AU: Volterra!Carlisle, post-expulsion.

[ofthefamily]

Carlisle has been running for days. If he keeps it up much longer he'll end up in Portugal.

Judging by the patrons of the bar where Carlisle just entered?

He's run a lot farther than that.

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[themidnightson]

Edward is at one of the tables in the center of the bar. There are ear buds to an ipod on the table. There's a binder open in front of him and he's writing rather diligently a very long paper, in the perfect script the whole way.

He got good at multitasking a million sounds and aims decades ago.

[ofthefamily]

It's been decades since Carlisle was good at this. A patron brushes his shoulder and he pulls back instinctively, wanting to run again but he remembers this place. More than anything, and more willingly than anything else in his life right now.

Next focus: Key. Upstairs. Privacy. Figure the next step.

[themidnightson]

Edward -- still writing diligently, head shifting just barely to the tune of the music playing not on in the ear buds, but from the jukebox on the other side of the room -- said without looking over.

"First step, close the door."

[ofthefamily]

"Comè?"

Carlisle's 'What?' comes out more as indignant and harsh than questioning - a waitrat closes the door behind him instead of Carlisle worrying about it himself.