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like real people do (alistair x reader) 💜💜
Summary: honestly there's no real plot, just pure fluff. Alistair tries to adjust to having a human mate, and he's trying really hard 🥹
Warnings/Tags: gn!reader, mention of skipping a meal (not intentionally), mentions of eating, Alistair being awkward and a bit rude lol, basically just pure tooth-rotting fluff, but as always, let me know if I've missed anything!
Words: 1,634
Author’s Note: me, writing a twilight fanfic in the year of our lord 2024? it's more likely than you think. uhhh yeah I have no real explanation for this except that I have stumbled back into my Alistair obsession and I just wanted to write a cute little something for him. I don't think this is my best work, but at least it made me smile, so that's something. honestly I have no idea if there's anyone else out here reading fanfic for an incredibly minor twilight character, but if there is, I hope you enjoy whatever this is! I was thinking of making this a little series of Alistair trying his damndest to figure out human stuff, so do let me know if you have any interest in that. but okay I'll stop rambling now - enjoy! 💖
A message pinged through on your computer, and you looked away from your work for a moment, pulling up the chatbox. It was Lucy from the front desk:
hey – someone’s here to see you
who?
hard to describe – and i’m having a hard time getting his name
You chuckled softly to yourself, having a sneaking suspicion you knew exactly who it was. Odd that he would willingly put himself in a situation that forced him to speak with other people though. Your laughter turned into a small frown as you considered the fact that something might be wrong. You and Alistair hadn’t been together long, but you knew about his aversion to others well enough to wonder what could bring him into proximity of the possibility of needing to engage in small talk.
be right there
You pushed back from your desk and hurried down to the lobby. Lucy was obviously waiting for you to arrive, and she met you with a mildly panicked look, gesturing with her head toward the tall man standing awkwardly in the corner of the lobby. Thanks to his heightened senses, he had noticed your arrival long before Lucy, and was already striding across the floor toward you at a pace that was just barely slow enough to be considered human. You made a mental note to ask Carlisle to gently review normal human behaviors with him. You just managed to give Lucy a quick thumbs-up to indicate that you knew the tousled man before he bustled the two of you back toward your office.
“Alistair, what the hell?” you asked as he ushered you inside and closed the door behind him.
“What a truly awful system,” he muttered to himself, clearly continuing a rant he was already halfway through rather than answering your question. “I mean really, how many idiots should I have to go through to see my partner?” You just crossed your arms and leaned back against the edge of your desk, a bemused smile starting to fight its way onto your face. You knew it was no use interrupting him until he had gotten everything out. “’Would you like something do drink?’” He parroted Lucy’s question mockingly. “No I bloody well would not – unless you’ve got a few bags of blood stored away back there,” he retorted to this fictional Lucy sarcastically. “Zounds, how hard is it to just point me in the right direction and leave me in peace?” His words faded into muttering and soft curses in a version of English that hadn’t been spoken for hundreds of years.
“Alistair,” you said quietly, breaking him out of his monologue. His talking to himself had seemed strange at first, but the more you learned about his life before meeting you, the more it made sense. He had been his only company for so long and was only now slowly adjusting to speaking with other people again. You, however, found it incredibly endearing and hoped he didn’t break himself of the habit completely.
His focus snapped to you instantly when he heard your voice, and he started murmuring apologies that you quickly brushed off.
“Alistair, it’s fine,” you assured him, sending him a warm smile and softly placing your hand on his forearm. Touch was another thing that was coming back to him only slowly. You had learned to proceed cautiously, gently, making sure he knew that you were about to touch him before making contact. The words stilled on his lips as his eyes focused in on the place where your warm palm met his cold skin.
“Alistair,” you said quietly after a moment of letting him adjust to the contact. His eyes traveled back up to your face at the sound of his name on your lips. “Is something wrong?”
“I—no,” the words tumbled out awkwardly, and you could almost see him trying to say three different sentences at the same time. If he still had blood under his skin, you were certain he would be blushing. Knowing that eye contact made conversation even more difficult for him, you flicked your eyes down toward your hand still on his arm, gently pulling it from where it hung limply at his side. You cradled his large hand in both of yours and began tracing mindless patterns on his skin, hoping this would give him enough of a reprieve to gather his thoughts. He took a deep breath and tried again.
“Nothing is seriously wrong, but I— well I… worried about you.” This instantly caught your attention, and you looked up again almost without thinking, only to find his ruby eyes gazing back down at you with a softness you were just beginning to recognize.
“Alistair, I promise, I’m just fine,” you assure him.
“But… well… I noticed you didn’t eat breakfast this morning.” You tilted your head, wondering why that was such a cause for concern that he would willingly subject himself to the horror of checking in at your work.
“I was just running a little late and didn’t have time to make myself anything,” you explained, hoping that would ease his mind, “there’s always snacks in the break room, so I figured I’d have something when I got here.”
“I understand, but humans in your age group are supposed to eat three balanced meals per day, with the addition of one to three snacks. Lack of nutrients can result in many deficiencies, which in turn can lead to side effects like headache, dizziness, and trouble concentrating.”
You couldn’t stop the smile that was growing on your face as you listened to him recite this knowledge as though he had memorized it straight from a Wikipedia article. However, you seriously doubted Alistair’s ability to navigate the internet, since Carlisle had only recently convinced him to try using a flip phone.
“Where did you hear about this?” you asked, trying to remain serious and stifling the giggles that were rising in your throat.
“I’ve been reading Carlisle’s medical texts,” he responded with a furrowed brow, “I want to make sure I understand all the risks and ensure that I am prepared for every eventuality.”
If you hadn’t been completely in love with him yet, this would have undoubtably sealed the deal. He may be awkward and eccentric and even difficult at times, but he was trying so so hard to care for you in the best way he knew how. Although the whole situation was still incredibly amusing, you simply couldn’t bring yourself to laugh at him, even if it was all in affection. Instead, you raised yourself slowly to your tiptoes and planted a soft kiss on his cheek.
“Thank you for thinking of me,” you said as you lowered yourself back onto your heels. Your chaste kiss seemed to have frozen him for a moment, as he stood there completely still, his soft squeeze of your hand the only indicator that he was still present in the room. You let him recalibrate, and as he came back himself, he made a soft exclamation as though he had just remembered something. Reluctantly releasing your hand, he swung a small backpack off his shoulder.
“I brought you some breakfast,” he explained as he pulled a jumble of containers out of the bag and placed them on your desk, “I tried to make sure I balanced all the proper nutrients to ensure you wouldn’t suffer any adverse effects from not having eaten this morning.”
You busied yourself with looking at all the containers of food to hide the tears that were welling in your eyes. You had never had someone care for you so completely like this before. Unfortunately, your plan didn’t work, since the awkwardly yet earnestly prepared food only brought more tears to your eyes. You had never expected that strangely cut fruit, mangled pancakes, and soggy cereal sitting in its own milk would make you cry with joy, but the amount of thought and care that had clearly gone into each piece of the meal was about to reduce you to ugly sobs.
You could feel Alistair watching you intently as you opened each of the containers, seemingly trying to gauge your response. When he couldn’t bear it any longer, he finally broke the silence.
“If you don’t like it, I—I’m happy to go out and buy you something. I haven’t had human food in so long and even—even then I didn’t actually prepare it so I tried reading some of Carlisle’s recipe books but I think I still didn’t get it right—”
“Alistair,” you didn’t normally like to cut him off, but you refused to let his anxious rambling sew any seeds of doubt in his mind. “It’s absolutely perfect – I can’t wait to taste it all!”
Alistair beamed at you then, a rare sight, but a welcome one.
“I just have one question though,” you said, and he looked at you quizzically, waiting for your inquiry. “Can I give you a hug?”
Confusion turned to elation on his face, and he spread his arms in assent and anticipation. You threw yourself on him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you wiped away a few escaped tears. His arms closed around your back hesitantly, like he wasn’t quite sure what to do with them, but his uncertainty seemed to fade as you melted into his grasp, and he wrapped you even more tightly in his embrace.
Both of you were smiling when you finally pulled away. You settled into your desk chair and motioned to Alistair to pull up another. He sat just close enough that your knees could touch as you surveyed the feast before you.
“What do you think I should start with?” you asked him.
“Maybe the pancakes? I’m rather proud of those.”
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Little to No Choice
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Alistair x Reader
A/N: I used an actual name instead of y/n. I’m so tired of writing it out but it’s still the same concept pretty much. Will probably continue to do that from now on
A/N: so this strays very far from canon as the request wanted a sister from Edward but to me that changes things. So demon spawn is not Renesme Carlie but Elizabeth Renee.
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“The entire family will be implicated if this ends badly.”
“Badly as in, I would become the meal.”
The awkward forced laughter filled the air. Edward made eye contact with his sister, begging her to stay silent. Lucia’s eyes widened. Fury coursing through her.
“No. Isabella. Badly as in our whole family is killed. I know it may be hard to understand but my idiot brother over there, yeah, his actions dating you, affect all of us.”
Bella’s lip quivered. She knew Edward had said this was dangerous. She always assumed it meant dangerous for her; he had mentioned a longing for her blood nothing more. Bella suddenly understood Jasper’s weariness, Rosalie’s coldness towards her. She understood why Edward had ensure he steered her away from Lucia at every chance. During the meadow Edward had refused to talk about her, Bella could only get one thing out of him.
Esme thought of him as the prodigal son, how could she not after a decade of drinking human blood and then returning. Bella asked if Carlisle felt the same. It was the first time that day Edward had frightened her. His whole body shook. His fists clenched up, and he could only speak through gritted teeth. Edward admitted he knew Carlisle was happy he had returned, but Lucia held his highest regards. It had hurt Edward but knew he could never fault Carlisle for his thoughts. Still, Edward felt Lucia had ensured Carlisle almost looked at him with contempt, pity.
“Lucia.” Edward growled, “Give it back.”
“No.”
“Now.” Edwards stance changed, it looked like he wanted to pounce on his sister.
“What’s wrong brother? I thought you loved not being able to read Bella’s mind. So different from everyone else, right?”
“I thought—” Bella felt like it was getting harder to breathe, “You said it was you, Jasper, and Alice.”
“I told you he wouldn’t tell her.” Alice nudged Jasper
“You act as if I doubted you.”
“Lucia. Now.”
“Make me.”
“Alright everyone calm down, please.” Carlisle’s voice cut through the chatter everyone had happening. The beautiful symphony of voices now sounded like nails on a chalkboard to Bella. Carlisle voice cut through the tension in the air like a knife. “Edward…Lucia is right. Bella should know what is entailed now that she knows about us.”
Edward grabbed Bella a bit too forcefully. “Carlisle surely you aren’t suggesting…”
“Edward please.” Carlisle held his hands up in effort to calm Edward, “Lets all calm down. Lucia please, return Edwards gift.”
The young girl rolled her eyes. Edward forcefully shut his own as a mirage of images and voices echoed loudly in his head. Bella’s head was spinning, she had a made a terrible mistake. She would never forgive herself if something happened to Edward. She imagined his sculpted face, even bruised, though she knew it was impossible would hurt her very soul. She tried to think of their time at the meadow, how beautiful he looked, how much she seemed to crave his very being. Bella looked up and saw Lucia’s eyes trained on her. Alice squeaked and before Bella could blink Edward was thrown across the hall. Jasper and Lucia surrounded Bella.
His sister often blocked his gift in their home, something he would never admit to despising. Now, Edward wished nothing more than have kept his mouth shut. Lucia had warned him not to bring her home. Rosalie had begged to give her time. No Edward knew the levels of his own vanity outweighed their opinions. He wanted to show them how human he had remained, how he had found a human so perfect they would not be able to compare the bond they have. A singer? It should have made them proud made all of them proud. But she just had to use her gift. Of course, Lucia had to be right. He hoped she was happy, she had to be right of course, she was just like everyone else. Bella was just like everyone else.
His sister tilted her head smirking, knowing exactly what she had done. Still, there was no staying away now. He had been adamant he could control himself, the volturi hardly ever checked on Carlisle, why didn’t his family understand that? Why turn an someone who could have so much life, someone as innocent as Bella? Or perhaps not as innocent as he thought? It didn’t matter, Edward was determined to prove them all wrong. Perhaps this was enough to scare Bella away on her own, all he could hear was guilt for possibly hurting him. She was more foolish than he thought.
The family all stared at him. Waiting for him to relax. Rosalie just scoffed and turned away. Annoyed by everything that had happened. Happy she had proved her point but annoyed this had even been an issue. They had been standing around for a few seconds, but Edward felt the judgement lasted for years. He tried to regain his composure, hadn’t he embarrassed Carlisle enough?
“I—I’m sorry. I was…”
“About to kill her?” Lucia stood up straight, she laughed dryly, “God. You still do terrible under pressure.”
“Lucia…” Carlisle warned
“Yeah, fine. Whatever.” She went stood by Esme, who patted her shoulder. Almost as thank you for keeping the peace. Lucia glared at Edward before going to join Rosalie and Emmett. The silence was deafening. Bella had been wrong this was too much. Too much for her.
“Can I go home?”
“Bella you will have to excuse my siblings behavior, I’m sor—”
“Edward I want to go home. Now. Please.” Bella was close to tears, Edward could only hear the embarrassment. The sadness she felt at not being accepted by his family. An idea of a stable family ruined in seconds. Carlisle nodded towards Edward. He was suddenly next to the door waiting for Bella to follow him, any previous pleasantries were long gone.
“Lucia!” He called out with a snarl
“Nope! Enjoy your oh so special Bella!” Lucia looked towards her sister, “is he going to kill me?”
“I’m no Alice, but no. We wouldn’t let that happen, right babe?” Rosalie chimed in before Alice said anything
“Please, he’d be dust in less than a second.”
“Emmett!” Esme called from downstairs
“Sorry!” The siblings laughed and headed back down. Alice didn’t take long to call a family meeting. Everyone sat around the giant living room. Alice jumped into the seat next to Lucia.
“Did you have to ruin my chances at having a new friend?” She pouted towards her oldest sister
“I still think we’re pushing it being this close to humans. We don’t really fit in. I am not willing to die by the volturi just because Edward is convinced his singer is his mate.”
“You still owe me.”
“I’ll let you dress me for a week.” Alice nudged Lucia as Carlisle sat down in his chair holding the bridge of his nose at the newest headache he would have to deal with once Edward returned. Esme continued to fidget.
“I don’t think we should do this until the whole family is here.”
“Esme, please.” Carlisle soothed his wife, “Alice says this concerns him.” Esme sighed but sat on the armchair on her husbands chair, waiting for Alice to continue.
“Bella will be going back to Florida. Edward won’t be able to stay away. He will be asking about weather updates a lot.”
“I can continue to stop his gift inside the house.” Lucia shrugged
“It won’t be enough. I don’t see his course changing. He wants to be around her blood too much.”
“Will he harm her?” Carlisle asked
“Of course he wouldn’t!” Of course, Esme still believed that.
“I-I don’t know. I see her getting irritated at his sporadic visits. But after a while, she disappears. Not Edward. I don’t- I can’t see her choice. She flickers in and out.”
“Would it be better if he stayed away from her?”
“Infinitely, but I don’t see a very high chance of that happening. Lucia may have helped, now that she turned off Bella’s gift. He is going to convince himself he’s in love. But his control isn’t that strong.”
“He’ll convince himself he’s helping her, doing something noble.” Rosalie warned, Rosalie put her head in her hands groaning at the thought of it. “You were right Carlisle, we should have just left.”
“I think our time among the humans may be running short. I will… try and talk to Edward. Alice?”
“You’re our best shot as usual…but its clear he wants to prove to you it wasn’t about her blood. I don’t know how long he will keep it up.”
Edward came home shortly after. Furious, raging as if the entire family hadn’t been against befriending his singer. He screamed at Lucia to give Bella whatever ability she had back. Esme pleaded with him to calm down. But his sisters resounding no, only pushed him further. He began attacking, or trying to. Lucia had seen it coming and easily avoided him, but Edward was nothing if not fast. His fury blinded him, she had ruined everything. He could never unhear Bellas thoughts. She was still too good for him, that much was a fact. All she worried about Edward. He was so foolish, he hadn’t lied to her the other day, he was in much too deep. She was a drug to him and he would not be giving her up quite so easily. Right now however, Edward was not thinking about any of that, all he saw was his almost too perfect sister meddling and actively ruining his life. He struck again, this time actively hitting her arm as she blocked him, he raised his other hand before Carlisle grabbed it.
“Enough.”
Edward softened immediately. He didn’t need to read minds to see Carlisle’s fury, and thanks to his gift not being muted by his sister he also knew exactly what thoughts came across Carlisle’s mind as he had tried to explain himself. He was right. They all were. He should stay away from Bella. What was he thinking?
“I—I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me.”
“Edward…” Alice warned but his decision had been made. It was wrong, so very wrong, but Bella needed him. He owed her that much after today. He would prove they were both worthy of this family.
It had been almost a year and a half since Lucia and the rest of her family had seen her brother. Alice was able to keep all of them Cullens aware of Edward’s actions. Bella kept her promise, leaving to find her mother in Florida. Lucia never allowed Bella’s shield to return. Edward continued to enter her room. Alice surprised everyone when Bella had enough and gave Edward an ultimatum. It was no surprise he refused to change her. They hoped Edward would return after her rejection, but Edward had gone too far. Risked too much. He continued to pursue Bella, offering compromise after compromise. Eventually, the visions stopped. Alice worried about the uncertainty in their lives, but Bella and Edward soon returned to their home, with a very pregnant Bella.
“I know I have no right to ask for your help but…”
Carlisle was silent, an eerie calmness masking his disgust had washed over his face. The rest of the Cullens sat there, silent, mortified.
Rosalie as usual, took it on herself to say what everyone was wondering, “What the hell did you do?”
Bella voice was quiet but demanded the attention of the room, “He said the only way he would change me was for us to get married.” Evens Esme’s eyes shined bright with fury, “I figured if I was going to stop being a human, it would be nice to have every human experience. I—we didn’t think…”
“No, you clearly didn’t.” Lucia huffed
“Carlisle please, you need to get it out of her.” Edward begged
“No.”
“Bella please, we talked about this.”
“And you don’t listen. I’m having this baby.”
“You can’t force her to have an abortion, Edward.” Rosalie said quietly, Edward hissed at his sister
“Regardless of what it is, you aren’t going to have a baby Rosalie.”
“I wasn’t—”
“You were.” Emmet growled at Edwards accusations but followed after his wife as Rosalie left the house. A deeper part of her breaking, a part she long ago pushed to the deepest recesses of her mind.
“Carlisle?” Lucia touched her fathers arm, only continuing when he turned to look at her, “You need to call Aro.”
“He will kill her! Carlisle please, this is easily fixed.”
“Edward!” Esme could not ignore her childs actions, Bella was pleading for anyone to hear her out. Esme felt for the poor girl. Alice and Jasper began whispering to eachother, wondering what they would have to do.
“Bella come sit down. We are going to have to take a trip.” Carlisle finally spoke. His head hurting with how the hell he was going to explain this to Aro.
“Carlisle please! If we get this thing out, things can go back to normal.”
“NO!” Bella screamed, “I want this baby. You can change me after, its going to be okay.” Lucia and Carlisle shared a confused look, how Bella didn’t understand that he was more worried about her soul than her choice. There would be no way to get her off this cloud. Edward looked panicked. More ashamed than he could ever admit. He slept with Bella to convince her she could have it all, no transformation required. Now, there would be no other choice. He couldn’t allow it. Still, he tried to placate her, smiling as much he could. Rubbing her back. Lucia silenced the voices around him. He wanted to be furious, but months of hearing the woman he had once thought was too pure for him be anything but, it was a welcome silence.
“Edward I will not force anyone to do go through something they aren’t ready to. I told you to leave her alone or there would be consequences. She made it easy, and you still followed.” He turned towards his wife, “Esme. We should discuss what we can do.”
Before the couple stepped away, Rosalie rushed back into the house, “Carlisle.”
“Are you alright? Whats the matter?”
“It’s the—the wolves. They’re wondering whats going on.”
“Why would they…”
Edward shut his eyes, pained by his carelessness. Rosalie continued, “Billy said Bella stopped by to see Charlie. Apparently, jet lag wasn’t convincing enough for him.”
“You have got to be kidding me?” Lucia glared at Bella, demanding an explanation.
“Edward needed to feed, I just-I missed my dad. I didn’t think I looked that tired.”
Rosalie scoffed, Alice stood up “Carlisle I know you’re going to talk about the treaty but, I can’t see them. I can’t tell you whats going to happen. Bella too. My gift isn’t working.”
“What do you mean—”
Alice snapped at Edward, “I mean I can only see things that don’t involve either of those… those things. Whatever is inside Bella, I cant see it or anything surrounding it. And I don’t know about the tribe.”
Carlisle nodded, “We can talk about it more when I come back.” Alice and Jasper looked away. Unsure of their own presence in the coven, Rosalie and Lucia stared back and forth between their father and siblings a silent understanding passing between them. “I see, Alice, if I may ask a favor.”
“Sure.”
“Do you think you could stop by and visit some friends of mine? Maybe someone knows how best to handle a situation like this. Esme please, call Aro and explain whats happening.” Esme nodded and disappeared into the other room.
“I’ll look around, good luck.” Alice went around the room hugging both of her sisters, Jasper did the same before disappearing. Both made sure to avoid Edward and Bella, appalled and terrified at the new development they could have never predicted. The couple kept their word asking friends for any advice. There was none to be had, none that would be useful before Bella had her “miracle” baby.
Carlisle managed to calm the wolfpack. While difficult, they managed to placate them as long as they left Forks. Bella tried to protest, afraid of worrying Charlie but was quickly silenced by Rosalie’s glare.
The pregnancy went through quickly. Esme had reached the volturi on a particularly bad day it seemed, Caius was quick to accuse Esme of lying. Regardless of what was true Edward had broken several rules in attempts to save Bella. The Cullens charade at high school clearly a problem, the second Edward saved Bella from the sliding van. Caius was sure there was more to that, Aro found it hard to justify the behavior and went on to say they would be visiting to handle any other situation that arose. Alice called to let them know she had managed to send a few friends their way to help their case, but she could only help as much as she could see and the baby interfered with her gift. Lucia couldn’t disable a gift from something she couldn’t see, if the thing growing inside even had a gift.
It was the near the end of the second week of Bellas pregnancy, her body ballooning at immeasurable rates. Only blood seemed to satisfy her any cravings she had, much to Edwards dismay. This act seemed to be the only thing to convince him that Bella had to be turned. Denali arrived first, followed by the Irish coven. Both ready to stay and talk to the volturi as a favor to their friends, both families refusing to do any more than meet Bella. Renesme was born before Garrett and then Alistair soon after.
“Well, we’ll all be on Aros list now. Centuries on the run and this is why you called for me? Some friendship.”
Carlisle tried to thank his friend, offer a place inside Alistair refused to even look at the child and went into the attic. Bellas transformation had gone well. Both her and her child completely fine. Lucia was able to see Renesmes gift the second Rosalie was handed her as Edward panicked to save his wife. The much larger than ordinary baby reached out to Rosalies face, a glazed look everyone seemed to notice. Rosalie had been supportive of Bellas choice but the touch the child had her robotically taking care of the child. Lucia had now disabled half of her family members gifts, Rosalie’s smothering seeming to abruptly end. Lucia kept quiet, let them argue amongst themselves. Once Bella was awake, Carlisle’s friends were hesitant to help over the strange child that was growing entirely too quickly. Formula had not worked, and much Carlisle’s upset she would take in human blood. Refusing to touch anything else.
Bella had assumed she would bond to this magical baby, but now wanted to do nothing more than to explore her new strengths. Everyone arguing about what to do with the child when she would sleep. Lucia hid from Edward and Bella at every chance, lest she rip both of their heads off in front of their child. She decided to join Alistair as everyone seemed to respect his hideaway in the attic.
“What do you think you’re doing???” Alistairs cool tone shocked, her Carlisle had never pushed him to meet anyone but Esme. But his personality was the polar opposite,
“Sorry, I just— I need to get away from all of that”
“Your family?”
Lucia sat down head in her palms of her hands, “ugh, adopted family. I had no choice in having Edward as my sibling.”
“You-how did Carlisle find you?”
“He never told you? Edwards mom begged him to save her son. I happened walked on in Carlisle changing him. Which—not smart I know, but I didn’t want to die. Not that way. Carlisle seemed like the better option.”
“How old were you?” Alistair tried to seen disinterested. Had it been anyone else, it would have been obvious he was anything but.
“I don’t know. I was in and out of ‘hospitals’ my whole life, I think I was in my 20s. If I play along with the whole high school thing I just do the last two years. Really, I’m shocked the volturi hasnt gotten mad at us sooner.”
Alistair stared at the young woman, curious. He was fighting everything in him to not just run away and apologize to Carlisle later. He had to be more careful. She tried to ask him about his friendship with Carlisle, but Alistair snapped back to his reclusive state. Answering as short and concise as possible.
The following days had Lucia sneaking away whenever possible. As the days passed Lucia grew increasingly worried, pressure was raining down from Edward to return his gift, from Bella to return her child’s gift. Both felt it would help gain people’s trust. Lucia refused, she would not put anyone in harms way by deceit and manipulation. Edward became irritable, it did not help his case. The few friends stayed only out of loyalty for Carlisle. They made that clear. With Alice and Jasper gone it seemed to point toward this being a useless battle. She needed a break, she had never missed sleep more.
Alistair felt himself itching to reach out and comfort her.
“Edward again?”
Lucia shrugged, “it’s everything, everyone…I don’t know. Esme is trying to have me help my ‘brother.’ I think Tanya is debating whether this is worth it. I’m supposed to go hunting today and I’m too…tired I guess?”
“Too tired to eat?”
“Guilt I guess.”
“You really believe you could change their minds?”
“No. But the kid can. I saw my brother go from wanting to destroy her to screaming at Esme to be careful. Esme can barely handle blood. She was trying so hard to not even breathe. And it’s like it knew she was in danger and she reached out and suddenly Esme was fine.
It’s just… it’s not right. And you know that, don’t you?”
“So save yourself then.” Lucia’s head snapped at him, “go to the volturi first.”
“I won’t do that to them. Edward and Bella at this point have made their bed. The rest of my family is clinging to their last shred of humanity left. A family unit. Which is us. All of us.”
Alistair sighed, understanding but worried for his new friend. “So..what are you going to do then darling Lucia.”
“Darling? Who knew you could be charming?” She chuckled but her mood went somber almost immediately, “I don’t know. I wish Alice could have told us something.”
Alistair just nodded. Trying to come up with a plan that benefitted everyone. Lucia took his silence as the end of the conversation, still grateful he allowed her to vent. Even around her family she always had to filter what she said, at least when the matter at hand concerned her now unstable sibling. It was easy to talk to Alistair, simple. She hoped to learn more about him, if they ever made it out of this situation anyway.
“Would you leave your family? To save yourself?”
Alistair went still. Lucia could see his ruby eyes shine with both resentment and fury. This was not a conversation they were going to have, Lucia determined. “I’m sorry. I didn’t—“
“No.”
“Wh—“
“No I wouldn’t.” Lucia nodded, there were some memories better left untouched. Immortality had too many drawbacks, a perfect memory proved often to be a setback. Forcing you to grieve most everything when you had little choice in a new life. Lucia had nothing but poor memory as a human, she had no strings to cut out. Alistair had no choice in what he lost. The strings tying him to his old life tangled a deep resentment inside him, cursing him to refuse any sort of connection lest it be stripped away from him again. Lucia opened her mouth to try to apologize for clearly opening a wound that may never truly heal before he rushed before her covering her mouth with one hand. The other pressed a finger against his lips.
Lucia inhaled as quietly and deeply as she could. Aside from Alistair she could smell Bella, barely hearing her movements. Lucia moved his hand away, confused as to why he would be worried about Bella being there. It suddenly dawned on her that she had told you she was going to go hunting herself. Why would she be here? She was trying to be quiet. Something was wrong. Alistair seemed to understand Lucia’s thoughts and motioned for her to stay there before disappearing quieter than she thought should have been possible.
It had only been a couple minutes before he heard movement from him, “You know you almost had us all fooled.”
“Give it back.” Bella’s shockingly icy tone was enough to jar Lucia from her hiding place, her appearance in her the study seemed to worry Bella’s, her eyes widening. “I thought you were going hunting.”
“I could say the same about you.”
Alistair rushed next to Lucia, handing a piece of paper before silently standing behind her. Lucia tried to ignore the heat she felt rush her cheeks when his hand brushed against hers, it took her a great effort to turn her attention back to Bella.
“What the hell is this?”
“I need you to give me whatever gift I had back.”
“Excuse me?” Bella stiffened at Lucia’s rising tone, as far she was concerned the last person that should be making demands was Bella. They were in this mess thanks to her. “I’m not asking again. Tell me what the hell this is?”
“I’ll save her the trouble. She’s planning on running away.”
“Stay out of this.” She hissed at Alistair which brought out an echoing snarl from Lucia.
“You cannot be serious. Tell me he’s joking Bella. Tell me this piece of paper is anything else.”
Bella’s lips formed a tight line. She barley shook her head before another growl came out from Lucia’s throat,
“We are risking everything to help you! Why are you doing this?”
“It’s not enough. You know that.”
“But we are trying anyway.”
“No. I need to do this for her. I’m going to give my baby the best chance I have at surviving. And you can help me. You can lie and say that you don’t know where I am. Just give me my gift back. Eleazar told me everything, that I was probably a shield. Shields can protect more than one person right?”
“We don’t know that. And that doesn’t change the fact that our whole family will die if you leave.”
“Oh so now it’s our family? Lucia, please you and most of the family have hated me since Edward brought me here.”
“Even then we are risking everything to—“
“That may be the best thing she can’t do actually.” Alistair spoke up. Lucia’s head snapped to Alistair, the rage in her eyes unmistakable. “No, really. If you can ensure she goes to the volturi they would probably allow her to be in the guard. They could even train her gift.”
The fire burning inside Lucia quieted as she thought about his plan. Bella was in front of Lucia in an instant, “Lucia please.”
“They won’t take Edward. They will have to make an example out of someone.”
“No! he didn’t do anything wrong!”
Lucia grabbed Bella’s shoulders, “Bella. Look at me. I can’t even guarantee that they will your child alive. But I promise, if you run away they will find you and they won’t hesitate to kill either of you. If this is going to work then it’s going to be just like your original plan, either way you lose Edward.”
“I—“
“Make your choice girl, everyone will be back soon.”
Bella stepped away from Lucia’s grasp, “Elizabeth is with Esme and Carlisle right now, I’ll pick her up. Where do we meet?”
Alistair suddenly seemed to realize how quickly things were about to change, he fue throat felt tight. The words seemed to die in his tongue. He only vaguely heard Lucia tell Bella where they could meet.
“Are you okay?” Lucia’s hand on Alistair arm made him flinch, maybe Carlisle was right he’d been away from others for too long. Lucia worried she had crossed another line, she cursed herself for destroying any chance of getting any closer to her new friend, she pulled her hand back, a longer hope he would keep her there sparked in the back of her mind. She tried to not let the disappointment show on her face
“If you go to the volturi Aro might take the punishment out on you, you’re smart enough to realize that.” Alistairs voice was softer than his normal already hushed tone, his stare was trained on the floor. Doing his best to avoid looking at Lucia’s eyes, this could not be happening. Not again. He failed at trying to sever the connection he had made in the short time he had known her. Lucia knew the risks. They both knew that much. She couldn’t find the words to say in this situation. She was unsure of what he wanted and if she was being honest to herself so was she.
“I’ll figure something out.” Was all she could muster
“Lucia, with your gift Aro will think you are a liability you cannot be the one that takes Bella.”
“You said it yourself this could be our only solution.”
“They will kill you.”
“But my family will be safe.”
“You know that’s is not guaranteed.”
“Alistair it’s fine. This is my choice. We all have to die eventually. If this is how it happens so be it.” Alistair opened his mouth to protest but Lucia didn’t let him interrupt, “I have to get going Bella should be leaving now. Please, just tell Carlisle what happened.”
“You expect me to let you go?”Alistair finally looked at her, the very thought of her assuming that hurt an ego long buried inside of him.
“Just hoping.” She turned to leave. Alistair wished he could beg her stay, but what right did he have to do that to her, to add more to her already heavy plate? He was nothing to her. He would have to accept he may never know what would become of her. But he could tell Carlisle what had happened he could do that at least.
He stayed frozen in place, Lucia itched to tell him everything would be fine. Almost reaching for his hand before remembering his recoil the last time she had touched him.
“You’ll tell my family?”
Alistair nodded once, “I think I can handle that much.”
She breathed a sigh of relief, “thank you. I hope we can continue our conversations again one day.” She offered a soft smile and nod and disappeared.
Carlisle’s warm home suddenly felt very cold, he tore apart the room to try and find a phone to call Carlisle. He needed to get out of here, quickly. But he made a promise and he would be damned if he messed this up. Something told him Lucia would find her way back. Perhaps, it was time to stop endlessly running.
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Look I’m sorry but this is long enough she can either come back and Alistair stumbles to ask but manages to convince her to go on a walk and eventually you live your cottagecore dreams. Or she does and Alistair is lining for the rest of his life. If she loves it because she convinces Aro that if she dies she will make sure they have no gifts when she goes.
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Kinktober Day 31: Masturbation- Alistair (Twilight)
Summary: You and your boyfriend Alistair have worked out an alternative to having sex and almost killing you
Word count: 1, 635
‘Lunch, two hours, home, lunch, two hours, home’ is all you could find yourself chanting in your head as you waited in line at the lunch bar. Usually you weren’t super antsy to get home, but tonight was different.
You and Alistair had been seeing each other for almost five months now, and it had been unlike any relationship you’d had before. The main difference was that Alistair was a vampire, but besides the vampiric things that made your relationship different and sometimes difficult, he was a blessing.
Being from a different time and not being used to being around other vampires, let alone humans, was at first a difficult thing to overcome, but it has been worth it. Romantic moonlit picnics, museum trips and piggyback rides through the forest were just some of the ways Alistair had woo’d you. This was very new for him, but since finding you as his mate, he did everything in his power to make you feel loved, well except one thing.
Vampires were a lot stronger than humans and that fact weighed on Alistair constantly. It had been the reason you hadn’t had sex with each other yet, but you had seemed to come up with a good work around.
Preparing for this night you had made sure to not just pick out new lingerie but also new body lotions and bedsheets, you wanted it to feel special for the both of you. Knowing how nervous Alistair was, you thought these things would help him forget about his worries and just enjoy the evening.
As five o’clock rolled around, you were hurriedly waving a goodbye to your coworkers as you race to your car. You tried really hard not to speed home but the excitement in your stomach and core demanded you be a little faster.
Seeing the headlights of your car and being able to smell you as you turned onto your street, Alistair quickly hid out of view. You told him to be over at 6:30 so you could have time to get ready, but he’d been there since you left this morning. He was too filled with both anxiety and excitement to go anywhere else.
He’s never seen you move so fast, he couldn’t help but chuckle as he saw you sprint inside, getting undressed as you stepped through the door. Even though Alistair could easily look at you as you got dressed, he was ever the gentleman and waited for you to call to him.
The second you walked into your bedroom you got to work getting ready for the night. You showered, shaved, moisturised, got into your new lingerie and even did hair and makeup. It was exactly 6:30 on the dot as you approached your window, dressed in your robe, and called down for Alistair.
You smirked down at him as you saw him approach under your window within 10 seconds. Smiling back up at you, you took a step back so he could climb up into your bedroom.
“You’ve been waiting there all day haven’t you?” You ask smirking at the blonde vampire before you, slowly approaching to stand in his embrace.
He knew he couldn’t lie to you and was a little embarrassed he’d been caught.
“Well if I knew you’d smell and look so good, I would have waited in the house.” He smirks down at you, his eyes beginning to darken as he pulled your robe away to reveal the surprise underneath.
Many believe Alistair to be cold, harsh and anxious, but once you get him comfortable, he can make you melt with his sweet words. Perhaps that’s why you hadn’t minded waiting for anything intimate, he always managed to leave you satisfied with his soft touches, sweet words and heated kisses.
“Seems a little unfair to be the only one standing here in my underwear.” You sass him, breaking him from the trance your body had put him in.
“Mmm, let me just look at you a little while longer.” He whispered, mesmerised by the body before him.
He was scared to hurt you in any way, so his touches were light as they traced along your body. His eyes moved all over you, his touch getting slightly harsher as he grabbed you by your hips and pulled you in for a bruising kiss. Alistair had never kissed you with such heat and passion before and you couldn’t get enough. As your hand grabbed a hold of his hair, something in Alistair switched. He grabbed you up by the backs of your thighs and dragged you both back into the large arm chair you’d set up for him.
Now sitting with you straddling him in the arm chair, his hands roamed all over your body. It wasn’t until you broke the kiss and started kissing down his neck, opening up his shirt that he realised how far you’d both gone. He began to slightly panic as he let out an uncontrollable moan from the way you were grinding on his hard cock.
“St-stop, darling. Please, y/n.. Stop! Stop!” He had to shout, scaring you slightly.
“I’m sorry, love, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” He apologised sweetly, ashamed of how he made you feel.
“Did I do something wrong?” You ask him.
“No, no, no. You were doing everything right, trust me,” he deliciously grinned at you, red eyes filling with passion, “but I can’t have you like that just yet. What we planned is best for now. I can’t stand a single second longer not hearing what your beautiful moans must sound like, but I can’t hurt you.” He stared lovingly into your eyes, a gentle hand on your cheek.
“Okay, baby.” You gently reply, kissing the hand that rested on your cheek and standing from his lap.
Looking into his eyes, you bite your lip as you begin to remove your bra. As his eyes move from your gaze to your chest, he lets out a deep moan. His eyes become sensual and dangerous as they come back to yours. Smirking at him you crawl onto your bed, making sure to poke your ass out a bit more than needed as you go.
Reaching the head of your bed, you lay down comfortably on the soft mattress and stare at the man in the chair in front of you, a noticeable tent already growing in his pants.
Your hand began to reach down to the top of your panties, already feeling your warmth and wetness. The moment you felt your fingers on your clit you let out a soft moan, continuing to rub softly and slowly.
“You make such sweet noises, darling. I want to see all of you.” Alistair purred at you from across the bed, his hand beginning to move slowly up and down his now exposed cock.
With one hand you continue to play with your clit and wetness, while the other pushes your panties down. Spreading your legs wide for him, you could hear his hand speeding up at the sight.
“Oh fuck, you look so perfect. Look at me, darling, let me see your pretty eyes.” He seductively coaxed you.
Opening your eyes and raising your head, you are met with the sight of Alistair naked and pumping himself quickly. The beautiful scene before you causes you to moan loudly, his red eyes pinning you to your place, the only thing moving is your fingers speeding up on your clit.
“You’re just as gorgeous as I thought you would be, darling. Your moans are the best thing I’ve heard in 700 years. Oh fuck!”
“All my moans are for you, Alistair. I’m yours, baby. My mouth is yours, my pussy is yours. Fuck I bet you’d feel so good inside me. Your cock is so big.” You pant back to your immortal love.
You and Alistair hold each others gaze as your body heats and trembles, your end coming soon. All you wanted and all you could think of was the cock in Alistairs hand, thrusting into you over and over. The thought alone of what he could do to you made you moan even louder and desperately. You were so close and all you wanted was to feel Alistair.
“Alistair! Finish on me, baby, please! I need to feel you!” You desperately shouted out to him.
Before Alistair had a moment to question himself, you shouted out another plea for him. Seeing you so desperate for him, he couldn’t help but use his inhuman speed to pounce on the bed between your legs.
At seeing and smelling you so close, he couldn’t help the loud animalistic moan that left him. Both of your moans were getting louder and your hands both moved faster, looking into each others eyes with hunger.
“I’m so close. Cum with me, baby.” You desperately moaned out, eyes about to close as you’re on the edge of pleasure.
“Cum for me, my darling!” Alistair moans out in reply.
At his command you feel your body rush with warmth and shudder as you scream out a desperate moan. Alistairs head is thrown back at the same time as he shouts his own release, his warm cum landing all over your chest and stomach.
You lay beneath him panting as he watches your relaxed and pleasure filled face. Alistair didn’t have to catch his breath, so he just enjoys watching your beautiful face and body. A warm feeling of joy fills him, seeing you so at peace and covered in his release, you’re so perfect.
“I love you, darling.” He gentle whispers down to you.
“I love you.” You say as your eyes open and smile up at him lazily.
“Should we have a shower, my darling?” He asks you gently as he strokes your hair back.
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Can you make short oneshot of Alistair losing his virginity with a virgin mate who's curvy with long black hair
I wanted it to include
Roughness
A bit of pain
A lot of hand playing
Moans sex sounds
Dominance
My muse(Alistair X Reader)
You were waiting for your mate to arrive home,laying on bed with your favourite book,looking at the clock every now and then wondering where is he.
Alistair and you have been together for no longer than a year,it's took forever to get him talk to you,and so much pacience because of how shy and antisocial he is.
But after a long time you two started dating,accepting the mate bond,and being in love completely with each other.
He was everything you ever dreamed about,soft,smart, respectful and the list could continue.
Suddleny someone sit next to you on the bed,finding amusing how you got scared for a second.
He gave you a quick peck on the lips,standing up to get changed.But you wanted more than a peck,you wanted a deep kiss,and maybe his body against you.
You knew he didn't make this before,and neither did you.You two were experiencing everything together,but never got to this level of your relationship.
Insecure about how would he react,you walk closer to him,waiting for him to turn back at you.He took off his shirt and turned to look at you, raising an eyebrow.You grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him,hard.For your surprise,he bitted your lip,asking for permission,and you gave it to him.
Your tongues fighting for dominance,as he grabbed your waist pulling you to him.
It seems that what you were feeling about wanting more,it was mutual.
He guided you both to his bed,laying you softly,while your shirt was suddleny on the floor.You knew the answer,but feel the need to ask.
"Ali,love,are you sure?"You asked,breaking the kiss.He looked hungrily at you"Are you?"he asked back.Not wanting to talk more,you kissed him again,playing with his belt.
Noticing you weren't wearing bra,he started playing with your nipples,sucking them hard as you moaned lowly.Finally you pulled his trousers down,leaving him on boxers.
Before you notice it,you were just on panties too,his hand touching you through them,making you close your eyes and moan.
Your neck were covered by his kisses, hickeys appearing in it,he started biting you,causing you some pleasuring pain,drinking for a few seconds of you,licking the cut to close it .
He knew by this moment you were totally wet and excited,begging for him to fuck you.He takes off your panties,and wasting no time he started playing with your clit,taking your hands with his free one and locking them on top of your head.
He introduced two fingers,causing you a bit of pain,however you wanting him to move them inside you right now.He started moving them slowly,letting you adapt to them,just for minutes after up his speed,his movements hards and hitting that spot on you.Your moans were like music to him,arching your back for your orgasm.
Right before you cum,he stopped,looking at you with a smug smile.He could notice how mad you were,but didn't let you move,your hands still locked in his.
"You want to finish?"He asked, obviously teasing you,he wanted to make you beg,and you were willing to do it,just wanting to feel his fingers again.You nodded,trying to act innocent,as he entered three fingers in you,moving roughly and quick,making your eyes go white.
This time,when you were about to cum,he laid between your legs,taking your clit in his mouth,sucking it softly,making you cum hard.
As you regulate your breath,he took out his boxers,accomodating on top of you,taking both hands in his,as he entered slowly,looking at you trying to find any discomfort.
Once you adjusted to him,he started to fuck you roughly,the bed were almost broken,and his growls on your ear were loud.While you weren't able to say anything coherent,just screaming for him.He took your leg to his waist,going even deeply,his hips thrusting with yours,grabbing your neck with his hand,totally letting you know who has the control there.
That feeling on your lower stomach appearing again,and you moved down your hand to touch your clit,just for him to slapped it,looking at you while his hand touched it,won't letting you pleasure yourself.
In a couple minutes,both of you let out a loud scream,finishing at the same time,him laying on top of you,making sure to not hurt you .
He looked at you,noticing some bruises in your body,gently hugging you while he apologizes sincerely.
But that's what exactly what you wanted,the pleasure he gave you was how you wanted to feel with him,even if you have to deal with some bruises.
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All of the Cullens’ backstories are genuinely fascinating. When I learned each one, it was like “Whoa!” and “That explains a lot. Well done!”
Oh for real. The backstories are probably why I got sucked into the fandom at all. I'm indifferent to Edward/Bella and Jacob/Bella but oh boy, the backstories just set my imagination on fire.
"How did X become a vampire?" is my very favorite part of vampires stories, and while Twilight is barely a "vampire story," SM goes unnecessarily hard with so many of the backstories?!? Like I want to crawl into the angst and horror and spiritual dread of Carlisle's backstory. Alice's being turned to save her from a vampire hunting her? Rosalie resenting being 'saved' but using her newfound vampirism to get righteous revenge? All of this stuff is about 500x more interesting to me than anything going on with Bella.
And in the guide she goes EVEN HARDER? Alistair's whole story is so over the top, dark and miserable; Laurent was apparently BFFs with some vampire named Boris who was pretending to be the Russian ambassador while snacking on maids and valets at Versailles. Alice's story is expanded to include her father having her mother murdered.
Of course, you do run into racism and gendered violence in some of the backstories, but that's sort of par for the course when it comes to Twilight.
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Twilight Advent Calendar 2023 Event
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Dec. 10 - Pick one of the witnesses in Breaking Dawn. What was it like for them to stay at the Cullens' home for those two weeks? Who did they spend time with?
I'm trying to decide who Alistair spent time with when he finally ventured out of the attic (or who finally joined him in the attic). Bella's impression was that he didn't have any admirers among the gathered witnesses; fair enough for a "misanthropic English vampire."
But he does consider Carlisle his friend, at the very least, and as much as Carlisle loves a full house, I imagine that attic started to look rather appealing after a while. Carlisle eventually crawled up the ladder and stooped as he wove his way through the empty Christmas decor boxes over to where Alistair was huddled, quickly burning through the pile of books the Cullens had thoughtfully "stored" up there.
Nothing eases a stressful situation like completely ignoring it for a while to catch up with a distant friend. They caught up on news and gossip and such, and eventually settled into their old banter about philosophies and ancient monster legends and eschatology and other happy topics. Carlisle finally got to thank Alistair for sending his father's old cross a few decades back. Eventually, he found Alistair receptive enough to share a little more deeply about how his life has changed over the past century and how he fears the confrontation with the Volturi will go.
Alistair is a good listener when he needs to be. Whether or not he had any comfort or advice is another matter, but it still helped Carlisle to take off his mantle of leadership for a while and just be a regular guy talking to his friend. Alistair returned the token of trust by rolling his eyes and saying that Carlisle clearly needed a good, stiff drink. So they went on a hunt together. It was a little outside Carlisle's comfort zone, what with Alistair taking the hunter and Carlisle taking the deer, but he was tired of being preachy when no one ever listened anyway.
Siobhan is more of an fond acqaintance because Liam is deeply uncomfortable with Alistair's literal English nobility vibe to the point of open hostility. So Siobhan takes the opportunity to catch up with Alistair a bit, but she doesn't go up into the attic. They only talk when Alistair takes the occasional breath of fresh air. He can't help but be intrigued by Carlisle and Eleazar’s theory re: Siobhan's "gift," so that gives them something new to talk about. And novelty is the currency of choice among vampire friends in general.
Finally, I hope Alistair made at least some small effort to introduce himself to the American nomads. Garrett, at least, is up for anything.
In the end, the whole thing was too much for Alistair. Learning and observing kept him going for a little while, but his rusty social battery was depleted long before the Volturi were due to arrive. His anxiety finally beat out his loyalty in the end. Ah well, he knows Carlisle well enough to expect forgiveness.
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What Manner of Man: All hell breaks loose. 🦇
I was in a wild state of mind as the sea carried Silas and myself towards Whithern Hall. Twilight was setting in, carrying with it a chill like the first breath of autumn. My mind ran wild with imagining what terrible scene we might find upon arrival —
I might find Alistair already dead, his corpse mutilated — or kneeling; the executioner’s blade in the act of descending on his bowed neck. These were among the least terrible possibilities that ran through my mind. The terrible ways that death can be meted out present themselves all too readily to the Bible-trained mind.
Moreover, the walls of my castle are broken; the shadows are many —
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2nd June: Mr. Knightley’s suspicions grow
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Read: Vol. 3, ch. 5 [41]; pp. 224–225 (“When he was again in their company” to “Frank Churchill and Jane”).
Context
Mr. Knightley is again in the company of Jane Fairfax and Frank Churchill; his observations seem to support his suspicions that Frank and Jane like each other.
We know that this occurs soon after the beginning of “June” (vol. 3, ch. 5 [41]; p. 224).
Note that this write-up contains spoilers.
Readings and Interpretations
Coo-Coo for Cowper
As Mr. Knightley once again observes the two in company together, he could not “avoid observations which, unless it were like Cowper and his fire at twilight, ‘Myself creating what I saw,’ brought him yet stronger suspicion of there being something of private liking, of private understanding even, between Frank Churchill and Jane” (pp. 224–5). The allusion is to William Cowper’s 1785 blank verse poem The Task (Book IV, “The Winter Evening,” 25–9):
Me oft has fancy, ludicrous and wild,
Sooth’d with a waking dream of houses, tow’rs,
Trees, churches, and strange visages, express’d
In the red cinders, while with poring eye
I gaz’d, myself creating what I saw.
Mr Knightley uses this “image of Cowper seeing shapes of things in the fire, to express the idea of looking at events in such a way as to make the interpretation of them entirely fanciful. […] This becomes a superb symbol, accentuating the mystery surrounding Jane Fairfax” (White, p. 68). William Deresiewicz argues that, though this is “more obviously [an] allusion[]” to Cowper, it is also an allusion to William Wordsworth’s Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey. This “double allusion sets Wordsworth against Cowper” in terms of their approach to imagination, “precisely as Wordsworth himself does in the passage to which the allusion points”:1
while Knightley is thinking of Cowper, Austen knew that her readers would be thinking of Wordsworth, of the use he makes of Cowper’s famous line in “Tintern Abbey”: “ . . . eye, and ear,—both what they half create,/ And what perceive” (106–107). For what Knightley is doing at that moment, after all, is precisely “half-perceiving, half-creating”—observing signs and imagining, correctly, what lies behind them. This is not quite the kind of imaginative half-creation Wordsworth has in mind, but it does offer the same contrast to Cowper’s (and Emma’s) creation-from-whole-cloth—a responsible use of the imagination, grounded in careful observation, to discover hidden truths. And this is exactly the use of the imagination Austen demands of her readers throughout the novel, both through the many puzzles and riddles she has us play along with her characters and, more important, through the very structure of the novel itself, a grand mystery story or puzzle-text that continually forces us to read clues and guess at the hidden truths that lie behind them. (p. 9)
Allusions to and quotations of widely read and respected literature were a common and even “obligatory” feature of contemporary writing; Austen, however, tends to ridicule this convention, “surrounding allusions with ripples of irony” (Stabler, pp. 46–7). Here, “Austen, in making her Wordsworthian reference, plays a complex and sophisticated double game” (Deresiewicz, p. 8).
For Alistair Duckworth, the usage of the quote represents Knightley’s appropriately cautious attitude towards his own “well-grounded suspicions”:
By allowing us access to Knightley’s rational consciousness, we [sic] are granted an awareness of the permissible use of the imagination. Careful to avoid the errors of the undisciplined imagination (even as he speculates, Knightley reminds himself of Cowper’s line, “Myself creating what I saw”), he is able to intuit a “something of private liking, of private understanding... between Frank Churchill and Jane” (344). […] Secrecy and concealment, the scene allows us to see, are not invulnerable to the intelligent and responsible mind. (p. 173)
The fact that these observations take place over multiple occasions is worthy of note—Knightley first feels a suspicion based on certain observations, then pays attention on subsequent occasions to see if further observation confirms his suspicion. Michael Suk-Young Chwe writes that Knightley, as one of “Austen’s strategically thoughtful people,” “tr[ies] to be self-critically aware of potential bias”; his calling up of the Cowper quote shows him to be aware of the danger of “confirmation bias” in this instance (p. 157). This passage as a whole is also notable for being a meta-analysis of perception, observation, drawing conclusions, and cognitive bias from the perspective of a character in a novel that is concerned (motivically and on the level of structure) with all of these things.
Footnotes
Scholars largely hold The Task to have influenced Wordsworth’s Tintern Abbey: see for example Jones.
Discussion Questions
What is the utility of calling up a quote with which a contemporary audience would be familiar? Is there any sense in which the usage of this quote is not straightforward?
How is Mr. Knightley characterized in this section?
Bibliography
Austen, Jane. Emma (Norton Critical Edition). 3rd ed. Ed. Stephen M. Parrish. New York: W. W. Norton & Company, [1815] 2000.
Chwe, Michael Suk-Young. Jane Austen, Game Theorist. Princeton: Princeton University Press (2013).
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SAVIOR Alistair x Reader ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As the last customers of the day left a wave of relief swept over me. Today had been a particularly full day at the Mystic diner and all I wanted to do was close up and go home. Even though technically we still had thirty minutes before closing it was already dark and in this small town everyone usually turned in early. I walked past the door after clearing the last table and turned off all the lights in the back so only the table lights illuminated the small dining space. Then I sat down behind the cash register to start counting today's turnout. It was around ten now and the moon was just barely lighting up the trees outside. The branches swayed back and forth in the wind and the effect was slightly spooky to say the least. A cold shiver ran through me as a I stared out of the glass windows and I wished I hadn't volunteered to close alone tonight. I turned my eyes back to the money at hand and started counting faster. All I had to do was lock this away and put up the chairs and then I was free to run to my car and go back to my safe little apartment. As I was putting everything into our leather clutch I heard a slight tapping on the window. My hand froze on the zipper and I didn't dare look up. There it was again, a tap tap tap on the glass. You're being crazy (Y/N) there is nothing there it's a branch or just your imagination. I set the bag on the counter and wiped my hands my apron. I repeated that in my head as I forced myself to finally look up at whatever was making the sound. At first I only saw the dark shapes of the trees but after a moment it was all too obvious. The outline of a man standing right in front of me. We stood there looking at each other. At least I assumed he was looking back at me. I hoped maybe he was just looking to make the waitress jump a little before coming in for coffee-definitely a bad joke to play on someone but better than any other outcome. The longer he stood there the more I knew it wasn't true. He started to move towards the door and I realized it was still unlocked. I looked to the door and just barely saw him crumple to the ground with a thud. This would probably be my only chance so I ran to the door and turned the deadbolt and just as I switched off the rest of the lights someone started banging on the door. I fell to the floor and moved behind the counter feeling tears well up in my eyes. There wouldn't be anyone around here at this time of night to help me or anyone close enough to hear what was happening. A man was yelling for help as the glass rattled from how hard he was hitting it. Then the next second everything was quiet. I held my hand over my mouth to try and mask the sounds of my heavy breathing. A groan sounded on the other side of the door and another thud. Somewhere I hoped the man I saw was the person getting hurt but I knew my luck was probably not that good. Then the door knob rattled and after whoever it was realized it was locked they knocked lightly on the door. I backed further behind the counter and contemplated if it was worth it to run to the very back door and try to make it to my car. Another moment passed and then I heard an annoyed, accented voice yell out, " So what I just saved your life and you can't even unlock the door?"
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description: Hello!!! Could you do "13. Snowed in" with Alistair from the Christmas/Holiday Prompts? Also, I love your writing! Your stories are superb!
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The cabin was hot.
Between the heat of the fire and how much Alistair was pacing around, you were nearly sweating as you tried to enjoy your book. The room was a complete contrast to the weather outside, bitterly cold and windy with thick snow falling from the sky.
It had been snowing for days now and you were lucky that the cabin had been stocked before the storm hit or you would have starved. Neither of you could leave the house and it was beginning to irritate your mate. His normal ruby eyes were beginning to fade to black.
You heard another deep sigh and rolled your eyes, setting your book down beside you as you did. “What?”
“Nothing.” Alistair huffed as he came to a stop in front of the fire. His blonde hair was tied back into a small bun, the fire casting shadows against his pale skin. His jaw was tight, fingers twisted tensely together.
You pushed yourself up from the couch, moving to stand beside him. You nudged his arm gently, letting him know you were close before moving to wrap your arm fully around him. He relaxed against you, letting his head fall upon your own.
A smile tugged at your lips as the two of you stood together and you thought back to a time when Alistair hated to be touched. He was still touchy sometimes, but the two of you had come a long way in the short few years you’d know him.
His hand slowly twisted through your own and he turned you to face him. His looks were always intense, always had you feeling flushed from head to toe. His other hand grabbed your free hand and he pulled you closer before shuffling his feet back and forth.
You grinned now at him, not used to seeing this sweeter side of him. “This is nice.”
He merely hummed in agreement, spinning the two of you around your living room. You closed your eyes and leaned your head forward to rest on his chest, trusting him to guide you around.
The lights from the fire and Christmas tree illuminated the room, casting colors of orange and red and green around your feet. You giggled lightly when Alistair tipped you back, grabbing tightly onto him.
His own lips were tilted up, the stress from earlier completely gone from him as he leaned down to kiss you. Your foreheads rested together, noses brushing softly together as you leaned to kiss him once more.
Alistair smiled softly at you before pulling back and beginning your dance once more, the Christmas lights and heavy snow as your background.
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Do you think that Alistair would ever settle down somewhere? I mean like a permanent residence thing like the Cullens etc.? With his mate if he finds them or alone. Potentially even joining a coven?
I know he's a nomad, but mans is so lonely 😭
I'd just like to hear your take on it :>
•Nomads•
From what we know a nomadic vampire is just someone that wanders the world alone or with one partner. Honestly, I think all vampires find themselves in this situation at one point or another just to find where they belong. They have to find a person or group of people they don’t feel like fighting the second a hunting trip begins.
With Alistair I don’t think he s wandering all that much. Like yes he is wary of the volturi, but he doesn’t really have a reason to be scared of them since he keeps to himself so he’s not really on the run, unlike let’s say the Romanian coven. But even they don’t really have to run since Demetri can come in whenever and threaten the volturi on them again.
So I would like to imagine most nomadic vampires Alistair, Mary, Randall, etc. all have semi permanent homes in different parts of the world. Some can probably hide out in cities during the day (which would be the smart thing to do imo) and hunt at night. In Alistairs case I imagine he enjoys the woods as he always found the outdoors an escape.
I think if he found someone he would feel less need to move every so often and would only travel as much as his partner wanted but regardless would still tru and keep to the woods as best he can.
As a side note, similar to how orcas or sharks don’t concern themselves with humans because we are not in their meal plan I would like to think almost animals feel the same about vampires. Obviously the ones around the cullens are different but that’s because they eat animals which they aren’t supposed to. I say this because give Alistair a couple falcons pls I beg. I should not have been given this information in the guide if I cannot somehow write it into fruition for him as a vampire.
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Reader is based off of an OC I made for Twilight and never used. Her name is Elizabeth but the description will be set up like any other reader insert.
Elizabeth was the ex-mate of Aro, she was only eighteen when he turned her and locked her way till she was hungry enough to have killed her whole village including her own family, forced to live with the guilt. She had befriended Alistair after Aro grew tired of her and the two developed an interesting relationship, they were mates..and they never stopped being mates, but they understood they wanted different things. Alistair wanted to seclude himself while Elizabeth wanted to be near humans and other vampires. Alistair thought he was okay with her leaving, but he missed her, things were less bright around, his Lizzie only visited every decade, sometimes when she grew bored of the domestic life she'd come back to him.
When she arrived pleading for him to help her family, he reminded her that he was supposed to be her family and she rolled her gold eyes and gave him that look
"Ali, you know what I mean!"
"It's a death wish, if anything you and I should be going into hiding." She reached up and played with his beard
"I won't let anything happen to us, please I wouldn't ask this of you if it wasn't urgent. I didn't fuss at you when you didn't come to the wedding, but I'm asking this of you my love." He let out a useless sigh and laid his forehead on yours
"Is your room still in the attic?"
"Yes, just as you left it so you can sulk." He took her hands in his and studied her features, the scar across her face, the memory of Aro giving it to her replayed in his head as the man broke up with her and the two of them fled later that night. He packed a bag and they met up with Carlisle and Esme a couple days later in England to fly home.
Bella and the others found it amusing how different their Liz was to Alistair. It was nice to see her light up and be a bit more playful as she was usually so serious. Alistair didn't come out of the attic much, but when he did he liked making her flustered, playing with Liz's hair or pinning her to the tree and calling her 'Lizzie'.
"They've always been like that." Carlisle shrugged watching his "sister" and Alistair standing in the tree. When Alistair decided to leave he packed Lizzie's bags and he was going to force her, he couldn't lose her, and she hated her for a few centuries he was okay with that as long as she was around.
"Alistair, my love...you know I'm not going."
"You are! End of discussion, if I lose you I'll destroy everything." He charged at her, her backing up not used to her behaving this way
"Ali I have to do this."
"I won't die here, not like this." He shakes his head and grabs her face and she sighs and leans into his hand
"When this is over I'll go home with you."
"You're coming home now." He tried sound stern but he was soft for only her, in his own way, and she simply kissed his palm and held it close to her chest
"I have to do this, that little girl deserves a chance at life with her parents." She watched as he nodded and grabbed his bag and she pushed one of her bags towards him
"I'll bring the other one with me my love." He kissed her and left without another word. All he did was worry about her, but she knew his fear of death grew daily and while the others called him a coward she would glare and say
"Maybe we're all just to suicidal to notice when to leave." When the Aro and the others arrived, she thought of Alistair, pushing away the thoughts that maybe she should have left with him and when Aro reluctantly left she smiled and embraced her family, they knew what it meant. She would leave, but it was clear that this time would be longer than normal if not permanent. Renesmee cried into her aunt's chest asking her to please not stay away for too long
"I'll bring you gifts when I return my love." Liz smiled kissing her forehead
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Alistair soft alphabet
A - Affection (how do they show affection)
He is not used to affection,like at all.
At first he won't show any kind of affection,not until one day you held his hand,and he was confused asf,he didn't understand why you did that.
You explained to him it was completely okay to show affection,and that you were going to be patient.
With the time,he started holding your hand,kissing your forehead and hugs you from behind.
B - Balance (how do they balance you, work/school/life?)
He is a nomad,so he usually doesn't have anything to be busy with,just scape from Carlisle lol.
He can be with you all the time,however,he needs his time alone,he has been on his own all his life,and you respect when he isolate himself for a few hours.
C - Cuddles (do they enjoy cuddling? what positions?)
He enjoy it when he is feeling tired or in the mood for it,he never cuddle anyone and at first it was weird for him.
Once he gets comfortable with it,he will pull you onto his chest,with his chin on top of your head.
D - Date (what was your first date?)
Didn't even know how human dates worked,so he just took you for a walk,enjoying the silent and the questions you asked each other about life.
E - Excited (how excited do they get when they see you/are with you?)
Won't say it but he is so excited everytime he sees you,finally he has someone that he loves and cares about,you can see his eyer light up.
F - Fighting (what happens when you fight)
Honestly fights makes him anxious,he doesn't like it at all,if an argument is about to start,he would sit you down on the coach next to him,and talks things gently.
G - Gorgeous (pet names. what do they like to call you? what do they like to be called?)
He calls you love,he loves the smile that appears on your face everytime he say it.
He loves when you call him Ali,he acts like he hates it but you can see his shy smile.
H - Hi (first time meeting)
He meets you at the Cullen's house,you were a friend of Bella.
You make him company while he was in the attic.
I - Intimacy (how romantic they are)
Surprisingly he is so romantic,once he is comfortable ofc.
He will take you everywhere you want,even if it's include having to socialize,he spoils you with jewelry that he make himself.
Let's you braid his hair,while he whisper how in love he is with you.
He learned how to cook just to make you dinner everyday.
J - Jealousy (do they get jealous? how do they react to you being jealous)
Not jealous at all,just insecure.He thinks you can find someone so much better than him,you reassure him everytime.
He would be surprised if you get jealous,he doesn't show interest in anybody but you,so he looks at you questioning what are you doing.
K - Kisses (where do they like to kiss you/how often?)
He literally waited like five months to kiss you,he was scared of your reaction,what he didn't know is that you were waiting him to kiss you,not knowing if he was comfortable.
His kisses are literally so soft,and slow.Cupping gently your cheeks and leaving small kisses.
L - Love (when was the first time they said I love you or realized it?)
As much as he hated it at first,he knew he loves you since the moment you showed interest in talking to him.
He said it after almost a year of being together,you two where on a walk together,holding hands,and he suddenly said it.
M - Moving in (when do you decide to move in together)
He is a nomad,so you are the one who asks to move in together,even if it's difficult for him stay on the same place for so much time,he accept,with the only condition to move to a house in the forest.
N - Newborn (their reaction to starting a family)
He doesn't want a family,thinks his lifestyle it's not the best for a child,and after Renesmee he doesn't want you to be in danger.
He would addopt a dog or a cat tho:D
O - Open (how open you are with one another)
He is not used to talk about emotions,he doesn't know how to show his feeling or vent.
But with the time,he start talking to you about some things he needs to vent about,little by little.
P - Photos (what kind of photos you take of them/they take of you)
He hates technology,thinks it's not a need,however if you have a phone,you always find the way to take a random picture of him.
Q - Quirks (what random habits do you have that they love or hate/vice versa)
He loves when you touch his hair when you are cuddling,you just can't keep your hands off of his hair.
He hates when you bit your nails,he is scared you would make it bleed and loose control.
R - Recovery (how you help them after an injury/vice versa)
He can't get hurt,but sometimes his anxiety gets so bad,so you prepare him a bath and then take care of him,reading to him or just cuddling him.If he needs to be alone you would let him,but checking on him every few hours.
If you get hurt he gets so nervous,you have to calm him,saying it's nothing too bad.
He would take you to bed and take an emergency kit.
S - Solution (how they resolve fights)
As I said,he sits with you on the coach,asking what bothered you or saying what is bothering him.
T- Touch (when they need/want your touch, what will they do? how often?)
When he feels okay with it and not anxious, he needs your touch,specially he needs you to gently caress his hair.
U - Up ( waking up with them)
He doesn't sleep,but he would let you sleep until late,and then waking you up saying breakfast is ready,leaving a soft kiss in your forehead.
V - Vacation (where they travel with you)
He is a nomad,so he will take you everywhere,enjoying telling you stories he lived in those places.
W - Wedding (how they propose/where you get married/honeymoon)
He doesn't want a wedding,if you want one,he will give you a ring,but that's it.
X - X-factor (what about you captivated them?)
The fact that you were so nice towards him and respected his personal space,not pressing him to do anything.
Y - Yawning (how they act when they’re tired)
He gets a little clingy,snuggling his head on the crock of your neck,kissing it.
Z - Zzzz (how you fall asleep together)
When he make you company on your sleep,he will cuddling you from behind,being the big spoon.
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can I be anon? I know you don't like BReaking dawn but as an E/B stan I loved the wedding and the honeymoon, and i don't mind Resume (the kid or the name) but what sucked was that they didn't even seem like vampires any more. Eddie wanting Bella's blood was so sexy and dangerous, but then Bella's a vampire and she and Renameme don't seem to have any temptation from blood at all. LIke SMeyer just did't want to deal with the vampire parts and it became this superhero fairytale, assembling the X-Men and just mentioning like 'oh btw they kill people out of state, don't think about it, not important.'
I missed the tortured vampire angsty bullshit! Not that I wanted Bella or Eddie or even Renesmonster to suffer or whatevs but they didn't even seem to be vampires anymore, just superheroes like the Incredibles. Even the wolves were like 'sure whatevs, we cool now.'
Oh yeah, I agree. And I guess you could argue that because Bella's so pro-vampire that her narration doesn't give us the kind of stuff Edward does in Midnight Sun or that we get through him in the original books via his conversations with Bella. But still it just felt, lacking.
Although to be honest I felt the same with Bree Tanner? I remember reading it all excited to be like YES finally some REAL Vampire Stuff! These are Wild Newborns! This is gonna give me What I Want! And then . . . they just hang out in a basement playing video games all day to avoid the sun while Bree hides and reads. That's . . . that's it? That's the wild, uncontrollable vampires? It was underwhelming.
I think it's pretty clear that SM's interest in actual horror is minimal, and with the exception of the Cronenberg-esque birth scene, she tends to just mention it in passing or in backstory and doesn't actually write it out. I'm sure if she actually wrote a novella about, say, Alistair's horrible 'how I became a vampire story' it wouldn't live up to the horror I've created in my head based on the summary of it in the guide. Likewise Edward's brief description of newborn!Carlisle out in the forest trying to starve himself and then finally snapping and attacking a herd of deer is probably better in my imagination that it would be if SM wrote it, because she's not interested in the tragic horror stuff in the same way I am. And that's fine; we all have our different tastes. It's just a little frustrating that I got invested in this series with vampires and "werewolves" and then by the end it's just like, vampire babies and actually-they-are-shapeshifters Christmas domestic stuff and none of the tragic horror that was in every single backstory. Bella being amazing at self-control and 'born to be a vampire' made her seem not much like a vampire at all, just someone with beauty and superpowers. Like, what happened to the constant thirst-pain vegetarian vampires supposedly suffer from denying themselves human blood?* The girl who complained about the rain and the cold and the 'too green' is suddenly quiet about burning thirst.
*Blood drinking is an imperative. Even for a vampire who keeps his or her system full of animal blood, the lack of human blood is constant pain. I think the only human state that is even close to comparable is anorexia. Anorexia is too hard on a human body—in the end, if not given up, it kills a human. Vampires can’t be killed by starvation, so they manage. But it’s harder than you’re giving them credit for. My philosophy is this: I can’t judge vampires, because I’ve never done anything as physically difficult—nothing even close!—as giving up human blood is to them. - SM, PC 12, Twilight Lexicon.
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“You look so different,” he said, “what’s it been? 200 years?”
“Since you ditched me in Venice? Yeah, I’d say about 200.”
“About that...”
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Lines of the Portrait
You sit in the tree, nestled in the fork with a sketchbook resting on your bent knees. A look of concentration forms on your face as you try to recall the faces of the Irish Coven, remembering the stoniness of their leader, Siohban. After you were changed, it became a habit to sketch everyone that you came in contact with-- a way to get through the years without losing too much of your sanity. You were changed by Carlisle after being attacked in the streets at 20 years old, making you the first human he ever changed and his closest confidant. Throughout the years, he has apologized on many occasions for forcing you into this life because that was never his intent, but he couldn't bring himself to leave you to die in the streets.
Although one part made this life unbearable, you had nothing to do throughout the days-- your self control was okay, but nowhere near the level of your family. You struggled because a part of you didn't want to be vegetarian, because all you wanted was to hunt men like the ones who hurt you all those years ago. So being around humans was not an option, and there's only so many things you can draw before you run out of options for that as well. Over the years, you have slipped on several occasions. Now it has been well over a hundred and fifty years since your last slip, and you're hopeful that maybe you'll gain enough control to get out of this house more. You got to watch your family find mates and control, while you remained alone-- separate by your own will. To say it's been a long existence is a severe understatement in your eyes.
Your eyes glance over the details of the black and white sketch, it is too simple in your eyes, but to a human-- it would be incredibly detailed. A work of art, and to you, it is sloppy. It is nothing compared to some of the other pieces you keep in your room.
Perception is everything-- you think to yourself as you flip the page, tired of critiquing yourself. Might as well just begin again, rather than berate the picture. So when Carlisle and Esme arrive with the next guest, you do not even bother to glance in their direction-- it's not like it will matter anyways.
Alistair P.O.V (3rd Person)
Alistair steps into the frigid Forks air, but feels no difference, he merely glances around in disgust-- why did he bother even coming? All he can feel is an uncontrollable urge to run away from this place and never look back, but he feels as though there is something that keeps him grounded in this place. Something that says stay for a bit and find a part of you that you never knew existed. He scoffs at the thought, there is nothing here for him except ruination because that is what the Volturi brings.
Carlisle and Esme stand beside their old friend, allowing him time to process it all as his eyes survey his surroundings-- trying to find every available way out that he can. Yet through the brown and green forestry, high in the trees, he sees them. Hidden among the branches without a care in the world, eyes locked on the book in hand-- fingers nimbly grasping a pencil as they attempt to create something although Alistair cannot see what from this angle. Their h/c contrasting against the tree in the sun, their beauty undeniable and in a moment, Alistair knows he had to come here. What drew him to agree to something that he didn't want to be a part of.
"Who's that in the trees?" Carlisle doesn't bother looking, he already knows who it is. They are always there and while he feels a need to protect them, Carlisle sees the look in Alistair's eyes. He knows what happened, and what will come.
"Their name is Y/N. My oldest and dearest friend." Alistair thinks about the name, letting it play through his mind several times over before he looks back up at them. Everything about them so far is consuming his thoughts, and he barely knows anything about them. And they will continue to be a part of his thoughts until the very end of his days.
"I'll be in the attic." He says simply, well running away from Carlisle just got a tad more complicated-- now he must choose, stay and fight with you, or leave you behind because he doubts that you would ever abandon your family.
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