" maybe a dance . . . or two. "
she giggled , closing the distance between them as she wound her appendages about his neck.
" maybe a walk through the pines? "
one arm loops around @petitefortuna's waist , while the other searches for her hand.
" dance with me. " he drawls , whisking her away to a rhythm of his own making.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈.
⠀⠀⠀ an original character for
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀the twilight verse.
⠀⠀⠀ an english duke turned into
⠀⠀⠀ a part of the volturi family.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀his powers have yet to
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀reveal themselves.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀penned by kate. retweet?
— how clearly he could feel her emotions through the memory! her elation filled the recollection, as strong as if she were living it now. as the memory faded, and he was returned to reality, it was impossible to not see the magic she spoke of.
" well, i can't deny that. "
her gift never fails to surprise him, the sheer vividness of her memories fully capturing him in her reality.
jasper recognizes this day instantly: at that moment, he and emmett were tussling in the yard——their snowball fight having devolved into a full-on wrestling match. a —
"pft, it is not!” she’s scrunching up her nose in a wiggle of annoyance.
“no, no, i’m not going to drag you into the kitchen to try some,” renesmee shakes her head, her palm instead settling upon her uncle’s cheek.
upon connection, the two are taken back to one of ness’s —
— notes of cocoa wafting through the air and feel the steam from the mug rising to brush his cheeks.
then she took her first sip, and his own memories sparked to life, muddled as they were, lending to the echo of flavor she so loved. what really struck him were her emotions. —
if she had not been the first to draw away , he would have never parted from her. with no need for air , or sleep , there was no force strong enough to pull him away.
" i have everything i could ever want right here. "
she retracted just enough to peer into his facet ; the countenance that had kept her from drifting off into an unknown oblivion.
she couldn't remember life without him , nor did she ever want to endure such a hell again m. —