1920, Ohio

[themidnightson]

The sun has set all but it's last few rays, which coat a golden sliver of light far away across the horizon. The twilight softness, softly grayish silver that is heralding the dark of night and the birth of bright stars, spreads vast across Columbus. The city isn't quiet in the early evening, but it is quieter than the day time.

Quiet enough that two men, roughly the same age in appearance, can stroll down a just this side of the main streets area, dressed nicely without catching too much attention or notice. The occasional tipping of a head from a passerby or a smile from a porter or door watchman who's seen them pass before on earlier nights.

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[ofthefamily]

I always do.

Carlisle walks home with a song stuck in his head. He hopes Edward will forgive him it being now stuck in his.