‘ uncle jasper and aunt alice . . are they okay . . ?
marking dates off calendars had become a painful task as days flew by excruciatingly slow, faces of distress weren’t all that hard to read.
hazel irises fell to nimble digits that were on her kneecap, thin tiers grew even thinner at them being sealed and sucked inwards. flesh of a single index trailed absent-mindlessly over visibly purplish vein under pale epidermis of her creator’s metacarpus before
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responding with a small shrug of her shoulders.
‘ . . i’m scared of what’s going to happen . .
the child spoke loud enough to be heard by the brunette in the front seat, cranium tilting forward only hide the slight furrowing of delicate hairs above dark globulars.
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@pagesbled felt almost like a cure after a long, silent battle with her own thoughts.
‘ thanks for taking me out today, mom . .
a small yet genuine smile quickly replacing previously curved plushes could be seen from the rear view mirror, conveying appreciation through mahogany optics.
@pagesbled russet tendrils fell forward fluidly, concealing nearly half of the youngin’s delicate features. hues turning into crescents from stretched facial muscles along with a set of giggles that erupted, incapable of suppressing them any longer. shared laughters with the latter
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sighing silently under exhaled breath with a lone hand snug inside the elder woman’s larger one as chestnut hues trailed the swift movements of the rest of their family members which vanished in a blink of an eye.
‘ maybe one day i’ll be good at hunting like everyone else is @amothersxlove . .
although the youngin understood why her parents were extra protective of her, renesmee also wished there was a little more leniency. resting her forehead against the brunette’s side,
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@petitefortuna her attention shifted to the image of the brunette on the rear-view mirror before tapping an index on her chin, pink margins pursing to one side—— deep in thought for a movie to watch.
‘ what about . . into the woods? all my friends have seen it. oh can we, aunt alice?
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@petitefortuna showcased perfect rows of pearly whites. dark optics turning into crescents simultaneously. paddling feet in mid-air were telling enough of just how elated the girl was.
‘ thank you, aunt alice! i begged for mom and dad to take me . . you’re the best!
@petitefortuna a shriek, which was of pure joy—— erupted in between the youngin and her aunt when little feet were scooped off the ground.
‘ yaaay, i get to stay up late tonight!
lithe limbs were weaved around the pixie’s neck. a well-deserved hug, she thought— with the widest grin that
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