart breaking in perfect symphony with his.
-
She comes to him, heart open and ready to forgive.
He realizes that this time, he's not alone.
He always looms in the dark, waiting for his chance to mess up.
-
"I asked her to marry me and she said yes."
Congratulations all around.
Are you sure you want this?
He nods.
Are you sure she wants this?
He doesn't say anything.
-
He goes to her bedroom like every night.
But something is off.
The window is locked and a paper flutters in the wind.
I'm sorry I couldn't do this.
The ring hangs on the handle.
He grabbed it and crushed it in his hand.
Just a fool. Just a goddamn fool.
-
He watches her grow up.
She marries Jacob, has kids, has everything she never thought she wanted but did.
He hears her one morning, "I chose life."
And he hears, "I chose death."
-
His hands stained scarlet with the blood from a man.
Her eyes in fright as he strokes her cheek, her heart pulsating so hard, so fast.
"I'm sorry," he says, plunging his teeth into her neck.
Her once-chocolate eyes turn lifeless and she drifts fast asleep.
The blood of the desire and of the saint all combined together in his mouth.
edward.
The piano in his room and he plays passionately.
The notes all clash together and the ivory turns to red.
And he swears he's never heard such a beautiful sound in his life.
pairings: edward/carlisle; edward/esme; edward/rosalie; edward/tanya; edward/alice; edward/bella + a few more
rating: r
summary: the notes all clash together and the ivory turns to red and he swears he's never heard such a beautiful sound in his life.
The final set of keys plunk creating a melody despairing and painful to even hear.
But he's still not satisfied.
carlisle.
He swears in his mind and his tongue feels the burn.
"I hate you."
His face goes blank and his eyes remain untouched.
You don't hate me, Edward. You don't know what hate is.
He leaves and Edward runs to the nearest window, punches it.
"I know what hate is."
-
They remain alone, sneering words from his direction and a calm answer thrown back.
Edward knows that Carlisle will never harm him, but he refuses to believe.
How can you believe when his mind is full of anything but pure?
They're both alone in a quiet house where the walls talk more than they hear.
And Edward's mouth was now always shut by a pair of lips who didn't belong to him.
Like father, like son.
esme
I love her, Edward.
He's disgusted by Carlisle's affectionate tone and even in his mind, he can't hide the adoration he feels for the dying woman.
"Are you going to marry her then?"
I will, if that is what she wishes as well.
And he sits down on the piano and begins playing (the first part) of a song he didn't even know he knew.
-
She's awake. She's awake.
The house was welcoming, with brightly lit walls and open window shades.
She had the sweetest laugh, like honey being dripped down.
Oh, Edward, my dear. What would you like to do today?
He replies with a shrug and leaves.
-
Kisses in the dark hallways and rendezvous in the garden, the shadows draping their bodies in darkness.
She moans quietly when he traces her collarbone with his tongue.
They never go farther than kissing, she's scared of being caught.
And he feels it's sinning to taste his father in her tongue.
-
She lies better than he could ever have.
Edward and I tended to the garden. It's quite lovely, isn't it?
And at night when he hears her soft moans combined with his rugged sighs, he adds another piece to his song.
He's tired of playing her husband when Carlisle is at work.
rosalie.
She was everything he would've ever concocted (dreamed) in a woman.
Hair like golden weaves and legs that stretched on for miles.
Her eyes were always tainted scarlet with the anger she harbored in the bay.
The hurricane she had yet to release.
He tried welcoming her and she would shun him; her mind always quiet and her lips never moving.
-
So the night he came back from hunting, he was surprised.
She was lying on the bed, naked and as vulnerable as they came.
The moonlight shone on her pallid skin, contouring every sharp angle of her (fragile) body.
You always wanted this, didn't you?
He doesn't shake or nod but walks over and kisses her, right on the bellybutton.
"My God, you are beautiful."
-
They continue their habits.
Mornings they don't speak and nights they combine so fiercely together, it's hard to determine the start and ending point of each body.
They force the puzzle pieces to fit, even if they can't.
She tears his back with her (perfectly manicured) hands.
He bites her neck, bruising her shoulder blades with every thrust of his hips.
They force the anger, the need, the desire onto their bodies, but never feel the relief.
tanya.
The seductress and the fall of Achilles.
She always stringed him along like a puppet, toying with his feelings and heart and he never rejected her oncoming.
The family went to her one day, taking Rosalie with them.
Who is Tanya?
"The girl who can make you feel like you're at the top of the world when you're getting crushed headfirst."
She nods and realizes she wasn't his first.
-
She opens the door, her long hair and sparkling eyes enchanting, enticing, bewitching.
Come in, come in.
Who's the girl?
"Rosalie Hale, this is Tanya."
Pretty. Sad eyes. Long neck. Are you looking for a replacement?
He shakes his head.
Tanya and Rosalie become fast friends and it boils him inside.
The sound of secrets being passed along and him not knowing scares him the most.
-
He lies in her sheets that cover more than secrets and indecent love affairs.
He kisses her hipbones that point to happy territories below.
She suppresses a sigh and he notices.
"What's wrong?"
She straddles his narrow hips, and in between his pleasure, he sees another face where his face should be.
-
He knows what lies behind the walls.
Stolen kisses between the two women he thought he could love.
He mentally creates a melody in his head and never forgets it.
emmett.
She doesn't stay during his transformation.
All day and night, he cries for his angel.
The angel that saved him and he finds it ironic.
The angel that saves everyone but herself.
-
She comes back eventually, her eyes less angry and clearer than before.
She doesn't fall for Emmett that day. Or the next.
It takes a while but Emmett was strong and he knocked down the walls around her.
Something Edward never managed to do.
Then he heard it, too.
I think I love you, Emmett.
He bit his lip and, once again, played the piano adding the new part to the other three.
alice.
She moves in like a tornado, dizzying everyone's lives.
She brings along Jasper, whose eyes and scars hide more than what's inside.
He reads minds. She sees the future. He reads people.
The three freaks, is what Emmett called them and Edward cringed when Rosalie laughed along with him.
She was tiny, a lithe ballerina in the house whose happiness was intoxicating.
How they became attracted, they don't even know.
Their primal instincts in full gear and they hunted down the animals.
Blood-stained lips and he kissed her, carrying her body, curling her around his hips.
She never denied it that night, either.
_
She took the dominant role and always used him first.
He saw her mind what she planned and he didn't prevent them from happening.
Jasper was always gone hunting, keeping his lust down.
And they were working on theirs.
She never liked to be on the bottom, always on the top.
You could lose me in the sheets.
"I don't think I'd lose you."
I see the future, Edward, not the past.
-
He finds out eventually.
There are no secrets in the world of hidden affairs.
He tells her that as long as she's happy, he could live with it.
Jasper, you're the reason I'm alive.
She leaves Edward to continue her life.
Jasper forgives him but he never forgets.
He stays awake, a composition playing in his mind, while the walls in the house tumble with delight.
bella.
He would've never thought he would fall for a human girl.
His choice was blondes, not brunettes.
Long and seductive, not short and shy.
He fell in love but it didn't erase the scars in his heart.
-
He battles with his mind and never wins the war.
He leaves her alone in the woods.
He could almost hear her heart breaking in perfect symphony with his.
-
She comes to him, heart open and ready to forgive.
He realizes that this time, he's not alone.
He always looms in the dark, waiting for his chance to mess up.
-
"I asked her to marry me and she said yes."
Congratulations all around.
Are you sure you want this?
He nods.
Are you sure she wants this?
He doesn't say anything.
-
He goes to her bedroom like every night.
But something is off.
The window is locked and a paper flutters in the wind.
I'm sorry I couldn't do this.
The ring hangs on the handle.
He grabbed it and crushed it in his hand.
Just a fool. Just a goddamn fool.
-
He watches her grow up.
She marries Jacob, has kids, has everything she never thought she wanted but did.
He hears her one morning, "I chose life."
And he hears, "I chose death."
-
His hands stained scarlet with the blood from a man.
Her eyes in fright as he strokes her cheek, her heart pulsating so hard, so fast.
"I'm sorry," he says, plunging his teeth into her neck.
Her once-chocolate eyes turn lifeless and she drifts fast asleep.
The blood of the desire and of the saint all combined together in his mouth.
edward.
The piano in his room and he plays passionately.
The notes all clash together and the ivory turns to red.
And he swears he's never heard such a beautiful sound in his life.