Fiction: All Time Lows (Request)
Title: All Time Lows (request)
Author: fadedpresence
Fandom: Twilight
Characters/Pairing: Edward/Rosalie
Prompt/Place: Do you miss my all time lows?
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,420
Summary: Rosalie has always wanted things she can't have. Now Bella is in Edward's life, she's not sure what she wants...
Notes: A request for lullabylucky ♥
She watches him when he plays piano for her. The song he plays now is strikingly similar to the one he made up for her years ago. The girl beside him is fairly plain, meek and intelligent. She is also human.
“A beautiful song,” he had said so many years ago, white slender fingers poised over ivory keys. “For someone equally as beautiful.”
The tune he played had filtered through her ears like water. She had reveled in the sounds he played just for her. Only for her. Now he played for someone different.
She shouldn’t have let him go. She knows she shouldn’t have.
Emmett appears behind her, wrapping heavy arms around her shoulders.
“What are you looking at, Rose?” he asks, nuzzling a nose into her neck. Rosalie shrugs out of his touch gently, glancing briefly at Edward and his new… girlfriend?
“Nothing,” she tells Emmett, straightening her hair with nimble fingers. It’s a nervous habit of hers that Emmett recognizes instantly.
“How is it that Edward manages to find a human for his first love?” he says with amusement.
Rosalie smiles awkwardly, knowing her own secret. Emmett’s statement isn’t true, but she’s not about to tell him. She isn’t in the mood for confrontation right now.
She hasn’t been drawn to Edward in years, not until this girl, Bella Swan, had stepped into the house… now she feels that strange sense of longing, for something she can’t have. Ever since Edward had set his eyes on this girl, all hopes of … oh, what was she thinking… she had Emmett now.
And Edward had Bella.
“Are you going hunting?” Rosalie asks Emmett, desperate to get her mind off things.
--
Rosalie’s never hurt an innocent human being; in fact she’s never even tasted human blood. She’s only killed five - no, seven - humans, in a spontaneous act of revenge. She didn’t spill any blood.
But now, as her lips search for more of the copper liquid and her teeth find solid flesh, she imagines it’s this girl, Bella Swan dying in her arms. I’m evil, pure evil, thinks Rosalie. She doesn’t know what’s gotten into her, and suddenly her appetite has ceased.
--
Carlisle, Esme and Emmett had gone hunting that evening. It was 1946 and Edward and Rosalie had been in Denali with Tanya’s clan.
The soft words of Tanya and her sister’s echo down the hall, but Rosalie isn’t concentrating on what they’re saying. She holds Edward’s tie in her hand, pulling it gently to lower his face to her level.
“See how she looks at you?” she whispers giddily, brushing her nose against his in the softest gesture. “She wants you badly. I can basically taste her lust.”
“She’s ancient,” Edward laughs breathlessly. “Carlisle said she’s been around since 1005.”
“She’s practically a member of the Volturi.”
“And she can probably hear what you’re saying…” Edward laughs, his nose bumping against hers once more and causing her skin to grow insanely sensitive.
“Then let’s not talk about her anymore,” she whispers, hardly audible. With one last tug on his necktie, Edward’s face melds to hers and she breaths in deep before touching his lips with hers.
Edward’s hands wrap around her neck like a reflex, smoothing the skin there before letting his hands flow down and over her collarbone. His kisses are soft, his lips equally as smooth as hers.
“Edward,” Rosalie breathes against his mouth, their cold breaths tasting strangely warm. She wonders what messages Edward is receiving from her mind, what he’s reading there and if he’s enjoying any of it. She imagines Edward’s hands all over her body, slipping beneath the hem of her blouse…
He breaks away before her imagination can go further; gasping for air though Rosalie knows he doesn’t need it to survive. She has to admit she feels the same. Part of her wants to step outside for some cold Alaskan air, clear her mind and remember that Emmett has taken quite a liking to her… the other part, however, wants to grab Edward’s tie again and test his mind-reading capabilities.
“They’ll be back soon,” Edward says, smiling crookedly and glancing at the floorboards.
--
“Do you love her?” Rosalie asks Edward one morning. He had spent the night at Bella’s, though Rosalie knew the event had been entirely innocent. Edward had always been a gentleman.
Edward shrugs, averting his eyes. “I think I do.”
“Hm,” Rosalie says, her voice trimmed. “Edward in love, how sweet.”
They sit in silence, Rosalie’s feet dangling off the stool she sits on. She begins spinning them in slight circles, cutting through the air, anything to take her mind off things. She shouldn’t think about Edward while he’s so close to her… when he can hear exactly what she’s thinking.
“Ask me what you want to ask me, Rose.”
“And what’s that, Edward? I’m sure you can simply pluck it out of my mind like a loose hair.”
Did you ever love me?.
“It was a different kind of love… I’m not sure if it was real,” Edward says quietly, glancing out the window with concentrated eyes.
“Right,” Rosalie says quietly. “It felt real to me.”
“How strange, because you soon got bored.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I’m talking about,” Edward nods towards the window again. Rosalie follows his eyes, noticing Emmett outside.
--
“Have you ever thought of suicide?” Rosalie asked Edward in the summer of 1958.
“That’s a bit drastic, isn’t it?” Edward says, though his tone isn’t comical.
They lay entwined on the sofa, his arm around her shoulders and her nose against his chest. It’s moments like this she really wished she’d never had Emmett turned. Not that she wishes he were dead… it’s more complicated than that. There were more of these moments, more moments with Edward, before Emmett had become a Cullen.
“I’m being honest,” Rosalie tells him, trailing her index finger over the bare skin of his arm. She stops when she reaches the edge of his sleeve, sighing as she does. “I don’t know if I want to do this anymore.”
“You’re getting married, Rosalie… it’s supposed to be the happiest time of your life.”
“Do you miss us, Edward?” she interrupts. “Back when… well, you know.”
“I miss moments like this,” he answers, rubbing a hand on her shoulder and smiling. She returns his smile, hating how Emmett isn’t a thing like Edward. Sometimes she just needs someone serious. Someone to share her ups and downs, her highs and lows. To her, Edward is that person… she isn’t sure if that’s allowed anymore, now that she’s about to be Emmett’s wife.
Wife. It’s like a bad taste on her tongue when she swallows.
“Me too,” she answers quietly, desperately missing Edward and everything about him.
--
She waits in the shadows, knowing he’s about to arrive in here at any moment. He’s going to her house tonight, probably staying there, too. He won’t run, he’s not sure Bella’s comfortable with that yet. He’ll take the Volvo and drive to her house in approximately… five… four… three… two… one.
Edward opens the door and steps into the garage, fishing the keys out of his jean pocket. He glances up at her, sensing her in the dark. Rosalie can feel his sigh reach across the distance between them. Still, he heads for his Volvo and unlocks it with a soft beep.
“I’d ask you what’s on your mind, but I already know,” he says, standing by the door and meeting her eyes for the first time tonight. The eye contact drives her crazy, even though they haven’t been anything more than ‘brother’ and ‘sister’ for almost half a century.
“Don’t go to her, Edward. Please.”
Edward shakes his head in frustration, opening the driver’s side door. “Don’t do this, Rose. Why is it that you only want me when you can’t have me? That’s hardly love, as you put it.”
“It’s not like that,” Rosalie sighs, folding her arms. Deep down, she suspects it might be.
“I’m finally happy,” Edward says sharply. “I’m not going to sacrifice that for another one of your five month fascinations.”
She’s hurt, a little taken back by the sharpness to his voice. He gets into the car, starts it up and meets her eyes through the barrier of the windshield.
As he backs out of the garage, she feels like she might end up in tears.
He’s going for good this time, she knows it.
Author: fadedpresence
Fandom: Twilight
Characters/Pairing: Edward/Rosalie
Prompt/Place: Do you miss my all time lows?
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,420
Summary: Rosalie has always wanted things she can't have. Now Bella is in Edward's life, she's not sure what she wants...
Notes: A request for lullabylucky ♥
She watches him when he plays piano for her. The song he plays now is strikingly similar to the one he made up for her years ago. The girl beside him is fairly plain, meek and intelligent. She is also human.
“A beautiful song,” he had said so many years ago, white slender fingers poised over ivory keys. “For someone equally as beautiful.”
The tune he played had filtered through her ears like water. She had reveled in the sounds he played just for her. Only for her. Now he played for someone different.
She shouldn’t have let him go. She knows she shouldn’t have.
Emmett appears behind her, wrapping heavy arms around her shoulders.
“What are you looking at, Rose?” he asks, nuzzling a nose into her neck. Rosalie shrugs out of his touch gently, glancing briefly at Edward and his new… girlfriend?
“Nothing,” she tells Emmett, straightening her hair with nimble fingers. It’s a nervous habit of hers that Emmett recognizes instantly.
“How is it that Edward manages to find a human for his first love?” he says with amusement.
Rosalie smiles awkwardly, knowing her own secret. Emmett’s statement isn’t true, but she’s not about to tell him. She isn’t in the mood for confrontation right now.
She hasn’t been drawn to Edward in years, not until this girl, Bella Swan, had stepped into the house… now she feels that strange sense of longing, for something she can’t have. Ever since Edward had set his eyes on this girl, all hopes of … oh, what was she thinking… she had Emmett now.
And Edward had Bella.
“Are you going hunting?” Rosalie asks Emmett, desperate to get her mind off things.
--
Rosalie’s never hurt an innocent human being; in fact she’s never even tasted human blood. She’s only killed five - no, seven - humans, in a spontaneous act of revenge. She didn’t spill any blood.
But now, as her lips search for more of the copper liquid and her teeth find solid flesh, she imagines it’s this girl, Bella Swan dying in her arms. I’m evil, pure evil, thinks Rosalie. She doesn’t know what’s gotten into her, and suddenly her appetite has ceased.
--
Carlisle, Esme and Emmett had gone hunting that evening. It was 1946 and Edward and Rosalie had been in Denali with Tanya’s clan.
The soft words of Tanya and her sister’s echo down the hall, but Rosalie isn’t concentrating on what they’re saying. She holds Edward’s tie in her hand, pulling it gently to lower his face to her level.
“See how she looks at you?” she whispers giddily, brushing her nose against his in the softest gesture. “She wants you badly. I can basically taste her lust.”
“She’s ancient,” Edward laughs breathlessly. “Carlisle said she’s been around since 1005.”
“She’s practically a member of the Volturi.”
“And she can probably hear what you’re saying…” Edward laughs, his nose bumping against hers once more and causing her skin to grow insanely sensitive.
“Then let’s not talk about her anymore,” she whispers, hardly audible. With one last tug on his necktie, Edward’s face melds to hers and she breaths in deep before touching his lips with hers.
Edward’s hands wrap around her neck like a reflex, smoothing the skin there before letting his hands flow down and over her collarbone. His kisses are soft, his lips equally as smooth as hers.
“Edward,” Rosalie breathes against his mouth, their cold breaths tasting strangely warm. She wonders what messages Edward is receiving from her mind, what he’s reading there and if he’s enjoying any of it. She imagines Edward’s hands all over her body, slipping beneath the hem of her blouse…
He breaks away before her imagination can go further; gasping for air though Rosalie knows he doesn’t need it to survive. She has to admit she feels the same. Part of her wants to step outside for some cold Alaskan air, clear her mind and remember that Emmett has taken quite a liking to her… the other part, however, wants to grab Edward’s tie again and test his mind-reading capabilities.
“They’ll be back soon,” Edward says, smiling crookedly and glancing at the floorboards.
--
“Do you love her?” Rosalie asks Edward one morning. He had spent the night at Bella’s, though Rosalie knew the event had been entirely innocent. Edward had always been a gentleman.
Edward shrugs, averting his eyes. “I think I do.”
“Hm,” Rosalie says, her voice trimmed. “Edward in love, how sweet.”
They sit in silence, Rosalie’s feet dangling off the stool she sits on. She begins spinning them in slight circles, cutting through the air, anything to take her mind off things. She shouldn’t think about Edward while he’s so close to her… when he can hear exactly what she’s thinking.
“Ask me what you want to ask me, Rose.”
“And what’s that, Edward? I’m sure you can simply pluck it out of my mind like a loose hair.”
Did you ever love me?.
“It was a different kind of love… I’m not sure if it was real,” Edward says quietly, glancing out the window with concentrated eyes.
“Right,” Rosalie says quietly. “It felt real to me.”
“How strange, because you soon got bored.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I’m talking about,” Edward nods towards the window again. Rosalie follows his eyes, noticing Emmett outside.
--
“Have you ever thought of suicide?” Rosalie asked Edward in the summer of 1958.
“That’s a bit drastic, isn’t it?” Edward says, though his tone isn’t comical.
They lay entwined on the sofa, his arm around her shoulders and her nose against his chest. It’s moments like this she really wished she’d never had Emmett turned. Not that she wishes he were dead… it’s more complicated than that. There were more of these moments, more moments with Edward, before Emmett had become a Cullen.
“I’m being honest,” Rosalie tells him, trailing her index finger over the bare skin of his arm. She stops when she reaches the edge of his sleeve, sighing as she does. “I don’t know if I want to do this anymore.”
“You’re getting married, Rosalie… it’s supposed to be the happiest time of your life.”
“Do you miss us, Edward?” she interrupts. “Back when… well, you know.”
“I miss moments like this,” he answers, rubbing a hand on her shoulder and smiling. She returns his smile, hating how Emmett isn’t a thing like Edward. Sometimes she just needs someone serious. Someone to share her ups and downs, her highs and lows. To her, Edward is that person… she isn’t sure if that’s allowed anymore, now that she’s about to be Emmett’s wife.
Wife. It’s like a bad taste on her tongue when she swallows.
“Me too,” she answers quietly, desperately missing Edward and everything about him.
--
She waits in the shadows, knowing he’s about to arrive in here at any moment. He’s going to her house tonight, probably staying there, too. He won’t run, he’s not sure Bella’s comfortable with that yet. He’ll take the Volvo and drive to her house in approximately… five… four… three… two… one.
Edward opens the door and steps into the garage, fishing the keys out of his jean pocket. He glances up at her, sensing her in the dark. Rosalie can feel his sigh reach across the distance between them. Still, he heads for his Volvo and unlocks it with a soft beep.
“I’d ask you what’s on your mind, but I already know,” he says, standing by the door and meeting her eyes for the first time tonight. The eye contact drives her crazy, even though they haven’t been anything more than ‘brother’ and ‘sister’ for almost half a century.
“Don’t go to her, Edward. Please.”
Edward shakes his head in frustration, opening the driver’s side door. “Don’t do this, Rose. Why is it that you only want me when you can’t have me? That’s hardly love, as you put it.”
“It’s not like that,” Rosalie sighs, folding her arms. Deep down, she suspects it might be.
“I’m finally happy,” Edward says sharply. “I’m not going to sacrifice that for another one of your five month fascinations.”
She’s hurt, a little taken back by the sharpness to his voice. He gets into the car, starts it up and meets her eyes through the barrier of the windshield.
As he backs out of the garage, she feels like she might end up in tears.
He’s going for good this time, she knows it.