Edward is lying outside, in the grass, watching the clouds go by. It feels nice to be ably to really, truly relax like this, instead of having thousands of voices flitting in and out his head constantly. He sighs happily, alone with his thoughts, for once ( Read more... )

Continued from here!Edward wrinkled his nose, "No, no squirrels. Rabbits and deer, mostly. Small kittens. Fluffy ones. With big eyes. The taste just isn't as good. Though Firekeeper said she found some good game, so perhaps I'm hunting in the wrong place. I'll ask her." He brushed his lips against her cheek, "You've still not told me where you ( Read more... )

Edward was bored, and that never boded well for anything. So he decided to cure his boredom, he'd write a new song. Or ten. So there he was at the piano in the main room, experimenting with a few different tunes.

Typist: Didn't reply to the main post because I -- forgot, but here. Edward is free for AnOTPing!