slayer_fray: (what you say?)
slayer_fray ([personal profile] slayer_fray) wrote2009-08-13 03:30 pm

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Mel doesn't let herself question why Carlisle's following her so sheep like. Not until she gets into the office and has Baby open a cell for him. Saying nothing more, she waits for him to go in, then leans back against the opposite wall, watching.
ofthefamily: (dark hair)

[personal profile] ofthefamily 2009-08-13 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)
The cell itself is not bigger than the one Carlisle had occupied previously, but it is certainly different.

He turns his black eyes to the guard, taking in her dress and everything about her that keeps shouting at Carlisle that he has finally lost what little control he had maintained thus far.

Carlisle hasn't figured out anything to say yet, so when he steps into the cell and spins on his heel to see no bars or door behind him, he reaches out and places one pale hand on the barricade silently, trying to figure it out.
ofthefamily: (the things he wishes he didn't know)

[personal profile] ofthefamily 2009-08-13 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Might as well play along, Carlisle supposes.

"Lower tunnels behind the east gate. Volterra."

After a second, Carlisle explores another possibility: "Is this some new location Aro has decided to deposit me? I do not recognize it."
ofthefamily: (doing what needs doing)

[personal profile] ofthefamily 2009-08-13 02:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"The girl was in my mind and that boy," Carlisle spits, "was put here to mock me.

"I didn't kill them."
ofthefamily: (as human as it gets)

[personal profile] ofthefamily 2009-08-13 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why are you speaking with me?"

None of the guards speak with me unless they have a goal.
ofthefamily: (dark hair)

[personal profile] ofthefamily 2009-08-13 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Are you going to let me hunt?"
ofthefamily: (the things he wishes he didn't know)

[personal profile] ofthefamily 2009-08-13 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then there is nowhere for me to go. Here is the same as there."

Carlisle moves to the back of the cell, letting himself drop to the floor with a solid thud.
themidnightson: (Removed in the process)

[personal profile] themidnightson 2009-08-14 11:10 am (UTC)(link)
Edward stood in the infirmary, in wake of River's departure and near obliteration from focus, seeing only the surfeit of (his) Carlisle's choice reflected in this room.

He left the room without even grasping that he needed to, becoming a whisper of instinctive movement. But only getting two steps out the door before Mel's words to the Bar reached him. He appeared to the side of her, a few steps back.

"You shouldn't do that." His voice is tempered, almost impeccably smooth and even, which worked until one looked to his eyes.
themidnightson: (Intensely Present)

[personal profile] themidnightson 2009-08-14 11:31 am (UTC)(link)
It's there, in the dark gold, that he's drowning. Standing perfectly still, without the need to breathe or shift, with impeccable grace in even the way his face tilts to look at hers; drowning.

"It won't help."

It doesn't matter what is in the canister. It doesn't matter if it human. Or synthetic. Or alien. Or anything that Bar could produce. All it will be to him is a new ploy to the always plot for how drive him to Their wants.

"He--" is in a game he can't win "--couldn't comprehend any charity in it now."
themidnightson: (Edward Cullen is watching you)

[personal profile] themidnightson 2009-08-14 11:50 am (UTC)(link)
He meant her kindness -- not pity.


Edward stared at her too long, too still.

The way nothing mortal did. Edges burning, but still.

It was a hallow ground, what she asked for. One whose secrets he'd kept for Carlisle even before and from his (their) own family members where it came the specifics. The absolutes. The images. The truths of certain lengths. Yet now it had contorted to life before his eyes.

He weighed Melaka Fray in the same balance of now twisted scales.




And looked down, away from that face and those eyes, the length of too many ephemeral things even as he clung to the thoughts of the man not too far away. "It's him, but it's not. From before now."

Edward looked to one side. "A very long time before."
themidnightson: (Losing this one)

[personal profile] themidnightson 2009-08-14 12:04 pm (UTC)(link)
It's on his lips to say no.

But River's blood is still clinging to his clean fingertips, and he could still pinpoint the place Carlisle had hit him. (That boy was sent to mock me.) Maybe the press of his lips is enough of an answer.

Carlisle -- his Carlisle -- would never be considered a danger to people, even in keeping with being a capable and dangerous vampire.

But this is not his Carlisle.
themidnightson: (Suspicious)

[personal profile] themidnightson 2009-08-14 12:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"He didn't ask to hunt people." It's exacting. Sharply so. But the millisecond flash look he gives her after it is apologetic. It wasn't meant to be exacting at her. There's frustrated weariness, which leads to the next statement. "He's--"

And it is pulling teeth. It's a betrayal even if he's not.

"--it's not safe to let him hunt here."

It wasn't safe to let him near people here.
themidnightson: (Claire de Lune lover and piano player)

[personal profile] themidnightson 2009-08-14 12:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Edward shook his head, reaching his hand up to furrow his fingers into always just too long copper hair and then draw the heel of his palm down against his cheek in hard drag.

(Sono in la mia testa, giovane.



It's in the linear threads. It's necessitated.)

Because his options aren't options.

"I'm still working on that part."
themidnightson: (Crazy Disbelief or Doubting)

[personal profile] themidnightson 2009-08-14 12:42 pm (UTC)(link)
His nose flared, eyes up and narrowed to her face, and for a moment there's the snap coming at her. One that's obvious in the way it going to roar (in the necessity to snap somewhere in all of this) and the way it's caught and dismissed in the same breath, dismissed with her swearing thought follow up.

She doesn't mean harm by it, she even cares about his containment (he knows, he's not missed hearing it) -- but the idea that Carlisle, Carlisle is locked up, is biting at him.

That his own words just necessitated Carlisle staying there.





"He sits in a cell, or he goes back to hell."

Edward's tone is about as winning as Mel's about the comfortably.
themidnightson: (Avoidy Face)

[personal profile] themidnightson 2009-08-14 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Edward hates both of them. And this place that dropped it and this and them on him. If he could, he'd convince himself he could just walk away and it would work out -- after all, he's alive and was made and time didn't end today or anytime before it.

But he can't -- convince himself; walk away.

Not from Carlisle. Not yet. (Not again.)



He nodded, simple and stuck in his thoughts. He knew which one he was supposed to choose, which one he was not supposed to find the way to come to terms with choosing but simply do.
themidnightson: (Of course I'm listening)

[personal profile] themidnightson 2009-08-14 01:38 pm (UTC)(link)
He say, "Volterra."

He means, The Volturi.



And this time his being cryptic is entirely unintentional.

It's the first time he's actually said the word himself tonight.
themidnightson: (Tuxedo Timez)

[personal profile] themidnightson 2009-08-14 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Edward blinked, golden eyes focusing on her. In any other moment, night, conversation, that might have caused him to smile. It does tug the edge of his lips on onside outward, thinning them.



"It's a city in Italy."

Which he adds, tucking one hand in pocket.

"Carlisle lived there for the better part of a century."
themidnightson: (The Predator)

[personal profile] themidnightson 2009-08-14 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Edward's expression didn't change.

"Volterra is home to-" He paused, lips pressed to look upward. "-what you might call the ruling political body of our kind."

He called them Carlisle's demons, and worse.

His life had been formed opposing that world, never touching it.




There was something malevolent in his following words, "We are not what they would consider good, loyal, sane subjects."
themidnightson: (Lies like a Pro)

[personal profile] themidnightson 2009-08-14 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"He does-" Edward frowned. Even as an absolute it was not a pleasant one. But there was a thought there briefly, and gone, something -- something else.

"Did. Will. It's centuries ago now," Nearly two before Edward had been woken to never sleep again from it's start. "-but I can't tell where he is during all of it yet."

Eight decades was a large amount of time, and Carlisle's mind wasn't nearly as helpful to him at present as he was used to it being even in his most distressed.
themidnightson: (Sittin Pretty)

[personal profile] themidnightson 2009-08-14 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Edward nodded to the first, a simple, smooth movement.

After nearly two centuries. After being desperate and selfish enough to make Edward, to put up with all his invasiveness and prying and not leaving. After Esme, and Rosalie, and Emmett. Alice and Jasper. After they managed to tear down the walls that Volterra cut all but indelibly into his center.

It got better.


"I don't know that we can," Edward said, thinking about the proofs that had poured from River's mind. The possibilities and potentialities. The facts that showed, on other faces and other minds, it could be twisted worse.

Especially since Mel had just reminded him of how much better now was compared. And now was in part due to all of this, this then period. It did not make it better...but it scorching burn changed its level of how much it was massacring his mind.
Edited 2009-08-14 14:27 (UTC)
themidnightson: ([Person] Alice - It's A Conspiracy)

[personal profile] themidnightson 2009-08-14 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'd have to ask Alice." There's an equal level contemplative evenness and quiet reverence in the simplicity of his words.
themidnightson: (Default)

[personal profile] themidnightson 2009-08-14 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Edward nodded. He knew. She'd made it very clear the second time they hadn't met.

"Yes, though our worlds are very different. The same with our physiology's, and the ways we can be killed."

Her vampires were.....much softer to begin with.
themidnightson: (Lies like a Pro)

[personal profile] themidnightson 2009-08-14 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll keep it in mind."

Edward said simply.

Both her and it.
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[personal profile] themidnightson 2009-08-15 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Debi! *appears from writing* I just remember I was supposed to ask if [livejournal.com profile] betagainstme could be added to this filter, since she's in on all plot things?