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Down the hallway, the gramaphone is playing a symphony Esme left on when she stepped out for errands. It's soothing enough, Edward leaves it be. It keeps him company in her absence. Tthe lingering echo of her presence still keeping time with him in the quiet house, even when all the neighbor buildings and beings invade his mind.

Perhaps, that is why he's in Carlisle's office tracing a finger down the spines of books in the new shelves. Searching for something to focus on and drown out a little of the ceasless, constant cacophony.

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ofthefamily

"Thank you."

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themidnightson

"No," Edward's voice cracked partly on that word, on the refusal of hearing it. Shaking his head, when he leaned down. There was nothing he deserved being thanked for. Not now. Not for the palest shadows he could offer. Still shaking his head when his lips touched Carlisle's hair.

"No, Carlisle. Thank you."

For bringing him inside out of the rain.

Another at the place where his hair met his forehead.

"Thank you." For forgiving and welcoming him here.

Another at the left side of the bridge of his nose.

"Thank you." For wanting him here in their family still.

Against his lips, as a murmur lost entirely in movement.

For being the same bit of incomplete without.

Edited Date: 2009-10-05 05:45 pm (UTC)

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ofthefamily

A kiss barely returned for being surprised at Edward's movement --
he asked us what our favorite work of art was
Edward's reacting and is grateful to Carlisle and while it doesn't make sense --

Carlisle decides to smile for him.

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themidnightson

Edward stood back up, with something that wasn't quite a shake of his head or a smile or sensation of foolishness. His hands releasing Carlisle's face as he did so.
No, never have I loved any other man
His left hand pulling his right sleeve back over the bracer and securely to his wrist, fingers lingered on the stiff leather even once it was fully covered. His eyes fell on the admission letter on the desk.

Quiet, not a topic change, more a reincorporation,

"I should read the rest of that."

Edited Date: 2009-10-05 06:14 pm (UTC)

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ofthefamily

"They are probably anxiously awaiting some kind of confirmation from you.

"Esme will enjoy going to your recitals."

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themidnightson

He does not need to explain that admission should have put him there next fall. He has a feeling there will be other things requested of him in it because of this clearance.

Edward collected the letter and it's envelope.

"You can tell her, if you'd like."

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ofthefamily

Laughing, "If you think I am going to deprive myself of the absolute enjoyment of watching her practically pounce upon you with glee, you are sadly mistaken, my Edward."