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Jan. 24th, 2009 09:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
themidnightsonToday was another one of those brilliant days.
Where he had to sit through their version of the monotonous high school hell counting hundredths of seconds.
(Which he had definitely sat through the end of telling himself he did not wonder why Bella kept tapping the pencil tip and eraser of her pencil, over her thin and pale finger, which clashed with her sweater choice, through the lecture on unicellular eukaryote microorganisms in the odd off tempo rhythm. It wasn't important. He shouldn't care. He didn't care. It was better that way.)
It was hours later when he arrived home.
The backpack was left in the closet on the way to the stairs.
He stopped at the top of the stairs searching out where his family members were and what they were doing.
Where he had to sit through their version of the monotonous high school hell counting hundredths of seconds.
(Which he had definitely sat through the end of telling himself he did not wonder why Bella kept tapping the pencil tip and eraser of her pencil, over her thin and pale finger, which clashed with her sweater choice, through the lecture on unicellular eukaryote microorganisms in the odd off tempo rhythm. It wasn't important. He shouldn't care. He didn't care. It was better that way.)
It was hours later when he arrived home.
The backpack was left in the closet on the way to the stairs.
He stopped at the top of the stairs searching out where his family members were and what they were doing.
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Date: 2009-01-24 02:08 pm (UTC)It came as a short burst of very fast, very quiet words.
He shook his head and then put his hands into his pockets.
"It was hard enough, and there wasn't any proof until Alice saw it finally in one of her visions. It would have sounded ludicrous, as though I had an imaginary play land after running away."
Like she had driven him crazy.
As though she weren't still.And he's sorry. It's there in his expression. For all of it really. For being nearly powerless against both of these changes and having not shared it until now.no subject
Date: 2009-01-24 02:13 pm (UTC)Carlisle tries extremely hard not to think about the tiny glimmer of professional curiosity at the possibilities Milliways could offer. He mostly succeeds.
The older of the two vampires raises one hand, placing it on top of Edward's shoulder: "I would have believed you."
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Date: 2009-01-24 02:25 pm (UTC)"I know."
At least he did mostly.
"I should have."
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Date: 2009-01-24 02:28 pm (UTC)"It'll be fine."
The insinuation here is We've gotten through far worse than a bar at the end of the universe.
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Date: 2009-01-24 02:36 pm (UTC)But his family was with him now.
Anything was better if that was true.
"I should go attempt to make believable errors in tonight's homework now."
He stopped only once again right before he closed the door, with a very very soft, "Thank you."