Date: 2020-07-01 11:02 pm (UTC)
themidnightson: (Those Hands)
Edward's head, forever artfully messy hair mussing, as he rolled it to lean on one side of that corner he'd ensconced. He looked at Carlisle through heavy brows. "Because somehow that will help the circumstances?"

It wouldn't calm anything down.
It's just ... well. It's just very Carlisle.


They could very well be about to start a promised-war with a pack of Quileute shapeshifters, who already hated them, treaty or not, and Carlisle was going to officially start that tรชte-ร -tรชte with a phone call. With the same simple, straightforwardness of his answer when Bella made them vote.

"He nearly lost it, in broad daylight, when she told him it wasn't his business."

Graduation was so close. For every moment Bella said every minute drug and every day was a year, it felt like it was already there, against the back of his neck, as he looked up at the ceiling.
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