His hand, cupped around Bella's shoulder, stirred. Released, and straightened, moving the better part of three-four centimeters in the direction of Alice.
Some movement. Some tact. Maybe to shove her or flick her hair.
Something that lost cohesion before moving any further. In the pang of having to let go of Bella and not being able to. And still having felt the urge for something else. Something that had been Alice's, even if it was more than three-fourth's buried.
Bella was looking up at him, no words even for his, those brown eyes fixated, and his tone dropped to Alice's hearing only. A bare note. Not blank, simply bare. Barren, empty like a cavern. "You don't know that it isn't, Alice."
There was still no telling if Bella wanted anything from him now. She shouldn't.
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Date: 2010-11-10 09:56 pm (UTC)Some movement. Some tact. Maybe to shove her or flick her hair.
Something that lost cohesion before moving any further. In the pang of having to let go of Bella and not being able to. And still having felt the urge for something else. Something that had been Alice's, even if it was more than three-fourth's buried.
Bella was looking up at him, no words even for his, those brown eyes fixated, and his tone dropped to Alice's hearing only. A bare note. Not blank, simply bare. Barren, empty like a cavern. "You don't know that it isn't, Alice."
There was still no telling if Bella wanted anything from him now. She shouldn't.