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Doctor Carlisle Cullen (doccullen) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-04-24 08:22:00

Entry tags:

arrival, carlisle cullen, complete, delirium

WHO: Carlisle and Delirium
WHEN: Day seven, early afternoon
WHAT: Even happy vampires brood
WHERE: Somewhere between the fair and the clinic
RATING: PG
STATUS: Complete

For as happy as he was for Edward and Juniper, there was a part of him that was jealous. A small part, and a part that he wished he could cut out with a scalpel as efficiently as he did tumors back home. But he couldn't and so he was left with dealing with his missing of his wife by himself. Jasper wasn't even there to make the feeling go away. Carlisle had never realised how much he relied on his son until that moment. All of his children, really. Even their very personalities, talents aside, were a help to him, and he hadn't understood it completely until his rambunctious family was taken away from him.

He walked slowly back to the clinic, his hands shoved in his pockets and a rather broody look on his face, for once oblivious to the way the sun made him sparkle. He didn't need to hide here, and he was far too wrapped up in his thoughts to really care at any rate. He missed his wife, he missed his children, and really, he just wanted to go home.

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time_breaks
2009-04-24 04:41 pm UTC (link)

The last thing that Delirium really remembered was talking with someone in San Francisco. They had been on Haight Street, discussing the politics of plants, green thumbs and orange hands. Barnabas had reminded her that they needed to go. So the duo had taken off, the sensible one alongside the more distracted redhead. She had wanted to visit with her Siblings, any one of them but mostly two of them. That was where she intended to go.

She should have known to look first where she expected to be last. "Left turn was not taken at Albuquerque." The young woman murmured to her companion before looking to the wing shape that her shadow took on. They walked, the girl who couldn't have been more than fifteen and her dog, and were trying to figure out where they were. Well, Barnabas was trying to figure it out. Sensible creature. Delirium spoke again, "Not where we're not expected. Always expect the unexpected." It could have been a warning, but it was more of a statement. Someone was expecting what never could be truly expected. So she wasn't worried. Wherever they were, they'd end up where they were meant to be. Del didn't mind taking detours.

Sunset hued butterflies took off, and Delirium followed absently, humming some nameless tune. The butterflies were distracted by the sparkling up ahead, and hovered nearby while waiting for the girl and German Shepherd to catch up to the object of their attention. Once they got closer to the thinking man, she smiled. But didn't say anything. Not yet.

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doccullen
2009-04-25 12:13 am UTC (link)

Carlisle had trained himself so severely to ignore the scent of human blood, that he actually smelled the dog first. Which wasn't exactly a great thing, as animals of all kinds tended to shy away from him and his kind, if not get outright violent in the attempt to protect themselves. They knew danger and reacted appropriately, where humans seemed to fail.

He saw the butterflies next, and smiled slightly, stopping his path and turning around to regard the child and her dog behind him. She looked harmless, despite her oddity, or perhaps because of it, and Carlisle smiled his most friendly smile, the one that put every patient under his care at ease. She seemed content to just look at him, which was rather unnerving, though he supposed a glittering man was something to look at. "Hello."