build me a boat that can carry two
build me a boat that can carry two
susan/bella. pg. 355.
(It must be the eyes. The scarlet almost bleeds into phantom tears and she laughs. So much for self-control.)
narnia/twilight crossover. these things are freakishly addicting, y'all.
They are both queens in their own right, dark hair pouring down their backs.
Neither of them get what they want, in the end.
---
It's surprisingly easy to enter that world, Bella finds out. So easy, you forget how you've gotten there.
She's greeted by a face as pale as her own, splashed with astonishment.
(It must be the eyes. The scarlet almost bleeds into phantom tears and she laughs. So much for self-control.)
---
Welcome to Narnia, they tell her.
She throws her arms up with that effortless grace and a squirrel laughs.
Why isn't this a surprise?
Susan holds out a hand. It may take a while to get used to.
---
So cold, Susan marvels, dragging a fingertip down Bella's cheek.
Bella glances away, self-conscious of her own red-fear-stay-away gaze.
Her throat burns at the proximity and she breaks contact, twisting her body in the opposite direction.
---
One thing she learns about this place?
When you drink from a talking animal, your eyes refuse to turn back gold.
---
Sometimes, when the spring winds ruffle the Queen's hair and mice pitterpatter underfoot, she'll laugh with those chocolate eyes (so much like hers used to be) and blush, drunk on happiness.
That's when it's hardest.
---
You can't go back until you find it out, Susan tells her one day.
Find what out?
Why you're here.
---
(She isn't close to the rest of the royalty. They remind her too much of the coven she once loved.
And something about Susan is effortlessly grounded, making Bella think of her as the truest, the most realistic of the four.
She tells Susan this, who later remembers it all alone.)
---
Edward fades to a distant dream.
It's easier, she supposes in a rare moment of lucidity, since she never thought he was real anyway.
---
She grins widely, skin sparkling in the sun, and Susan twists around.
What is it?
She darts forward, holding Susan (gently) around the waist and kisses her, tasting the warmth of her skin.
I've figured it out, she says finally, and laughs.
susan/bella. pg. 355.
(It must be the eyes. The scarlet almost bleeds into phantom tears and she laughs. So much for self-control.)
narnia/twilight crossover. these things are freakishly addicting, y'all.
They are both queens in their own right, dark hair pouring down their backs.
Neither of them get what they want, in the end.
---
It's surprisingly easy to enter that world, Bella finds out. So easy, you forget how you've gotten there.
She's greeted by a face as pale as her own, splashed with astonishment.
(It must be the eyes. The scarlet almost bleeds into phantom tears and she laughs. So much for self-control.)
---
Welcome to Narnia, they tell her.
She throws her arms up with that effortless grace and a squirrel laughs.
Why isn't this a surprise?
Susan holds out a hand. It may take a while to get used to.
---
So cold, Susan marvels, dragging a fingertip down Bella's cheek.
Bella glances away, self-conscious of her own red-fear-stay-away gaze.
Her throat burns at the proximity and she breaks contact, twisting her body in the opposite direction.
---
One thing she learns about this place?
When you drink from a talking animal, your eyes refuse to turn back gold.
---
Sometimes, when the spring winds ruffle the Queen's hair and mice pitterpatter underfoot, she'll laugh with those chocolate eyes (so much like hers used to be) and blush, drunk on happiness.
That's when it's hardest.
---
You can't go back until you find it out, Susan tells her one day.
Find what out?
Why you're here.
---
(She isn't close to the rest of the royalty. They remind her too much of the coven she once loved.
And something about Susan is effortlessly grounded, making Bella think of her as the truest, the most realistic of the four.
She tells Susan this, who later remembers it all alone.)
---
Edward fades to a distant dream.
It's easier, she supposes in a rare moment of lucidity, since she never thought he was real anyway.
---
She grins widely, skin sparkling in the sun, and Susan twists around.
What is it?
She darts forward, holding Susan (gently) around the waist and kisses her, tasting the warmth of her skin.
I've figured it out, she says finally, and laughs.