SYDNEY SWEENEY

Fyodor Dostoevsky, from The Idiot

rosalie with carlisle and edward

Did a nearly 10 hour day today so I’m dead but have tomorrow off so hopefully will get to some replies then. In the mean time, pls don’t hesitate to send me memes if you like 😊

ANSWERED ASK - ROSALIE

@wastheheart asked "you can find me when you need me. " (for rosalie?)

"Do you want me to need you?" Rosalie knows she shouldn't hold so much bite in her tone. The woman - she thinks Carlisle had introduced her as Esme - was likely only trying to help her adjust. But how did one adjust to finding out she'd been saved from a terrible death only to become...whatever THIS was?

Perhaps that isn't what she's angry at; it was true these strange creatures had saved her from death. But she had still endured a fate that felt worse than it beforehand. Now not even the peaceful embrace of darkness could one day save her from reliving those memories. The newborn supposed she did have one question that needed answering from the other woman "Why do you and Carlisle not kill humans? Don't you think sometimes they deserve it?"

ANSWERED ASK - ROSALIE

@wastheheart asked “you’re allowed to need help sometimes.” (for rosalie)

Though not hiding her moods from the coven was perhaps a selfish attempt to get them to feel what she felt, it didn't mean Rosalie exactly knew what to do when help was offered directly. A frustration has taken hold of her - they should already know what was wrong, she shouldn't have to SPELL IT OUT. "I'm fine, Esme. Really." A lie she knows Esme, especially, can see right through. The other woman had a way of seeing beneath the layers the others sometimes looked past. It seemed sometimes that she almost felt them, too. A guilt prickling at Rose's throat for projecting such negativity onto someone who only ever wanted to help. Then, more frustration - how did she maintain such caring calm? The younger vampire had only felt herself become more bitter with age. A rose with many, many thorns. "I just don't think I'm the only one who will need help if things go south with Edward and the human."

Brows furrow at his obvious attempt at deflection, a sort of feigned concern - though she is concerned at the way he had shut her out. It had left a sting that the Mexican queen didn't want to admit felt a little bit too much like rejection. Something she wasn't all too familiar with. He had been her faithful servant, yes, but he had also been something else none of his successors had managed to live up to. The power they shared together unrivalled, how did he not still crave it? She was there to make sure he remembered what he was missing.

As she closes in, Maria reaches a slender hand toward his, inspecting the vice between his fingers as she pulls it closer. "Married life stressing you out?" Lifting his hand closer, she places her own crimson lips around the cigarette, exhaling the smoke toward her escaped soldiers handsome face. Her latest kill is sure to still linger on her breath. They had always loved to share a kill.

A sharp nail traces his defined jaw. If she dug hard enough she was sure she'd find all the marks she'd left on him there just under the surface. That he wouldn't forget who he belonged to. "You know I should really kill you for betraying me like you did." A playful smirk as her finger lures him closer. She won't, of course. Not yet. Not there, she wasn't foolish enough to try and take Jasper Whitlock in combat alone. "But I'm going to give you a second chance to come home."

@prairieghcsts

The major merely arched an unimpressed brow in her direction as she spoke. Though he was mentally reeling at the sight of his sire in Denali, Jasper wasn’t about to give her the sort of reception she was doubtlessly looking for. He was no longer her loyal attack dog, following at her heels and bending to her every whim. He didn’t have to answer her unless he chose to. And yet, he couldn’t resist. Even knowing Alice was in the house some distance away, Maria was still as magnetic as ever.

“Bit far from Mexico, aren’t you, cariño?” He finally asked without giving her other questions any response, the endearment sounding almost sarcastic on his tongue as he idly flicked ash off the end of the cigarette that had brought him out in the snow to begin with.

I know I have been MIA for a few months, I think I find it hard to maintain muse when I begin a blog sometimes for some reason. I think because I get so excited and have plots swirling around but then not many people to plot with at the beginning. But I know I can’t expect it to be instantaneous and I also sorta have muse again so I may be back here soon

Being 13 years apart, Didyme and Aro had never really experienced needing to share much with each other. Because of their difference in age, they very much held idealised views of the other sibling; Didyme saw him as somewhat of a stand in parent and he fostered his younger sibling, feeling more protective of her because she was a girl when the rest were brothers.

This changed when they became vampires. When Aro returned he still saw Didyme as the young girl he'd left behind, the one who'd idolised him, not the woman she was becoming. They were in fact quite different people, and may not have remained close had their human lives remained as such.

As vampires they began to frequently bicker as siblings closer in age would, Aro jealous of her closeness to Marcus ( whether that was because Aro coveted him for himself is undetermined, though Didyme suspected as much ) and that Didyme seemed to have a natural way with people that he did not. Aro controlled people with force, Didyme could persuade people with grace. By all regards, Didyme was more of a natural born leader than her brother, and part of her knew it and liked it.