twilight drabbles
title: teetering on the edge of a thin gold band
fandom: twilight
character(s)/pairing(s): bella
rating: g
word count: 286
spoilers: none.
notes: this was posted for a battle of some kind so long ago i don't even remember what it was for.
summary: bella falls out of love in phases.
After a time, Edward’s arms wrapped around her begin to feel like trapping of a straight jacket, pale and tight and stop stop I can't even breathe. At night she whispers into Alice's silk sheets, terrified of not needing him, of being the strong one, and Alice kisses her forehead.
"Be the best you that you can find inside you. The rest comes after."
She feels like a small child at the age of seventy.
(Bella begins to wonder if it always felt like this, but that she was too blinded by his beauty to really see him.)
She falls out of love in phases. At first she wants to want him, needs to be consumed. Then it's guilt, the stab of pain at the hurt look in his eyes as she pulls away. Like he knew it all along. But after, she rages against his expectations, resents his wounds that she could have sworn were made in self-defense.
But finally she loves him again, for all he’s taught her about herself, albeit unintentionally. She loves that he made her happy, for a time, and that he gave her the gift of an endless life to learn her own mind, her spirit. She loves that he can’t bring himself to hate her even as her back is turned and retreating, even if he’ll never understand. She loves him the way you do all great loves, with a fond remembrance and an honest gratitude, no strings attached.
Because she’s just beginning to feel a fire within her, coursing through her veins with a power that her blood never had.
She doesn’t need him, and that thought doesn’t scare her half as much as she thought it would.
title: we dance in dark suspension
fandom: twilight
character(s)/pairing(s): alice/jasper
rating: g
word count: 100
spoilers: none.
summary: the cullens decide to take a winter swim in alaska.
The midnight Alaskan air nips at Alice’s bare shoulders but she doesn’t feel the winter’s chill, only steps closer over smooth rock to the shoreline, letting the water taste her ankles. She tugs on Jasper’s wrist.
Upstream, they can hear their siblings splash and laugh.
Beneath the water is even darker than the night sky above, so blue it’s almost black, as they sink to the bottom. If it weren’t for her vampire eyes, she wouldn’t be able to make out Jasper’s waterlogged smirk.
Their frozen lips touch, and Alice wonders if they could walk to Japan, just like this.
title: these are just ghosts that broke my heart
fandom: twilight
character(s)/pairing(s): jacob(/bella)
rating: pg
word count: 100
spoilers: new moon au.
summary: jacob watches her fall a thousand times.
The air is damp and hangs as specters, seeping into your lungs with the altitude.
You can feel her in your marrow. The whisper of a breeze, a spray of salt from below, the rustle of reedy grass; if you were to breathe in deeply you’d smell her. Like jasmine.
Or maybe it’s death.
It’s her laughter just beyond the trees that draws you forward. The flutter of fabric in your periphery. She toes the edge of the cliff, grinning back at you with her hair whipping around her face and her arms stretched wide.
She doesn’t make a splash.
fandom: twilight
character(s)/pairing(s): bella
rating: g
word count: 286
spoilers: none.
notes: this was posted for a battle of some kind so long ago i don't even remember what it was for.
summary: bella falls out of love in phases.
After a time, Edward’s arms wrapped around her begin to feel like trapping of a straight jacket, pale and tight and stop stop I can't even breathe. At night she whispers into Alice's silk sheets, terrified of not needing him, of being the strong one, and Alice kisses her forehead.
"Be the best you that you can find inside you. The rest comes after."
She feels like a small child at the age of seventy.
(Bella begins to wonder if it always felt like this, but that she was too blinded by his beauty to really see him.)
She falls out of love in phases. At first she wants to want him, needs to be consumed. Then it's guilt, the stab of pain at the hurt look in his eyes as she pulls away. Like he knew it all along. But after, she rages against his expectations, resents his wounds that she could have sworn were made in self-defense.
But finally she loves him again, for all he’s taught her about herself, albeit unintentionally. She loves that he made her happy, for a time, and that he gave her the gift of an endless life to learn her own mind, her spirit. She loves that he can’t bring himself to hate her even as her back is turned and retreating, even if he’ll never understand. She loves him the way you do all great loves, with a fond remembrance and an honest gratitude, no strings attached.
Because she’s just beginning to feel a fire within her, coursing through her veins with a power that her blood never had.
She doesn’t need him, and that thought doesn’t scare her half as much as she thought it would.
title: we dance in dark suspension
fandom: twilight
character(s)/pairing(s): alice/jasper
rating: g
word count: 100
spoilers: none.
summary: the cullens decide to take a winter swim in alaska.
The midnight Alaskan air nips at Alice’s bare shoulders but she doesn’t feel the winter’s chill, only steps closer over smooth rock to the shoreline, letting the water taste her ankles. She tugs on Jasper’s wrist.
Upstream, they can hear their siblings splash and laugh.
Beneath the water is even darker than the night sky above, so blue it’s almost black, as they sink to the bottom. If it weren’t for her vampire eyes, she wouldn’t be able to make out Jasper’s waterlogged smirk.
Their frozen lips touch, and Alice wonders if they could walk to Japan, just like this.
title: these are just ghosts that broke my heart
fandom: twilight
character(s)/pairing(s): jacob(/bella)
rating: pg
word count: 100
spoilers: new moon au.
summary: jacob watches her fall a thousand times.
The air is damp and hangs as specters, seeping into your lungs with the altitude.
You can feel her in your marrow. The whisper of a breeze, a spray of salt from below, the rustle of reedy grass; if you were to breathe in deeply you’d smell her. Like jasmine.
Or maybe it’s death.
It’s her laughter just beyond the trees that draws you forward. The flutter of fabric in your periphery. She toes the edge of the cliff, grinning back at you with her hair whipping around her face and her arms stretched wide.
She doesn’t make a splash.