Edward's rather obvious tonight. He didn't start that way.
This was more of a family favor that just....happened.
Kate's been gone about an hour now, but Edward is still at the piano.
The piece is
pianissimo, at the deeper end of the scale, wandering slowly.
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Date: 2010-11-11 03:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-11 03:05 am (UTC)"Well, then, begin there, anyway," she says, practically.
He has to begin somewhere.
Spring works.
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Date: 2010-11-11 03:08 am (UTC)Only to drop it to the table.
He paused, and as he did,
he slowly frowned at a thought.
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Date: 2010-11-11 03:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-11 03:21 am (UTC)"It shouldn't even take a thought, Meg."
His eyes closed and he shook his head.
"I gave everything away. Everything."
Secrets. Lies. Promises. Ever memory.
To the worst person. Who would own it for eternity.
And he hesitated to hand it to a girl who'd never wavered.
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Date: 2010-11-11 03:23 am (UTC)Or, you know, possibly she doesn't remotely understand.
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Date: 2010-11-11 03:35 am (UTC)He looked up. Maybe confession is a necessity that never made sense. Maybe he needed to say it to someone who wouldn't understand. Or maybe he almost wants her to hate him for the same reason Carlisle and every member of his family should.
Because he's endangered them all worse than ever.
"I gave him every single thought and memory of my life."
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Date: 2010-11-11 03:39 am (UTC)"Everything you remember?"
Other people's thoughts and memories, too.
Including hers.
"I . . . why?
"And how is that even possible?"
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Date: 2010-11-11 03:42 am (UTC)Why.
Why did he go to Volterra. To the Volturi.
What mercy could they grant that no other could.
Almost too quietly. "It's his...gift."
The closest to Edward's he's ever seen.
It's very literally helped make him crazy.
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Date: 2010-11-11 03:48 am (UTC)"He hears everything you ever thought?"
Dear God.
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Date: 2010-11-11 03:49 am (UTC)Edward nodded. "Everything."
Which in Edward's case was far more than one person's life.
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Date: 2010-11-11 03:54 am (UTC)"Who is he?"
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Date: 2010-11-11 03:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-11 03:57 am (UTC)The ones who make the rules.
Closest thing they have to royalty, he said.
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Date: 2010-11-11 04:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-11 04:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-11 04:05 am (UTC)"Yes." Beat. "And no, but yes."
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Date: 2010-11-11 04:10 am (UTC)She's trying, Edward, but she has no idea what to do with that answer.
. . . answers?
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Date: 2010-11-11 04:12 am (UTC)He wouldn't have one there. But he could have chosen not to go.
Which is a lie, because he couldn't promise he wouldn't do it again.
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Date: 2010-11-11 04:14 am (UTC)She thinks she can see that.
But you chose to walk in?
So why did you go?
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Date: 2010-11-11 04:17 am (UTC)"I had been misinformed."
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Date: 2010-11-11 04:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-11 04:22 am (UTC)More than her name.
"Isabella's death."
He'll never forget what happened.
Who he became. That nothing mattered.
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Date: 2010-11-11 04:30 am (UTC)"Is she--?"
She can't be . . . he wouldn't be this . . . if she were . . . but . . . trails gone cold and it's all over and . . . has he said anything about Bella in the present?
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Date: 2010-11-11 04:33 am (UTC)On the other side of the Door.
He's made it almost an hour and half now.
"She always was. But I didn't know then."
Alice's visions were subjective. And the boy.
And he hadn't needed a phone when he was going.
All he'd needed was for Rose and Jacob to confirm.
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