Edward Cullen (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ecullen) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} ontheedge_rp,@ 2008-01-21 02:01:00 |
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CHARACTERS: Bella and Edward
OPEN OR CLOSED? Open
LOCATION: Edward’s bedroom, on the bed to be specific.
ABOUT? Just your normal night with a vampire who doesn’t want to change you so quickly.
RATING: 17 for possible language.
Edward had one arm around the beautifully sleeping Bella and another scribbling down notes on a piano sheet. There was something about Bella that really inspired him to write sonatas, maybe that’s what love did, it made you want to sing and dance and be with one person forever. For him it made him write songs about how Bella made him feel. This one was more depressing then the others he had complied because it was how he felt when they were apart. For those that don’t remember, those feelings where: stupid, useless, depressed and in the end like killing himself. Once the sonata was finished he put down his pencil and closed the book, looking over at the most radiant person in the world, even if she was snoring and mumbling in her sleep. He loved the look of her tussled hair and the drool that came from her mouth. It was something he missed so dearly about being human himself.
He shifted his weight and lay beside her, both arms around her as if he was protecting her from something that could not be seen. Well maybe that thing could be seen and still wanted her with every fiber of his being but Edward was not about to let that happen. He let Bella go once and that was enough to depress him for a life time.
He rested his head next to her neck, letting himself smell her. This was a high like no other. Not only did it test his resolve but it made his head swim like someone whose had a little to much to drink. He would miss these moments when she was sleeping and he would get drunk of the smell of her blood, soon she would not sleep at all. Purple bags would form under her eyes and she would become unnaturally pale and unnaturally beautiful. If he had a heart it would be in pain right now because he would lose the most exciting parts of her but he knew that even in a state of un death she would always hold his attention and his love not matter what she looked like. For now he had to take what he could get with her and savor those moments for ever.
OPEN OR CLOSED? Open
LOCATION: Edward’s bedroom, on the bed to be specific.
ABOUT? Just your normal night with a vampire who doesn’t want to change you so quickly.
RATING: 17 for possible language.
Edward had one arm around the beautifully sleeping Bella and another scribbling down notes on a piano sheet. There was something about Bella that really inspired him to write sonatas, maybe that’s what love did, it made you want to sing and dance and be with one person forever. For him it made him write songs about how Bella made him feel. This one was more depressing then the others he had complied because it was how he felt when they were apart. For those that don’t remember, those feelings where: stupid, useless, depressed and in the end like killing himself. Once the sonata was finished he put down his pencil and closed the book, looking over at the most radiant person in the world, even if she was snoring and mumbling in her sleep. He loved the look of her tussled hair and the drool that came from her mouth. It was something he missed so dearly about being human himself.
He shifted his weight and lay beside her, both arms around her as if he was protecting her from something that could not be seen. Well maybe that thing could be seen and still wanted her with every fiber of his being but Edward was not about to let that happen. He let Bella go once and that was enough to depress him for a life time.
He rested his head next to her neck, letting himself smell her. This was a high like no other. Not only did it test his resolve but it made his head swim like someone whose had a little to much to drink. He would miss these moments when she was sleeping and he would get drunk of the smell of her blood, soon she would not sleep at all. Purple bags would form under her eyes and she would become unnaturally pale and unnaturally beautiful. If he had a heart it would be in pain right now because he would lose the most exciting parts of her but he knew that even in a state of un death she would always hold his attention and his love not matter what she looked like. For now he had to take what he could get with her and savor those moments for ever.