Edward-Carlise Historical OOM's Two
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themidnightsonTime is inconsequential to them.
Time bends and breaks and folds in their different world.
There is no falling asleep, no waking up, only the times when Carlisle works or the time when they cannot be outside in the sunshine or time to hunt again. The rest is the same endless, spinning free open time, that hasn't closed since Edward opened his eyes in that small dank apartment. The same endless, spinning free open time which will be afforded to him for all of eternity.
Time is inconsequential to them.
They are both at the beginning of something terrifyingly and wonderfully new.
Carlisle counts the months and keeps track while Edward delights in an endless exploits of an edgeless world. They hunt wild game across the border in Canada, and aside from Carlisle showing up one last time to the hospital to resign his position and make sure Edward Masen's death certificate is never filed, they abandon Chicago entirely. There is nothing left there but dying people, and while Carlisle is still drawn to easing the burden of those suffering people, his action that night has already chosen who he will help first.
It's an entirely new world. A century had come and gone since Carlisle had anything resembling a peer and never had he had a companion who brooked no complaint at his habits, nor whom had chosen to resolutely follow them alongside him. Edward, free of all but the faintest, blurry shadows of life behind him, found himself in a leisure he'd never known.
Time is inconsequential to them.
Especially in those moments right after they've glutted their fill for the evening. When everything is smooth and calm, surrounded by the unquiet nature that is aware of the monsters in its midst.
Sitting on a boulder, Edward fingered the rip in his bloodied shirt, unnoticed earlier in his enthusiasm for the fight and subjugation of the now still and empty carcass of a large elk. "I think we could leave now."
Time bends and breaks and folds in their different world.
There is no falling asleep, no waking up, only the times when Carlisle works or the time when they cannot be outside in the sunshine or time to hunt again. The rest is the same endless, spinning free open time, that hasn't closed since Edward opened his eyes in that small dank apartment. The same endless, spinning free open time which will be afforded to him for all of eternity.
Time is inconsequential to them.
They are both at the beginning of something terrifyingly and wonderfully new.
Carlisle counts the months and keeps track while Edward delights in an endless exploits of an edgeless world. They hunt wild game across the border in Canada, and aside from Carlisle showing up one last time to the hospital to resign his position and make sure Edward Masen's death certificate is never filed, they abandon Chicago entirely. There is nothing left there but dying people, and while Carlisle is still drawn to easing the burden of those suffering people, his action that night has already chosen who he will help first.
It's an entirely new world. A century had come and gone since Carlisle had anything resembling a peer and never had he had a companion who brooked no complaint at his habits, nor whom had chosen to resolutely follow them alongside him. Edward, free of all but the faintest, blurry shadows of life behind him, found himself in a leisure he'd never known.
Time is inconsequential to them.
Especially in those moments right after they've glutted their fill for the evening. When everything is smooth and calm, surrounded by the unquiet nature that is aware of the monsters in its midst.
Sitting on a boulder, Edward fingered the rip in his bloodied shirt, unnoticed earlier in his enthusiasm for the fight and subjugation of the now still and empty carcass of a large elk. "I think we could leave now."
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Date: 2009-02-26 03:46 pm (UTC)"I had intended I might meet you back at the room."
The kind that was sheepishly trying not to be personal or too embarrassed. Perhaps it was better for the lack of being very well done, given the expression it labored to be.
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Date: 2009-02-26 03:57 pm (UTC)"Why?"
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Date: 2009-02-26 04:09 pm (UTC)He looked back, "Unless it inconveniences plans?"
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Date: 2009-02-26 10:34 pm (UTC)Carlisle is now officially suspicious, but not in a menacing way. Edward has never given him cause to be overly wary.
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Date: 2009-02-26 11:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-26 11:44 pm (UTC)Carlisle doesn't wait for an answer but spins on his heel and heads back at a brisk pace towards the room.
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Date: 2009-02-26 11:49 pm (UTC)Edward did run off in the opposite direction, but only to round the city headed to the same place on a different, out of the way, path.
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Date: 2009-02-28 01:48 pm (UTC)Yes indeed; something is definitely up.
Carlisle retreats to the room that they've rented, happy to see that the extra they had paid secured them an untouched room at the end of the day. There is nothing out of place; nothing out of the ordinary. Except for the cross from a glass case in Guildhall propped up ever so politely against the drawn curtains of the small window.
The vampire just stares at it for a moment, dumbstruck, clueless as to what to think.
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Date: 2009-02-28 02:16 pm (UTC)He gets lost for a while, anywhere but 'quiet,' at the same time listening to the thronging crowds of people he passes and ignoring them for his own thoughts, as best he can given that even his are a single voice in that chorus, too.
The stops are brief between where he started and where he'll stop. A statue off to one side. A print shop. A gallery's walk. A long line of flowering bushes. A derelict old building. A child who dashes near enough to him to surprise him. A small play house.
But eventually it leads back to the same place.
Where he approaches at a calm walk considering that he can't bring himself to regret it or not to hope that it wasn't wrong.)
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Date: 2009-02-28 02:21 pm (UTC)Edward, come back to the room. I'm not going to be angry.
It's simple and sincere, but possibly with too much of a practiced edge to sound completely easy or carefree.
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Date: 2009-02-28 02:33 pm (UTC)He passed the woman at the desk with a polite nod.
"I'm here," he said quietly, when he knew he was close enough to be heard through the building. There was no point in pointless concerns being formed. His entrance to the room was easy, and flourishless, even for having a new piece of paper in hand.
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Date: 2009-02-28 02:37 pm (UTC)"Thieving is also bad." Pedantically.
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Date: 2009-02-28 02:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-28 03:21 pm (UTC)"You didn't have to."
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Date: 2009-02-28 03:38 pm (UTC)It's not what he'd meant or planned to say.
It just sort of fell out, and he just let them both lay there.
Statements of the same two words neither of them was saying out loud.
"I found a small art house doing a Greek play competition I thought you might like."
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Date: 2009-02-28 03:48 pm (UTC)The cross is fine where it is for the moment.
"The art house sounds like a fine idea. I should dress."
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Date: 2009-02-28 04:06 pm (UTC)"He's never been that brash before," Caius thinks aloud.
"It wasn't him. There's another."
"He changed someone." Caius sounds aghast -- to be trained as a newborn vampire into Carlisle's ways...
Marcus is still smiling.